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ED- Revised edition, now it gets interesting!

Gibbs sat behind the wheel in the dark. His blue Chrysler parked outside the front gate of Little Creek Base. He took a sip at his coffee and relaxed as best as he could. Gibbs had taken the gamble that Hong would leave by the main gate of Little Creek Naval base this evening. He glanced sideways at Ziva who was peering through the glass with her binoculars. "Anything David?" Gibbs asked as he took another sip of coffee.

Ziva pulled the binoculars from her eyes and turned to Gibbs. "Nothing Gibbs, you know you're taking an awful risk with Hong using the front gate this evening, why?"

"My Gut." Gibbs said flicking his head to the side slightly.

Ziva concentrated again on the main gate. Eyes took in vehicle driving up to the exit. Ziva adjusted the magnification on the binoculars to identify the person. "Not him."

"How's Rabin?" Gibbs asked trying to think of a conversation starter. This was as good as any.

Ziva pulled the binoculars from her face. Giving him a look of suspicion that Gibbs had never before seen. Not even when Tony pestered her constantly with questions. "Why?"

Gibbs smiled he decided to go with the truth. "To be completely honest I thought it would be a conversation starter."

"Oh!" Ziva said taken aback by Gibbs' frankness. "Well he's spending a lot of time at FBI and CIA headquarters after you put him in his place. By making him sit at a desk, while the rest of us did field work!"

"He had that coming." Gibbs said forcing a grin from his face.

"Never the less Gibbs." Ziva tried her best to hide a smile but failed. "He was hurt. No longer going to be bothering us. I mean you." She failed at trying to cover her tracks. "So he won't be around. Unless the Director wants to talk with him."

"What has he got to do with the Director?" Gibbs asked taking a sip of his coffee.

"Nothing, Gibbs!" Ziva said, then flinched as he gave her a stare even she wouldn't try and combat. She pulled her binoculars back to her face. Concentrating on the car that had just pulled up at the exit side of the main gate. Stopped and Ziva could see the occupants face. "Gibbs, it's him, its Lieutenant David Hong!"

Gibbs started the car and as Lieutenant Hong pulled his corvette out of the main gate. Gibbs accelerated away from the curb. It appeared to both Ziva and Gibbs that Hong didn't even know they were tailing him. He drove his car across the Potomac and into the CBD of Washington. Finally Hong pulled his car over and sat in the car for a few moments. Gibbs pulled the Chrysler over, shut off the engine He and Ziva sat and waited. Finally Hong climbed out of his car and walked into a block of flats. Gibbs picked up his phone and dialed. "McGee?"

"Yeah Boss?" McGee's voice said into Gibbs' ear.

"Standby!" Gibbs said his voice said.

Gibbs closed the phone. He pulled his weapon from his holster. Pulled back the slide, he watched as the bullet slid into the barrel. He nodded at Ziva and they both slowly climbed out of the car. Treading lightly they crossed the road and made their way up the steps and inside the building. Gibbs took the stairs and they made their way up quickly.

"Shoot only if necessary." Gibbs said looking at Ziva. "And only the knee. You got that David we need this dirt bag alive!"

"Gibbs…" She started, but his face told her he was serious. " Yes, I understand."

They reached the door that led onto the apartment floor that Hong lived on. They walked slowly down the hall. They heard a crash from down the hall and muffled voices. A gunshot was fired and Hong burst out of the room, a pistol in his hand. Blood was pouring from a gash on his forehead. He stopped mid stride as his vision filled with Ziva and Gibbs.

"Freeze NCIS!" Gibbs bellowed.

Hong swung the weapon up and pulled the trigger. Bullets lanced off marble floors and paneled walls as the gun muzzle flashed. Gibbs dove to his left and hit the wall. His weapon rose as he pulled the trigger. Too late as Ziva hit the floor a wild bullet round passed through her arm. Blood spattering her coat sleeve and then beginning to drench her coat sleeve. Hong went down as Gibbs' bullets ripped through both his knees. Hong's screams echoing up and down the hallway. The weapon dropped from his hand and clattered on the ground. Out of reach as he sprawled on the floor. McGee walked slowly out of Hong's apartment blood gushing from his nose. His gun unsteady in his hand as he covered Hong.

Gibb rose rushing over to Ziva. "You ok?" Gibbs' asked concern filling his voice as he helped her to her feet. Ziva was unsteady as she rose to her feet. "He's not going to be happy with me!" Gibbs whispered.

"My Father and Moshe won't care." Ziva said trying to sound strong. "Bullet wounds always happen if you work for Mossad."

"I wasn't talking about your father or Moshe!" Gibbs said. As the realization of his words struck her, Ziva's legs buckled and she blacked out. Gibbs pulled his phone out. "This Special Agent Gibbs. We have wounded and one officer down. I need an ambulance at Apartment 2/47 Lincoln street immediately."