Tony, Ellie and Ziva burst through the front door of Benjamin Rowe's not so secret hideout without a second of hesitation, guns drawn and ready to fire if needed. Although they were here looking for a vicious criminal, the senior field agent couldn't help glancing behind him every so often, just to check that his companions weren't attacking each other instead: it was clear that Ziva had a strong feeling of hatred towards Ellie, and it was obvious that Ellie was wary of the Mossad agent to the point that she wouldn't even look her directly in the eye. The two women had rode in the car together in silence, neither of them so much as blinking in the other's direction.

Swiftly, the trio spread through the cramped rooms inside of the house, covering each other's backs, signalling to each other silently, and yelling 'Clear!' as each room was determined so. Ziva went off into the rotten kitchen that was joined to a messy lounge, Ellie took the front bedroom and Tony took the bathrooms (somehow there were two). To Tony's surprise, Ziva and Ellie actually worked well together and communicated with each other without hesitation.

"Clear!" He called as he observed the final room- the back bathroom. After taking a quick look around, he moved back into the lounge, where Ellie was already waiting.

"That's everything," she stated, surveying the largest room in the house.

"Where's Ziva?"

"In here!" The Mossad Director cried, emerging from the kitchen, twiddling something gold between her thumb and forefinger, the sparse winter light making it the metal twinkle- a key, "I found something," she winked at Ellie triumphantly, gesturing into the back into the room she'd already come from.

Ellie glowered at her female companion, but was quick to move into the space that Ziva gestured too. Curiously, Tony followed, wondering what she'd found.

Ziva led them to the back of the kitchen, where the wall was covered in cupboards from ceiling to floor. She crouched down, opening one of the bottom ones, and began to hastily move boxes of out of date cereals and dry foods. As the cupboard was emptied, Tony couldn't believe his eyes: there, right at the back, hidden in the darkness was a door. Ziva reached in and used the mysterious key to unlock it. The door was pushed away to reveal a secret passageway, extremely low but wide, meaning that they would be able to follow it if they crawled.

Tony drew his sig and knelt down in front of the tunnel, murmuring a "Well done" to Ziva. He didn't tell the two ladies to follow him, but he knew that at least one of them would.

Although the space was enclosed and no light could be found, the pathway was easy enough to follow, going around and down in a spiralling fashion. Thankfully, the ground was had an easy grip to it, so Tony didn't slide the whole way down uncontrollably.

Eventually, he reached the bottom- where the claustrophobic gap opened up into a large room. After fumbling at the walls briefly, he stumbled across a light switch, and flinched as a bright light practically blinded him for a few minutes (his eyes had become accustomed to the dark). Sensing his vulnerability, he blinked and strained them open.

The room was actually smaller than he first thought, with a central workbench taking up most of the space and the odd sideboard taking up the rest. The grotty walls were plastered with photos, and this was what surprised him the most.

The photos were all surveillance shots, apart from the odd ID picture. They all contained three specific people- himself, Kate and of course; Aria. They ranged from back when he and Kate were partners, to the day that he and Aria were injured in her destroyed home. There were shots of Kate and him in the field, questioning witnesses, leaving the hospital after he was discharged after the plague incident and kissing in his living room. There were photos of his daughter, reminding him of what he'd missed: her first steps, her first day of school, her 8th grade dance. Obviously, Ben had been tracking Kate and Aria for years, meaning that Mossad's intel hadn't been completely reliable and it was as if he was hitting him in the chest over and over again, taunting him: any good dad would've been there for his daughter through those memories, would've watched her grow into the young woman that she was, would've held her during the bad times and laughed with her during the good. However, he wasn't a good dad, and he probably never would be: he hadn't known that she'd existed until she'd found him, pleading for him to help her, because she had no one else that could. How had a criminal seen all of these memories while he'd been sat on his ass in an office building, working as hard as he could to keep people like him away from those that he loved?

He jumped out of his skin as Ziva gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "You alright?" She asked, looking concerned.

"Yeah, great," he forced a smile, "let's get to work."

The two pulled on rubber gloves and took their cameras out of their cases. Ziva started scanning the sideboards for useful documents and evidence while Tony sifted through numerous sheets of paper on the workbench. He came across many letters, plans and blueprints, but there was one that specifically made him curious, but also made his heart sink.

"I think that Ben has been keeping tabs on Agent Todd for longer than anyone ever suspected," Ziva observed, "there's documents dated way back lying around here!" She turned to face Tony, a handful of crumpled papers in her hand. Noticing his annoyed expression, she walked over and peered over his shoulder at the blueprint that he was holding. Immediately she frowned.

The blueprint was of a warehouse that both of them recognised too well-Tony from a personal horror, Ziva from crime scene photos and secret exploring. Their eyes wondered away from the rooftop where this whole disaster started and to a room coloured in with neon green highlighter.

"Tony," Ziva breathed, "I think we just found where Ben's keeping Kate!"

A/N: Hello, sorry that it's been 2 weeks since I've updated! I hope this chapter makes up for it! What do you think of Tony's revelation? Will he ever comfront his daughter about his lack of parenting? Tune in next week to find out!

Louise :)