After grabbing a small snack from the galley, they headed back to the detention camp and went back over what they knew. They hadn't made much progress at Camp Delta, but the team back in D.C was working hard and with any luck, they'd find something soon. Unfortunately, the team found no Qu'rans or prayer mats in the house during their search of the property, which meant the cell had at least one other location.

All the chatter had, thankfully, been routed to Abby who was rummaging through it all with McGee as a second set of eyes. The duo had managed to find a message saying, 'The wedding will now be held at Vincent's barn off Link and Annandale.'

So, with that little tidbit of new information, Tobias and DiNozzo were actively planning a raid at what was presumably the cell's secondary location.

At that point, Jethro went back into the cell to speak to El-Sayed, not expecting to get much more of use out of the man that evening but not willing to call it a night just yet either. "Can I offer you some water?"

"I offer you some first," the man said.

He opened one of the water bottles, taking a sip before passing it to El-Sayed. He then grabbed a second water bottle and took a seat in front of El-Sayed once more.

"They only kept it there to show me what I could not have," the man said.

Jethro talked to El-Sayed for about a half-an-hour, not getting anything of use out of the detainee, before Jethro took his leave, joining both Ziva and Murdock back at the room where they'd been observing. At least he had been able to take another step in building rapport with the detainee. It would make it easier to read the mam later when push came to shove.

He hadn't been with Ziva and Murdock long when Ziva's cellphone rang.

She hurried to answer the call. "You got Gibbs, Murdock, and me."

"It's Fornell," Tobias said. "We're at cell location number two. No cell members, no lab, no dispersal devices. We're still looking for escape tunnels."

That's strange. "Alright, keep me posted." Jethro closed his flip phone and then shoved it into his pocket before turning to the other two agents.

"What's the plan now?" Murdock questioned.

"Getting El-Sayed to talk is our only chance of finding them," Ziva commented, clearly getting more and more concerned as the clock ticked down. She wasn't the only one; an anthrax attack was seriously bad news. "We are running out of time. The attack is supposed to take place in less than twenty-four hours."

"Time I confronted him with the truth," he said.

Murdock tilted his head slightly. "What are you going to do?"

"Show him my hand," he stated matter-of-factly.

Walking back into El-Sayed's cell, he got straight down to business.

"I'm going to give you the respect of telling you what just happened," he said. "A team of agents raided one of your cell's locations. Actually, both of them. A team of agents is in place in Annandale as we speak." He then leaned forward slightly, locking eyes with El-Sayed. The man's hands visibly relaxed. "You gain nothing by remaining silent."

"Jihad is forever," the man simply replied.

Jethro noted the abrupt shift in the detainee's body language. Something's wrong. The guy actually seems relieved by what I just told him. Jethro's gut was telling him that something was very, very wrong. Tobias and the other agents had likely all just walked into a deadly trap. Doing his best to keep his expression relaxed, Jethro calmly got to his feet. "Excuse me."

Making his way out of the cell calmly, Jethro closed the door behind him and then ran to where Ziva and Murdock were.

Ziva immediately tossed Jethro his cellphone.

Thankfully, Tobias picked up the phone on the fourth ring. "What's the problem?"

"Get everybody out of there," he demanded. "Now! Now! Now!"

"Everybody out!" Tobias called out. "It's a trap. Now! I said out! Go!"

He could hear the sound of various field agents running out of the building before the tell-tale click of Tobias ending the call. He gave Ziva a grim look, hoping that all of the field agents managed to get out of there on time.

The waiting for news seemed to drag on, but finally, Tobias called him back to give him an update on the mess. Feeling a mix of relief and trepidation after their conversation, he hung up the phone.

"They're okay?" Ziva asked.

"We were right about the trap," he explained. "It was rigged to explode. Fornell lost an agent in the explosion."

"Was anthrax involved?" Murdock inquired.

He shook his head. "No."

"Then that's not the final target," Ziva said. "That begs the question: What is?"

Jethro swiftly made his way back into El-Sayed's cell, hoping the detainee would reveal something of himself if the man thought he had the upper hand.

The man eyed him. "You look troubled, my friend."

"You killed one of my men," he stated.

"I was here with you," the man said with an evident lack of concern.

"The second location was a trap," Jethro explained, allowing frustration to seep into his tone. "One of my agents was killed in the explosion."

"This is war," the man stated. "We expect casualties. Shouldn't you?"

"He was a good man," he replied.

The man shot him a very condescending look. "Well... If he would convert, there would be no reason for him to fear death."

"What would you tell his family?" he pressed.

El-Sayed tensed, looking down at his hands as though he had to concentrate to control his anger. "I say: Where... Were you to mourn... when my son was murdered?"

The explosion that killed El-Sayed's son Salim was seven years prior, right in the heart of Cairo. What Jethro didn't get was why El-Sayed was blaming them and not blaming Hezbollah who was behind the attack. "That was Hezbollah terrorists.

The man eyed him. "It was a joint U.S-Israeli strike that went astray."

"Is that really what you think?" he inquired.

The look on the man's face made it clear that he fully believed what he'd just said. Oh, how I love conspiracy theories. It's like Ari all over again. "It appears that there will be no peaceful resolution to our difficulties after all."

"I haven't given up hope yet," he replied. "It's time for your Salat Al Isha prayers. Can I sit down with you again tomorrow?"

"You are asking me?" the man asked incredulously.

He dipped his head, looking at the detainee expectantly.

El-Sayed nodded his head in agreement. "Tomorrow, then."

Leaving the room, Jethro was both glad that the conversation was over and frustrated he hadn't gotten as much information as he would've liked out of the man. As he eyed Ziva, Jethro could tell that she was reaching her limit for the day. He glanced down at his watch. It was 1650 and the chow hall opened in around ten minutes. "Let's call it a day and go grab some chow. He's not going anywhere."

Hopefully, the momentary reprieve would do them some good.