"He did what?!" Kate and McGee flinched at the same time as Gibbs yelled at them. "You let DiNozzo wander off into this damned city without any backup, and then you waited an hour before telling me? What do you think you are doing, trying to get him killed?"

"He was armed," McGee offered, trying to stem the tide of Gibbs' anger.

"Oh, well, that makes it all right," Gibbs snapped, his sarcasm biting. "One gun will make sure he's fine, especially since he doesn't have any spare ammunition, and we're up against trained killers who have already taken out two good men. Yeah, Tony will be just fine." He pulled out his cell and hit the speed dial. "Dammit DiNozzo, pick up your phone!" Flipping the phone shut, he glared at the other members of his team. "He's not picking up. His phone is switched off. Still think he's fine with no cares in the world?"

"Well, how are we meant to find him Gibbs?" Kate's eyes were tight with worry, her voice sharper than normal.

"Did Abby ever get around to implanting that subdermal tracking device?" McGee asked. "She kept saying she was going to, because Tony had a habit of wandering off…" He trailed off as he realised the accuracy of Abby's statement.

"Don't just sit there – find out McGee!"

It turned out that DiNozzos did get lost. Tony had followed Isak easily to his house, where the man had apparently cooked himself dinner and sat down to watch television. Tony had managed to peer in through the window, and seen Isak slumped in an armchair with a bottle of beer, looking like he had very little intention of moving again for what was left of the night.

Giving that up as a lost cause and waste of time, Tony had attempted to head back to the Hotel. Attempted was the right word, unfortunately, as the winding and confusing streets of Pristina defeated him. Without street lights in many places, they were dark and full of pot-holes that threatened constantly to twist his ankle. He had walked for what felt like ages before he saw a familiar face.

Ardien, Edvina's boyfriend, was just in front of him. Tony was on the verge of calling out to him, remembering how helpful he had been over his hangover, but stopped when he saw who he was talking to. He couldn't place the guy, but the face seemed familiar. He had spent the entire night, along with Kate and McGee, sifting through files of war criminals, or suspected war criminals, and there was something about that man's face that seemed familiar. He sidled closer, as silent as a wraith, and was rewarded by a better look at the stranger's face.

Tony hid a smile. Well, well, well. There's a thing, he thought complacently. Lumni Castirovic. Vladan Mandic's right hand man. No such thing as coincidence, Tony reminded himself wryly, as he slid a hand into his pocket, turning off his cell phone. This was one time when he couldn't afford for a phone call to interrupt. This could be the thing that broke the case. Ardien and Castirovic conferred for a while, in Albanian to Tony's dismay, before they went their separate ways. Which one to follow was a dilemma that Tony could have done without, but it was soon solved. Castirovic was a wanted man, while he already knew where Ardien worked. It would be easy enough to find him in the morning.

Tracking Castirovic was relatively easy, except for the dangers presented by Pristina's streets, and Tony had soon followed him back to a beautiful mansion that looked straight out of the French Riviera. The vagaries of Pristina's architecture never failed to amaze Tony: one moment all that was visible were ugly, rundown tower blocks, but the next street would hold perfect replicas of French mansions, painted in an array of pastels.

Even better news, as far as Tony was concerned, was that he vaguely recognised this street. He might even be able to find his way back to the Hotel now. He took a careful note of where he was, and strolled back towards the Hotel Royal, able to enjoy his walk now. The pre-dawn half-light helped, as at least he could see where he was going now.

He was whistling as he walked into the make-shift conference room, confident of a job well done. He was unprepared, therefore, for the death glare he received from Gibbs, complemented and copied by Kate and McGee.

"What did I do?"

"Tony! You turned your cell off, and none of us knew where you were, if you were OK, or if you were dead!" Kate huffed, anxious to be rid the cold burn in the bottom of her stomach that had appeared when Gibbs had pointed out the stupidity of letting Tony go out alone.

"You'd better have some results," Gibbs growled, as relieved as the others to see his Senior Agent safe and well, but even less likely to show it.

"Boss, have a little faith, huh? I know which warlord we need to concentrate on." Tony sighed as he sat down, exhausted by his trek around Pristina. "Vladan Mandic is your man, boss, and his lieutenant is very friendly with Edvina's boyfriend."

"How on earth do you know that?" Kate rolled her eyes. Tony rolled his in return, and set about explaining his adventures.

"So DiNozzos do get lost then?" McGee asked, grinning at Kate.

"No, DiNozzos do not get lost, I was simply stretching my legs and momentarily forgot where I was," Tony backtracked. "Besides, it doesn't count as lost if you find something helpful."

Gibbs bit back a laugh and smacked Tony on the back of the head instead. "Just don't do it again. Take McGee with you next time, then you can get lost together."

"But does this mean Edvina is our leak?" Kate frowned, still unwilling to think of the cheerful blonde girl as a traitor or murderer.

"Don't know yet. We'll find out in the morning," Gibbs said, stretching as he stood up.

"Uh, boss, it is the morning," McGee pointed out. A look from Gibbs was enough, no words were necessary. "Right, um, later on in the morning. Gotcha."

"Just get some rest," Gibbs said wearily. If the rest of his team felt anything like he did, they were desperate to get a few hours rest. A full night's sleep would have been very welcome, but he would make do with two or three hours.