Hey everyone. So... I hope this chapter makes sense. I had to go into some boring detail about the ZIPTEC case in order for it to work with the story. And I know the whole tracking devices thing is kind of unrealistic but I didn't feel like doing research and it's the first thing that popped into my mind.

Disclaimer: First, I'll buy the season dvds. Then, I'll take over the show and characters which I don't currently own, and then I will take over the world, Pinky. And all the NCIS fans will flock to me and be amazed. The end.

"Why would I help you?"

Kort steps closer and studies her. "You are a great forensic scientist, at least according to NCIS. We need you to help us process some... evidence."

"And you couldn't just stop by NCIS and ask me?"

Ray and Kort exchange glances and finally Ray answers. "No. This is top secret. We're going to read you in so that you can help us."

Abby crosses her arms over her chest. "I'm not going to help you, dirtbags."

Kort steps forward threateningly. "You don't have any choice. We'll keep you here as long as it takes. Now, are you ready?"

"Guess I don't have a choice."

"Good. There's a case the CIA has been working on called ZIPTEC. It's high security clearance only, but we're making you an exception. The CIA was working on creating tracking devices. These devices, when working properly, could not only track certain individuals, through various complicated technology, but also track machines, military vehicles, military equipment, and much more. What's unique about these devices is that they are so small that they cannot be detected by the naked eye. They emit an extremely powerful signal, from hundreds of miles away. Can you see the significance of this, for the U.S.'s military procedures?"

Abby rolls her eyes. "Why is it always about spying with you people?"

"These devices will allow us to track military enemies, such as in Iraq, without them having a clue, provided the tracking devices can be placed. They are valuable and worth a lot of money. And they were stolen, including the computer equipment that tells us where the devices are located. "

Abby only raises one eyebrow to show that she could really care less. Ray steps forward to continue, "We found some evidence but we need your help, Abby. We need your expertise to help us develop a way to find these things."

"Ummm..guys, I'm a forensic scientist, in case you hadn't noticed, and I don't know that much about technology. Why didn't you kidnap McGee instead?"

Kort is clearly becoming frustrated. "Because we think we know who took them, but we need concrete forensic evidence to be sure. There's one flaw with the tracking devices. They leave a chemical trace behind. We're going to bring you scraps of evidence from different suspects that we discretely confiscated and you are going to see if they contain this trace. We don't know exactly what the trace is because our original forensic scientist, who created the trace, was murdered."

"Great! Just great. I'm going to get killed because you two don't know how to work a mass spectrometer? Seriously?"

Kort just rolls his eyes in frustration. "I've had enough. You talk some sense into her."

Ray turns to Abby as Kurt strolls from the room. "Abby, you have to do this. We're not letting you go until you do. These devices, if found in the wrong hands, could wreak havoc. What if they were placed on our military planes? Do you know how much easier it would be for terrorists to shoot down our planes if they knew the exact location?"

"Yeah, well. Fine. I'll do it. I don't want to do it, but I will since you guys obviously aren't going to let me go until I do. But I need a caf-pow. And lab equipment."

"I'll get your caf-pow and bring you to your lab."

Another thought occurs to her as he strides from the room. "AND I WANT TO BE CALLED QUEEN ABBY!" When Ray doesn't reply, Abby just shrugs and says to herself, "I've always wanted to be called that."

Ziva groans and looks at the clock. 2:17 a.m. She growls and considers throwing the stupid machine across the room, but she turns her back to it instead. Is Abby okay? Gibbs made Ziva go home to get some rest because they had been working around the clock to find Abby. They found the location where the intruder obtained the chlorofoam but the stupid owner was refusing to tell them anything. Gibbs interrogated him but they had to let him go after the required 24 hours. Now, it turns out the man has run off.

"If only I could get my hands on him, I would show him that-"

RING! Ziva jolts in surprise as her cell phone lights up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Zee-vah!" She takes the phone away from her ear and gives it a disgusted look before laying back down and staring at the ceiling.

"Why are you calling me so late, Tony?"

"Technically, it's really early. Well... I-" Ziva suddenly sits up with a gasp.

"WAIT! Tony, nothing's wrong, is it? You have found Abby?" Her breathing is ragged and she's sure her pulse rate has jumped.

"Chill out, Ziva. No, we haven't found her, although I wish we had. Gibbs made me go home. I just couldn't sleep and I was lonely."

"Ugh. You were lonely, Tony? Really? That is why you had to call me at 2 a.m. in the morning?"

"Yep. You know, I was thinking, maybe sometime we could go see the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie. I know how you love those. Although I should probably try to broaden your horizons..."

"My horizons are very broad, thank you. I do not want to discuss this with you right now, Tony."

"Discuss what?"

"You are asking me out on a date."

"No, I'm not." She hears his tone and knows he is lying.

"Yes, you are. You and I... we are not right for each other, Tony. You have asked me before and I have always said no, remember? If you keep asking, I am going to have to tell Gibbs."

"WHAT! Ziva, seriously, don't tell Gibbs. Are you trying to get me killed?"

"Well... I do my best. Listen, Tony, I must go. You need to get some sleep. You looked tired today."

"Back at ya."

"Back at ya? I am confused."

"It means the same for you. You looked tired too, Ziv-ster.

"Is the reason you won't date me because you're in love with Abby?"

"It is none of your business, Tony, and if you mention it again-"

"I know, I know. You'll have to shoot me. I wonder what you would be like if you hadn't been brought up in Mossad."

"Dead. Goodnight, Tony."

"Night."

She sighs as she sets the phone in it's cradle, glad the awkwardness of that conversation is over. She loves Tony, she really does, and she would do anything to protect him from harm and would even give up her own life for him. As far as men goes, Tony is very attractive to her, but Ziva is in love with Abby. She knows to be with anyone else would be a lie because she would wish the entire time that Abby was by her side instead.