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The phone had remained silent. Abby was expecting a call from Gibbs to tell her how the court hearing went. Of course she wanted to be there to be in support of Tony, but finding the people responsible for putting him in this mess was top priority. She turned up the volume of the music as she waited for the analysis of the soil to come through. The loud music drew her into its world. She began jumping up and down while swinging her arms left to right high above her head in time with the upbeat music. Just for this second in time she imagined herself being at her favorite rock concert and carefree.

BLING!

In what seemed like forever the results were finally up. Abby waited impatiently as she printed out the results and sprinted to the elevator to meet with McGee and Ziva. There was so much to explain and so little time to waste.

Bullpen

McGee and Ziva stood at the computer screen both sipping their coffee in unison as they watched the fingerprint search run through. Silently they prayed for a quick match. It seemed to run through a couple of databases of terrorists but nothing was turning up. Again they sipped at their coffee.

They only took their eyes off the screen when Abby came running into the bullpen while frantically waving a piece of paper around. "I've got some results from the samples I took," Abby's voice was going a hundred miles an hour. "There was of course most of the sample on the tires would have been from the area you found it in," she said.

"How many cups of Caf Pow have you had today Abby?" Ziva asked.

"I'd say as many as you've had coffees," Abby stated. They all were on edge, tired and highly caffeinated. "Anyways, there was a match. Part of the sample taken contained elements of bricks, steel and iron. Classed as dirt from a building site," Abby explained. "I already googled it, and there's a building site up north from here. Its been very slow progress. I was able to deduce the location due to Tony able to travel freely between NCIS and with FATO," Abby explained the reasoning. "Not many places are that convenient," she said.

"Good work Abby," Ziva and McGee said.

"Oh," McGee suddenly said.

"Oh?" Ziva blinked in confusion.

"Oh," McGee thought for a moment. Things were much easier when Gibbs was around. Now they had to sort all things out for themselves. "You get vests ready Ziva while I'll go and get the car ready… I'll meet you out front," McGee said.

"And Abby," Ziva said. "Ring us to if there is any change," she told them.

"But," Abby tried to interrupt.

"Leave a message on voicemail and we'll get it," Ziva told her.

"But," Abby said again.

"Don't worry," McGee said.

"There's a match for the fingerprint," Abby pointed them in the direction of the screen to see that the large television screen had indeed matched a person with the fingerprint they had found on the vehicle. It was a positive match…

"Print it out," Ziva told McGee. "We might locate this Ashley Jason Williams at the site," she turned her attention to Abby. She looked like she needed more to do and they needed the extra help so it was beneficial for everyone. "Abby, I need you to shovel everything you can-."

"Dig," McGee automatically corrected as he took the printout.

"Dig… I need you to dig up everything you can about Ashley Williams," Ziva said to her quickly. It was quite amusing that nobody seemed to argue about her taking the lead on the current case. "You think you can do that for me?" She asked, but didn't mean for it to sound condescending in any way whatsoever.

"Sure," she answered. Abby was glad to have something to occupy her mind while she waited on news about Tony.

"Find out anything… Friends, relatives…" Ziva began.

"Friends, relatives, pets, high school sweethearts and teachers," Abby rambled on before sitting at Tony's computer. "Associates I guess also political affiliations any other… Ouch! Hey!" Ziva gave Abby a light tap on the head to stop the rambling from her. "I know you're trying to be Gibbs while he is away right now… But he doesn't do that to me," Abby said as she began typing on Tony's computer.

"I am not Gibbs," Ziva said. "Tim… Gas the truck," she said.

McGee left the bullpen in such a rush. "You sure sound like him," Abby smiled as she muttered under her breath. She didn't mind it just as long as everybody both knew that as soon as Gibbs was back, he was back in charge. If they knew that, then everything was fine.

COURTHOUSE

"Relax DiNozzo," Gibbs said to Tony as they were all ordered to be seated. He couldn't tell if he had been heard since there was no response from the senior field agent.

Tony had heard Gibbs' word, but how could he relax? He was facing prison for a serious charge and he still didn't know anything or anybody. Why did he have the frightening feeling that this wasn't the first time that happened?

"I have come to my decision which wasn't easy," The judge said. "The charge rates near the top of my list of the worst crimes imaginable. However due to circumstances surrounding this young man, I do not see him as a flight risk and therefore will, for his safety as well as being in accordance with the law, I will be releasing Anthony DiNozzo into the custody of Leroy Jethro Gibbs," she told them. "Under these strict conditions, he's to report to the courthouse twice a week on Tuesday or Thursday and not to leave the state under any circumstances. There'll be a court appointed officer that will stay with you until the court date. Leroy Jethro Gibbs?" She looked in Gibbs' direction.

