"What do we have?" McGee asked, looking over the room where the other two members of the team were lounging around. Tony had his feet up on the desk, leaning back in his chair. He had a paper airplane in his hand, but had been holding it for a long while, just looking at it. Across the divide, Ziva just stared off into space, like she was miles and miles away.
Tony just looked at him, and said, "We have a boss who just left. And a Ziva who needs some serious medication to make her a bit more happy."
"I meant about the case." Tim said. When no one said anything, he decided to start. He put the information up on the plasma. "The dead petty officer was killed with the gun that belongs to a known terrorist, Saleem Abdul." He put both of their pictures side by side. "I traced the number that Abdul used to contact Petty Officer Stanton, and found the location to be just outside of LA, about forty miles."
Ziva stood up and walked over to stand in front of screen. Tim, glad to see she was paying attention, and that maybe he was getting the team together, he continued, "I found the place that the burn phone was bought, and traced other phones bought at the same time of purchase. All the numbers are connected…"
"Show me the location that you traced the terrorist's phone to." Ziva interrupted. But that was how they worked. Her tone was very short, like she was expecting something big to come out of the address. He pulled it up.
And now Tony was standing by Ziva.
"It's an abandoned diner out in the desert." Tim said, and just as he said that he realized why Ziva was interested in it.
Tony said, "It's the same place that we found Director Shepard."
Tony and Ziva looked at each other. Then they both rushed to their individual desks, Ziva pulling up the map on her computer. Tony grabbed his phone and said, "McGeek, trace all the other phones bought at the time of the purchase."
Tim hit a few buttons, and a map of the world popped up on the screen. "Already done. Traced them all to one GPS location where they all made calls in the last four months."
Ziva looked, and said, "Somalia?"
Tim nodded. "Right off the coast."
"Is there any other electronic activity in that general area?" Tony asked.
Tim started snooping around, looking for any trace of technology in that area other than the phones he had traced. "There's something, like a security camera or a surveillance tape."
Ziva asked, "There's no way you could hack into that and get some…"
Tim finished, "Pictures or videos of the people there? Done." He said, pulling up video feeds on the plasma. The smile on his face was wiped away within seconds as they soon recognized the person who was on all of the feeds.
"Tony, call the Boss." Ziva said, her face pale and voice hoarse.