"You're probably asking yourself, 'Why are we here at such an ungodly hour?' and my answer would be, because your son asked me to do your autopsy." Ducky proclaimed, pulling at his latex gloves.

The sliding door slid opened, Ducky squinted, "Mr. Palmer, is that you?"

"Morning, Doctor Mallard, I thought you could use a hand."

Ducky smiled, "Thank you, Jimmy...he and your son were actually close friends, they even went tap dancing together." He chuckled.

"What Doctor?"

"I was just telling Mr. DiNozzo about when you and Anthony went tap dancing together."

Palmer smiled, "How is Tony?"

"Sad, my boy. Very sad."

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Tweezers, Mr. Palmer."

Palmer handed Ducky a pair of tweezers and he dug into Senior's head, pulling out bullets, dropping one, then another and then a third into individual containers,

"Doctor, I don't think you got all of this bullet, the outer section is different than the other two." Palmer spoke up.

Ducky looked at the bullet in the container and then looked to see if he missed anything and he didn't, he sighed, "Oh dear."

"Are you sure about this, Agent McGee?" Director Vance asked, looking up from his monitor seeing McGee standing in front of his desk.

"Yes, Director."

"Good work." Director Vance stood up, "When Gibbs arrives, tell him I'd wish to speak with him, ASAP."

"No problem, Director." McGee answered and moved over towards the door to leave.

"And oh, Agent McGee?"

McGee stopped, looking back at Director Vance, "Yes, Director?"

"No word of this to anyone, especially the DiNozzo's."

McGee nodded and quietly left the room.

Gibbs entered Vance's office holding a large cup of coffee.

"Close the door."

Gibbs smacked the door, closing it. He took a long swig of his coffee and walked over to Director Vance's desk, "Director."

"How's the little girl?"

"She's going to be fine."

"Good." Vance sat back, "And DiNozzo?"

Gibbs lifted his coffee to his lips, taking another drink, "How do you think he is?"

"McGee tracked the hackers and wire transfers." Gibbs was about to take another drink, when Vance declared, "Tel Aviv."

Gibbs raised his hand to his face, rubbing at the bridge of his nose, he let out a sigh, "And it begins."

"The woman we knew as Olivia Dagot, her body was stolen from the city morgue last night, all the security cameras were disabled, no one saw anything. I asked Agent McGee to find out everything he could about her and he found nothing. We ran her photo through facial recognition, again nothing. She apparently doesn't exist, Gibbs."

"So Mossad kidnaps a little girl and uses DiNozzo's dad as a patsy for three millions bucks?" Gibbs shook his head, "I don't buy it."

"He was definitely a patsy; McGee looked into Prince Omar Ibn Alwaan's accounts and there was a never a three million dollar transfer to the elder DiNozzo's account." Vance stood up from his desk, "But something is bothering me, if this woman was Mossad, why didn't Ziva know her or did she?"

Gibbs groaned, "I'm sure you know every NCIS agent by name, right, Director?"

"How the hell do we know?" Vance stated, "Isn't this the same woman who lied to you and your team for years and years?"

"Then why in the hell did you okay her return then? But I think we both know why, don't we? What is your relationship with Eli David? I think it's time for some full disclosure, don't you?"

"The Israelis are not our enemies, Agent Gibbs."

Gibbs moved around Vance's desk, they were nose to nose, "They sure as hell don't look like allies from where I'm sitting, Director Vance!"

"What if it's not Mossad?"

Gibbs took a step back, "Is that wishful thinking or do you know more?" His cell phone started to ring, he quickly answered it, "Yeah, I'll be right down, Abs."

Gibbs walked into Abby's lab, "What ya got, Abs?"

Abby turned, hugging Gibbs with all of her might, "There was a second shooter, Gibbs." She uttered through his chest.

Gibbs eased her back, "Second shooter?"

"Ducky pulled two 40 caliber bullets and one 45 caliber from Tony's dad and from reading the police report, she only had one gun, so I need the bullets from her body, since they said police didn't kill her."

"That's going to be a problem, Abby."

"Why so?"

"Her body was stolen last night."

Tony and Ziva walked into their house, the first glimpse of the day's sun peeked through the curtains. He tossed his jacket onto the sofa and raised his hands to his face.

"Come." She placed her hand in the middle of his back, "We need our sleep."

He shook his head no, lowering his arms to his side. He turned around, looking at her, "I can't."

"At least try."

"I have so much sadness in me and I don't know why, he was a shitty father, I don't get it."

She lifted her right hand to his cheek, caressing it, "Let it out."

He turned his head, kissing her hand. She turned his head back, she leaned up, kissing him on the lips, "Let it out, baby."

He agressively lifted off the ground, slamming her back against the front door. He hungerly kissed her.

She kicked off her boots as she worked on his belt and pants, he yanked at her pants, nearly tearing them off. She gasped deeply into his mouth as he entered her, taking every thrust of sadness and anger from his body. She clung onto his neck, holding on with all her strength, letting him heal.

Tony and Ziva laid in bed, his head laying softly on her stomach. She gently brushed her fingertips along the side of his head, she smiled as she watched him sleep.

Author Note #1 - Who wants fudge?