Next chapter is up. I have a huge gap in this and the next chapter, so I'm having to write several new ones in order for it to work. But don't worry, its smooth sailing so far.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, nor any of the characters. I also do not know how far away Baltimore is from DC, or whether there actually is a cafe named Sorso. I did some research but not much. So I do not own Sorso, if it is real.

The lab was booming with excitement; Brain Matter was blasting through the stereo, several machines were beeping, and Abby was bouncing off the walls with a smile on her face, and a body hyped up on Caf-Pow!

McGee covered his ears when he walked into the lab, the music too high; and began shouting Abby's name over the noise, to gain her attention. "ABBY!"

She came to a halt, and gave a sympathetic look, whilst she turned the music down. "Sorry McGee. What's up?"

"Came to see whether you could get a fix on that signal for that off- shore account? Gibbs has a suspect in interrogation; we kinda need something to nail him."

She quickly rushed over to the computers, and began typing. "Ok. It's been taking me a while to secure a fix, before it bounces and I lose it. I eventually tracked the signal to a Sorso cafe in Baltimore."

"Ok. Forward the co-ordinates to Tony and Ziva. We'll need CCTV."

"I already have McGee."

"Oh. I'll get back upstairs and try to find anything more on our Commander then."

McGee slowly trailed out of the lab; he got as far as pressing the button for the elevator, before Abby called him back. He quickly turned back, half expecting her to say she had found something else, to help the case.

"Yeah Abs?"

"Can I talk to you, for a sec?"

"Umm, sure." Abby nodded silently; and fiddled with her hula girl from her dashboard, refusing to meet Tim's eyes. "You going to talk?"

"Ok... Umm- I've been seeing someone." She shut her eyes tightly, afraid to look directly at him.

"Abby. Please open your eyes."

She shook her head vigorously, and tightened her hold on the hula girl, holding it close to her chest in a protective manner. "I can't."

"Why not?"

"I don't wanna see the damage I've caused."

"Abby. Look at me." She slowly cracked open one eye, then realising that McGee didn't appear mad or upset, she opened her other, and turned to face him fully. "See? I'm fine."

"Ok. Umm. I'm sorry, Timmy."

"I don't expect you to apologise for wanting a live outside of work Abby."

"I know but, I feel like I'm letting you down. I mean, it's only been a few weeks. And, I like him. He's a toxicologist, and he's from Baltimore. And he's-"

"Abby! Stop. You're rambling."

"I just don't want to hurt your feelings."

"If you're happy, then I'm happy for you."

She then launched herself at McGee, thrusting her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly to her. "Thank you Timmy. I hope you find someone amazing too."

He lightly pressed his hand against her lower back in response. "Yeah."

"Tony, how much longer?"

"A few minutes, why?"

She shifted in her seat, tugging on the seat belt, to ease the pressure on her stomach. "I have to pee."

"Again? You've gone three times since we left the Navy yard over an hour ago."

"Do not blame me! You caused this!"

"Hey! Takes two to tango."

"Do not change the subject to confuse me."

"I didn't change the subject."

"Gas station. Pull over Tony." He sighed heavily, and signalled left, pulling into the gas station. He barely had time to park before Ziva rushed out of the car, running to the restrooms.

He placed his head back against the seat; and closed his eyes, trying to rest. He hadn't realised he'd dozed off, until he felt his wife stick her tongue in his ear, jolting him awake. "Gah!"

"Good. You are awake."

"Yeah. Thanks for that." He rubbed his ear, quickly drying it with the edge of his coat sleeve.

"We must go to the cafe Tony."

"Right."

It took them a further half hour to arrive at the Sorso cafe, near the marina, when Ziva felt a strange twitch in her lower stomach. Her hands instantly flew to her partially raised stomach, which caused Tony's concerns to rise almost immediately.

"Is everything alright?"

She nodded weakly, then grabbed his hand, placing it below hers on her lower abdomen. He frowned when he felt it. "What was that?"

"I do not know. Perhaps a hiccup?"

"Maybe. We could ask Dr. Johnson next Thursday at your appointment."

"Yes. Let's go."

Inside the cafe, they were greeted by a young waitress, who looked to be only just leaving her teens, possibly a student. She had disappeared a few minutes ago to get her manager, so Tony and Ziva could get the CCTV tapes for Abby to analyse back at the lab. When the young woman returned, she was accompanied by a shorter, dark haired woman in her 50s.

"Melanie Devers. Can I help you, officers?"

"NCIS. Special Agents Tony DiNozzo and Ziva David." They both simultaneously flashed their badges to the manager; before placing them back in their pockets.

"What can I do for NCIS?"

"Have you seen this man in here before? Perhaps in the last two weeks?" Ziva lifted the photo upwards, showing the Commander that they had back at base in a holding cell.

"Umm, yes. I think I have seen him twice in the last week. Why? Is he alright?"

"He's fine, Ms. Devers. We believe he may have been using one of your computers."

"Well, that's what this cafe was set up for, despite the delicious coffee and treats."

"Do you know if he was alone or with company on both occasions that you saw him Ms. Devers?"

"Alone. That much I'm sure. Is he in some kind of trouble? Your tones don't make it sound good for this young man."

"We cannot discuss an open investigation."

The manager sighed, and pushed her glasses atop her head, pinching the bridge of her nose lightly.

"We'll need any security tapes you have on the 4th, 7th and 14th of this month that the Commander was here."

"I'll see what I can do. Just give me one moment."

Whilst Tony decided to poke his nose around the remainder of the cafe; Ziva decided to question the young waitress. "Do you have a moment-?"

"Ashley Wickett, Ma'am."

"Ashley. Have you seen this man before?" She once again pulled out the photo of the Commander, trying to gauge a reaction.

The young girl tensed for a second before composing herself, and shook her head adamantly at Ziva. "No. I haven't seen him before. Has he done something wrong?"

Ziva noticed the young waitress tense, and tried a soft approach. "That cannot be discussed. You are positive you have never seen the Commander in this cafe in the past week or the week before last?"

"No! I just told you that. I don't know who he is, nor have I ever seen him!"

The sudden outburst confirmed a gut feeling Ziva had, that the young waitress was clearly lying. Tony had jogged over to his partner through all the commotion, and checked to see what was going on.

"Is everything alright here?"

"Fine, sir. I'm sorry. I'm very tired, and I can't wait to go home. I've just done a treble shift."

The agents had no time to respond before the manager returned with several tapes in her hands, and quickly passed them over, before bidding goodbye.

Back in the car, Ziva called Gibbs with an update. "Gibbs. We have the security footage from the Sorso cafe. The manager, a Ms. Devers, claimed that she recognised the Commander, and he was seen at least twice in the past week in the cafe, using a computer. We will need Abby to confirm this once we return."

"Was he alone or with someone else at the time the money was transferred to those accounts?"

"We were told that he was alone, on both occasions that the manager saw him. But I believe that the waitress knows more than the manager."

"Name?"

"Ashley Wickett. She appears to know the Commander, but would not verbally confirm this. Abby should check her out."

"I'll get her on it. Get back here asap. We need those tapes."

"Yes Gibbs."

Mission = Complete

New Mission = Next chapter :S