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Jenny's House

Laila was still asleep in the guest bedroom next door to Jenny's room. Gibbs and Jenny sat in the living room silently worried about their younger agents.

"She should have called by now," Jenny worried, rubbing her thumb around the top of her coffee cup. "What does she know that we don't?"

"She'll be fine," Gibbs assured her, putting his arm around her shoulders for assurance. "Has my gut ever been wrong before?"

"Yes, that time in Berlin your gut almost got us killed," Jenny pointed out.

"But it warned us not to go to the party," Gibbs defended and Jenny chucked quietly.

Sighing, she said, "I wish she would tell us where she is. Last time she disappeared her father and I had to pull strings just to keep her out of jail. She does not think straight when being threatened like this. Not to mention they are after her husband and child now."

"Jen, that was before she was on my team. She knows how to control her emotions," Gibbs told her, silently praying that he was right.

Tony's Apartment

Tony woke up to the banging on his door. Grumbling Tony pushed himself off of the couch, and stumbled towards the door. "This better be good," he yelled through the door.

"I brought breakfast!" Abby called through the door. "I got your favorite variety of donuts from the baker on 8th street," she said, showing him the bag when he opened the door.

"Abby, that's thirty minutes out of the way," Tony exclaimed. "It's closer to the base than my house!"

"I know, but I wanted to come with a peace offering," Abby explained, bouncing through the doorway in her normal way. "Gibbs told me to come check on you in the morning. He was worried about you. We all are. Don't worry, Tony. Ziva will be home anytime. I bet one of her flights was postponed and she was stuck in some airport somewhere. There was storms in the Midwest last night. I bet she is sitting in the airport in Nashville, waiting. She couldn't call us because the phones were broken," Abby rambled. Tony could not help but smile slightly at the goth.

"You got the jelly-filled ones with frosting and sprinkles!" Tony exclaimed like a little child, when he opened the bag. "Those always sell out fast."

"I know. That's why I was staked out at the front door since two this morning," Abby explained, and Tony just had to give her a quick peck on the cheek.

"Abby, you are the best goth Forensic scientist I have ever known!" he said, sitting down to savor the donuts.

Tony finished the last donut way too soon for his liking. Leaning back against the couch, he let out a sigh. "When will we hear from her?" he wondered aloud.

"Keep thinking positive," Abby suggested, drinking her highly sugared coffee.

Tony's cell phone broke through the silence, jumping up, Tony grabbed the phone. "DiNozzo," he answered, recognizing the 618 area code.

"Tony! How's D.C. treating the D-Man?" a man said from the other side.

"Andy Michaels? How in the hell did you find my cell number?" Tony broke into a grin. "I haven't heard from you in years. How's the flat land weather treating you?"

"I left Peoria almost ten years ago. I moved down south to the hills. I'm not county sheriff in Massac County."

"That's about as far south as you can get in Illinois. It's not even five a.m. out there. What are you doing calling me so early?" Tony asked.

"I've been up all night dealing with a huge raid. Apparently some chick found out about a group of federal criminals holed up in a cabin out in Gabtown. She took out almost twenty men and then called us. I swear she was some crazy ninja the way she took them out. None were killed, just knocked out. We got to the house as fast as possible. That chick was not from around here. She had some foreign accent, almost Middle Eastern."

Tony's ears perked up at this. There was not many foreign ninja fighters around. "What was her name?" he asked.

"Ummm," Tony heard the rustling of papers, "a Ziva David," Andy said, pronouncing her last name wrong.

"Dahveed," Tony corrected him absentmindedly.

"You know her?" Andy asked, surprised.

"Heh, you could say that," Tony grinned. "She's my wife." Abby, who had forced Tony to turn the phone on speaker, had to bite back a squeal.

"You, the non-committing, sleep with every girl, frat boy, are married to a crazy ninja chick who took on twenty men and won," Andy was shocked.

"Trust me; you don't want to call her that to her face. She can kill eighteen different ways with a paper clip."

"Where is she? Can we talk to her? Tell her that we missed her. Laila is staying at the Director's house with Gibbs. I think the two of them are back together," Abby ranted.

"Abs, settle down. Sorry, that's our forensic scientist," Tony explained. "Where is Zee-vah?" he asked Andy.

