AN: Shorter update here...Hope to give you a long one before the weekend. with more answers. Thank you for your reviews thus far...enjoy!

The man with the limp looked strangely familiar. "Get us the hell oughtta here kid."

Pat snapped his head to the left to see his Dad pacing towards them. "You've got to be kidding me?"

Gibbs slammed the steering wheel. "Out of here now!"

Within seconds of putting the car in reverse Gibbs watched the two men lift up two revolvers and begin to fire. He ducked instinctively and moved his hand to the back of Pat's head. "Keep down." As they peeled away, Gibbs watched them race back to their car and pursue them. "You got a phone…?"

Pat shook his head.

"No, of course you don't, that would be too easy." Gibbs offered as he continued to peer behind them. He glanced at the speedometer and sighed. "Move over…I'm driving."

"What are you nuts?"

"I'm beginning to think so…now slide over. I got the wheel." Gibbs reached for it and quickly switched places with Pat. "You might want to put on your seat belt."

Pat did so quickly and felt his body thrust itself against the back of his seat as they sped off. "Maybe you were a NASCAR driver for a living?"

Gibbs swerved his way in and out of traffic as he continued to keep an eye on the men pursuing them. He couldn't kick that Pat's Father and he had met before, but that was the least of his worries. Or so he thought.

"Seventy two cars…" Abby handed Tony print out. "And before you ask, Mr. Tibbs, I already ran the owners through the data base."

"And…"

"I was getting to that…was just taking a breath." She sighed. "Nothing of significance yet."

"Keep…"

"Looking, yeah I know." Abby reached back to grab Tony's arm. "You should get some rest; you look like Gibbs without his morning coffee."

Tony shrugged. "No rest for the weary AbGee."

"Oh that's cute." Abby smiled. "AbGee…AbGee…got a nice ring to it. Except one thing."

"What's that?"

"I like McAbby better."

Tony nodded. "Fine…McAbby…let me know when you got something. I'm going for coffee."

"Yes sir, Agent Tibbs, sir."

He shook his head and smiled as he walked away. Having her there sure helped his mood, but what mattered even more than his mood was finding Gibbs. He was constantly on his mind and he wondered what would happen if he didn't hold true to his word. He shook the negative thoughts out of his head as he sipped his coffee and reached for the phone.

"Ziva, its Tibbs…I mean Tony…how you feeling?"

"Like I've been cooped up in an elevator for days with no air circulation."

Tony smiled slightly. "Good metaphor…where'd you learn that one?"

"From Gibbs." She took in a long breath. "Tell me you got a lead."

"I think he may have made it to the road and got picked up. Probably injured."

"Local Emergency rooms?"

"Gee, why didn't I think of that?" He sighed. "Of course, I got all the bases covered. Right now our best chance is the owners of the cars that came through the toll near where we found his badge…Abby is running them now."

"You must get me out of here soon…I am going bonkers."

Tony smiled again. "I'll see what I can do…gotta go now. Try and get some rest." He laughed slightly. "Yeah, love you too…bye…"

Abby came in a few seconds after he closed the phone. "Uh, who you dishing out I love you's to?"

"That was Ziva…"

"Oh okay, listen…"

"Whoa there, McAbby, you're just gonna let it go, just like that?"

Abby shrugged. "Well yeah Tony, you said it was Ziva…anyway, listen, I got a hit from the data base, and you're not gonna believe who the car is registered to…"

"Uh, I think we lost 'em." Pat tried to turn around and look, but the speed Gibbs was driving didn't allow for much movement.

"I'll be the judge of that." He swerved in and out of a few more cars, before noticing an exit up ahead. "We'll get off there…get to a phone." He slowed down and looked back for a moment, to see the pick up in the distance.

Pat released his white knuckle grip from the dash and lifted his hand up. "Look out!!"