The door to the director's office slammed open, crashing into the orange wall behind it, shaking a little as a very, very angry Leroy Jethro Gibbs stormed into her office, "Ziva did what?" He nearly shouted at her.

"I'm sorry, Jethro."

"Why didn't you stop her, huh?" He yelled, and she stood up, walking casually towards him, showing him her badge. She had to stay calm; she was the director of a federal agency.

"I was too shocked."

"Bull shit, Jen!" He yelled, his face turning a little red, "Get her back here, ASAP!" And with that, he marched out of her office, running down the stairs as he pulled out his cell phone, dialing Ziva's number. Tony and McGee were still down in the lab with Abby, and Gibbs didn't feel like having to tell Tony that his partner had resigned because of him.

It rang once, twice, and then he heard it ringing on her desk. He cursed under his breath, closing his phone and moving his arms around, turning around in anger, trying to compose himself. How could Ziva do this to him? Better yet, how could she do this to Tony? He couldn't even think of Tony's expression if he found out that Ziva had resigned if this was how he was acting.

He reached for his desk phone, dialing Abby's lab.

"Yeah, Gibbs?" She asked, picking up on the first ring, "Tony's-"

"Get McGee up here ASAP. I want him to run a BOLO. Don't tell Tony, Abs, just get McGee up here, now!"

"Right away, bossman." Abby said, hanging up the phone as he put it down himself, reaching into his desk drawer and pulling out his gun and badge, placing them in their holsters. He started pacing; he couldn't stand still. Occasionally, he would glance up at the Director's office, wondering how in the name of hell she could have let Ziva resign just like that.

The elevator dinged and Gibbs snapped his head towards the metal lift, "Hurry up, McGee!"

"Coming, boss!" He said, running, "What's the emergency?" He asked, sitting down at his computer.

"Run a BOLO on Ziva's Mini."

"Why?"

"Don't ask questions, McGee, just do it."

"What did Ziva do?"

"JUST DO IT, MCGEE!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, enraged. He didn't have long before Ziva went complete 'Ninja Mossad Assassin' as Tony would put it. McGee began furiously typing on his computer, Gibbs watching his every move on the plasma.

"There, boss, it's done."

"You able to track her?"

"Yeah…car's parked…about thirty, forty miles from here, she drives like a maniac boss, she's halfway to Richmond. Arlington, to be specific. Interstate 64."

"She got a lead. Tell DiNozzo I'm taking off. He needs to stay here, with Abby. Don't mention anything about Ziva until I get back."

"Where is she, anyways, boss?" McGee asked, but was cut off by Jenny running down the stairs, putting her gun in her holster, still holding Ziva's badge in her hand. She ran into the bullpen, standing in front of Jethro's desk, "Uh, is something going on? Is Ziva all right?" He then noticed the badge in Jenny's hand, "Is that Ziva's badge? Oh, boss, don't tell me…"

"She resigned, McGee. Because of damn DiNozzo. Tell him if he pulls another stunt like he did when Ziva was in prison, then he's going to get his ass kicked, but don't tell him that Ziva resigned. We don't want Tony to have another ulcer." Gibbs said, walking over to McGee, shoving a finger in his face, "Do not tell him about this, McGee. I will kick your ass." McGee nodded his head.

"Got it, boss."

"Come on, Jen, let's move." He said, motioning for her to follow him as she broke into a jog, to catch up with him as they went into the elevator.

A minute or two later, Tony appeared from out of the elevator.

"Tony!" McGee said, quickly turning off the plasma, which contained the BOLO on Ziva's car, and then stood up, "What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be down in Abby's lab."

"I'm fine. Listen, McGee, where's Ziva? I really need to talk with her," He said, walking towards his desk, wincing a little with every stiff move he made, "My stomach burns, McGoo, bring me over my chair, will ya?"

"Oh, yeah, sure, Tony, sorry." He said, quickly running over to get his chair, rolling it towards Tony, who sat down in it, sighing in happiness.

"Thanks, McGee." He said, "Now where's Ziva?"

McGee opened and closed his mouth, "I-I…I don't know." He said, hoping that he was being honest with himself. He really didn't know where she was, right? He felt a bead of sweat run down his neck and down his back, but he was hoping that Tony didn't see it.

"Calm down, McGoo. Just a simple question. No big deal, I'll just call her." He picked up his desk phone and dialed her number, waiting for it to ring. It rang, once, twice, and then he heard it ring. He turned his head to the right and stared at Ziva's desk, where, sitting on top, was her cell phone, ringing. He slammed the phone back down and turned to McGee, "You're lying to me."

"I'm not lying to you, Tony."

"Ziva taught me how to figure out if people are lying. You're lying. Your eyes won't shut up."

"I'm not allowed to tell you."

"Who made you promise that? Gibbs?"

McGee nodded his head, "Yeah, it was Gibbs."

"Come on, McGee! If Gibbs told you, he could tell me, too!"

"He didn't want you to know. He told me he didn't want you to know. I'm sure he'll tell you soon."

Tony stood up, his ulcer burning in the process. He felt the urge to throw up, but he managed to keep the building in his throat down as he glared at McGee, who looked terrified, "You know where she is."

"Yeah, I do, Tony, and I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"I just can't Tony! I can't tell you Ziva resigned!" McGee realized what he said the second the words came out of his mouth, the second that Tony's face fell. The second that it looked like Tony's world had just come crashing down on him again.

Tony couldn't think of anything but one question.

WHY?

And, with that, he let go of the sickening feeling gathering in his throat all over the floor before falling back into his chair, rolling back a little as he breathed heavily, some of the contents of his stomach still stuck in his air tube, "Ziva…did…what?"