"That's why I called you. She stole a FBI car and drove off. The FBI agent, an, uh, Agent Fornell, mumbled something about, 'Good luck, DiNozzo.' I thought of you, and decided to call.

"Thanks for calling. You have no idea how relieved I am now. Do you know if she was hurt?" he asked.

"She had bandages on her arm, and was holding her stomach. It was clear she had been through the mill." Tony took a deep breath to center himself. "If she's heading towards D.C. she'll be there in about fifteen hours. What is all this about? Any clue?"

"You don't want to know, Andy," Tony half-laughed. "Let's just say trouble still follows me everywhere I go."

"Take care, buddy," Andy said and the two former partners hung up.

"She's safe! Well, as safe as she can be driving across the country," Abby said, jumping around the room happy. "We have to tell Gibbs and the Director. I bet I can find the car she is driving. All FBI vehicles are embedded with a GPS chip. We have to get to the lab, ASAP!"

Tony did not say anything. He was deep in his own thoughts. Ziva was safe, and on her way back to him. He suddenly remembered that he forgot to ask Andy who the men were that were arrested. "Dangit, we don't know if Kort was in that house or not."

"I can hack into the police report and find out," Abby said, heading towards the door. "Let's go!!"

Jenny's House

Jenny. Gibbs, and Laila sat at the kitchen table eating the pancakes that Laila helped Jenny cook.

"Is Ima coming home today?" Laila asked the two adults who looked at each other.

"She will be home soon, sweetheart," Jenny assured the little girl. "What do you want to do today?" she asked, hoping to change the girls attention to something else.

"I want to ride on Uncle Gibbs' boat," Laila said, her eyes lighting up.

Gibbs laughed. "It's not quite ready for the water yet. Why don't you and Aunt Jenny take a trip to the mall? Maybe you can find something special to give Ima when she gets home," he suggested and the little girl nodded vigorously.

"Can we?" she asked, turning to Jenny who nodded her head. "I am going to get my clothes on right now," Laila said, sliding off the chair, and running out of the room.

Gibbs phone interrupted the peaceful silence that had surrounded the couple as they continued their breakfast. "Yeah, Gibbs."

"Boss, we found Ziva. She was in Illinois last night. Apparently she figured out where Kort was hiding out. When the FBI and LEOs got there, Ziva stole a FBI car and hit the road," Tony explained breathlessly. "She's on her way back to D.C."

"How did you find this out?" Gibbs asked, shocked at the news.

"An old partner from my law enforcements days just happens to be the sheriff in the county where Kort was hiding. Fornell mentioned my name somehow, and he decided to give me a call," Tony explained the whole situation. "Boss, Andy said that Ziva was pretty beat up."

"Have Abby…" Gibbs began.

"Trace the FBI car," Tony finished the sentence. "Already on it, Boss. She was with me when I got the call. We are heading towards NCIS as we speak. McGee is already there and is running the search."

"Good job, Tony," Gibbs told the senior field agent. "I'll be there as soon as I can," he added, hanging up the phone and turning to Jenny. "We found Ziva," he told her and explained the whole story.

Jenny let out a deep breath. "Was Kort part of the group they arrested?" she asked.

"Abby is trying to find out," Gibbs explained.

"I will make a few phone calls and see what I can come up with," Jenny said, heading towards her office.

On the Road

Ziva drove down West Kentucky Parkway through Western Kentucky. She had crossed the Ohio River about three hours ago, headed towards D.C. If she had not been in a hurry to get back to her family and friends, Ziva would have taken more time to look at the beautiful scenery around her. She had never seen anything like this area before, but she was in a hurry to get home to Tony and Laila. How she missed them!

Gabtown, Massac County, Illinois is a real place. I live there, actually the real name of the community is Hillerman, but it is nicknamed Gabtown because there used to be a store where the farmers would go and gossip over a warm coal stove. The store burnt down about 10 years ago, I really miss that place! You didn't have to drive 5 minutes just to get a soda! And I have Ziva driving to D.C. the way that mapquest says. I personally think I would rather go Interstate 24, down to Nashville and take 40 all the way to VA and hit some road towards D.C. But that's just my opinion. I've never drove there, except via Springfield, Illinois (a long detour if you ask me! I left my house at 3 a.m. and didn't leave Springfield until 3 p.m.)

There is atleast one more chapter left in this story! I'm not quite sure if I want to make it all in one or not! Depends on what my fingers type when I write it!

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