"Yes ma-am," he said as he stood up.

"Do you comply with these conditions?" The judge asked.

"Yes ma-am," Gibbs answered.

"I hereby release Anthony DiNozzo into your custody with those conditions attached," The judge replied. "If the conditions are not met then Anthony DiNozzo WILL be arrested," she warned them.

"Yes ma-am," Gibbs said. Harm and Gibbs were both relieved but none were more relieved as Tony. "That's a good outcome," Gibbs commented when they were about to fill in the paperwork.

"Hmm," Tony had remained pretty quiet. He was happy to be out of jail even if it was to be short lived. The whole thing still felt scary and there was nothing more coming back from his past and he began resigning to the fact that not knowing anything could be permanent. Sure, Gibbs was nice to him, but he had no idea who he was and why the hell he was helping him. As for Harmon Rabb, he seemed like more of a mystery.

Maison Building Company Site B

McGee and Ziva pulled up to the construction site and the car rolled to a stop. The whole place was too quiet but a couple of cars scattered around had told them that people were there.

BLAM! BLAM!

Ziva was the first to react as she began shoving McGee outside the driver side door as even more shots were fired at their car, "Get out," she ordered harshly as the passenger side window. Ziva felt sharp stings in her face as she ducked and she crawled over the seats to lean up against the car.

McGee fired shots back in the general direction of the shooters. Well the direction where the gunfire had come from. There was a moment of unnerving silence.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Hisssss…

"We need backup!" Ziva said as she punched the number in for NCIS.

Abby looked up from the computer. There was movement in the bullpen, not from her section but from the cubicle next door. Agent Conners and Wilson grabbed their guns before sprinting to the elevator. Abby could feel her heart skip a beat, when agents acted that way, it was never a good sign. Her telepathic sensors were tingling and thought that there could only be certain people in trouble at the moment… Her team must be.

"Hello Abby?!" Ziva screamed into the phone. There were times when it was just annoying to hear a ringtone.

What's going on? Abby's voice could barely be heard above some of the shooting.

"What?!" Ziva asked. "We can not talk right now!" Ziva let off a couple of rounds and it sounded like it hit something. "We are busy Abby!" She held the phone up to let the lab tech listen to the ongoing fire. "Do not worry, we have backup on the way," Ziva hoped that they would arrive soon because she was sure that if they wanted to, the shooters would be able to overrun them with ease. Ziva closed the phone and allowed it to fall to the ground.

Gibbs' house

Gibbs wanted to get Tony settled in comfortably before heading back to NCIS to check the progress of the case. He wasn't too worried about leaving his team to their devices since he'd trained them well. They hadn't called so there couldn't have been any problem they couldn't handle.

"Well DiNozzo," Gibbs prodded for a response.

Tony looked at all the DVD and cassette tapes that Gibbs had brought over from his apartment. He said they were his, but there were so many of them… How could one person have so many movies? He scratched his head. "All these are mine? Why would I have so many movies?" He asked.

"I always wondered that myself," Gibbs said trying to sound nice about it.

"Yeah?" Tony asked back. Understanding himself seemed to be an impossible task.

"What you want to eat?" Gibbs asked him, thinking that after the stressful time that he wanted something real to eat.

"I could do with a pepperoni, sausage with extra cheese pizza right about now," he slumped on the couch.

Gibbs stopped in his tracks. He'd heard that Tony's memory could come flooding back or just bits at a time. "Your favorite pizza?" Gibbs prodded him for a response.

"Is it?" He asked. Well it must be… Well it could be. That was the first thing that came to his mind. "Well it does sound good," Tony said smiling.

Maison Building Company Site B

"How is your ammo going Ziva?" McGee asked in a soft but clear tone.

"How is yours?" Ziva asked back. Hers was getting low and McGee had been firing for long than she has.

"I'm out," McGee dropped his weapon to the floor and just waited.

"Do not worry," Ziva tried to sound convincing. It did seem like a hopeless situation and all they could do now was rely on their backup to arrive and rescue them from their pinned down location. That was something she hated doing was relying on people that she didn't even know. "Our back up will be here any minute," she said.

"Hey if we don't make it out of this," McGee said. "I,"

Ziva slapped him on the back of the head. Since doing it, she realized why Gibbs did it so much. Not only did it get the point across quickly, it also was quite fun to be the one dishing it out.

"I was going to say that at least we won't have to put up with anymore movie quotes," McGee found himself joking and actually laughing at it. "Unless we end up in hell," he smiled.

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