"Have the body taken to NCIS." Fornell was adamant in his tone and was surprised when he was met with resistance.

"NCIS is taking over jurisdiction sir?"

Tobias was swift to respond. "Did I stutter Agent Jameson?"

"No sir."

"I didn't think so." He cleared his throat and gestured for the men to do as he asked. He then paced towards the window and down towards the street. "Jameson, I want the security camera footage from those intersections as well as the Federal Bank across the street. Have the footage…"

"Sent to NCIS, yes sir."

Fornell had to smile; after all he hated being misunderstood.

"Cat got your tongue?" Tony managed a small smile; as he limped towards her desk. "I saw this movie once…"

"How…" She began and watched as Tony put his hand up to quiet her.

"I wouldn't advise interrupting me at the moment; I'm carrying a loaded weapon." He cleared his throat. "Now, where was I? Oh yes, I saw this movie once…the head of this federal agency, though attractive, made a fatal mistake when she ordered one of her agents on a wild goose chase. Unfortunately for that agent; he ended up dead…and his fiercely loyal team leader sought revenge…but the zany twist here is, I'm alive…" He coughed a bit as he took a seat in front of her and crossed his legs comfortably. "No need to keep quiet on my account."

"Tony, I…I'm so glad you're alright…"

He gestured towards his face. "You mean beside the contusions and cuts…yeah, I'm great. I mean sure, I totally defied the odds; but after all I did watch Bond films obsessively growing up; makes a boy think he can do anything…"

"Does Gibbs know you're here?"

"I was gonna surprise him; thought you might want to come with?"

She took in a breath. "He's gone after you."

"After me? So…I'm gonna take a shot in the dark here and say you didn't tell him anything about this operation?" He watched her shake her head. "You told him I was dead after that little stunt at the bridge didn't you? And when I came back after the mission alive? What then?" She remained silent. "Or maybe me coming back alive wasn't part of the plan at all was it?"

"Of course it was."

"Then what Jenny? I get sent in under the pretense of finding Ducky's son; who let me guess, never existed?"

"It was the only way to ensure you'd take the assignment."

"Ah yes, appeal to my sense of humanity. I can see how that would appeal to someone like you…who has none."

"I deserve that."

"Oh believe me, I'm just getting started." He sat up. "Who's with the boss?"

"Ziva and Mike Franks."

Tony looked at her sideways. "Mike Franks? I take it, I'm a little out of the loop, care to fill me in?"

She sat nervously at her desk accounting the events over the past month. She began with the team's resignation and subsequent reinstatements and ended with the current predicament.

"Abby escaped? And she's here?" He watched her nod before half limping and half sprinting towards her office door. "So we're clear…this isn't close to being over for you."

The fear piercing through her made it seem as though Gibbs had uttered that statement. And it was even more solidified by the sound of her officer door slamming closed.

Gibbs turned back towards Ziva before slamming his fist into Trent's gut; doubling him over. It was then Gibbs knee struck his forehead sending him to the ground.

"Uh Probie…" Frank gestured behind them. "Hell of a lot of those silly hats coming towards us."

O'Shea let out a laugh. "Looks as though your game is up. You Americans never know when to quit."

Ziva quieted him with a quick strike to his nose. "I am not American."

Officer Clayton hurried towards them and surveyed the situation. "Did you honestly think you could pull this off Agent Gibbs?"

Gibbs expression shifted and he let out a sigh. "I had my hopes."

"As did I." He handed Gibbs a sheet of paper; which he read silently and handed back. "We will have Mr. Kort travel back to the US with an escort. As for O'Shea he shall stay here with us."

Gibbs motioned for Ziva to hand him over. "Might want to get him some tissues for the bloody nose."

"It looks as though Grenioulle will need more than a few tissues." Clayton commented; as he gestured towards the body.

"I would like to request his body be flown to the US." Gibbs asked.

"I don't foresee any issues there. It appears people owe you a lot more favors than you care to admit Gibbs."

He ignored the comment. "Any news on my Agent?"

Clayton's eyes shifted to the ground. "Sadly, no. My men gathered Intel to suggest he was killed to send a message…Grenioulle attempted to convince O'Shea to spare his life; he did not."

Gibbs eyes followed O'Shea as they led him towards the now devastated gate. Mike picked up on his gaze and watched Gibbs hands tighten on his weapon. "Probie…" But before he could continue he watched Gibbs dart after O'Shea and watched Ziva follow. She was able to stop him just as he took aim with his weapon.

"This will not bring Tony back." She shouted, now inches from his face.

Gibbs stare burned into her as he fought to lift the weapon a second time. Franks arrived behind him seconds later. "DiNozzo didn't deserve this Probie, but you don't deserve to be called a murderer either…now stand down Gunny."

Clayton rushed behind them and urged the Officers to race O'Shea from the premises. Ziva quickly took the gun from Gibbs and placed a hand on his arm gently. "Tony would not want this."

"We don't know what Tony would want Ziva….and now we never will."

"Sir, the sedan outside is issued to NCIS."

Fornell picked up his phone as he exited the building. "Fornell here, I need to put on a BOLO for NCIS Special Agent, Timothy McGee..."

"Tony!!" She nothing short of took him to the ground as she leapt into his arms. "Tony! Tony!!"

"That's my name don't wear it out…" He squeezed her tight and managed to ease her away from the embrace after only thirty seconds. "Abby, I know everything is a little crazy right now…okay maybe more than a little…but we gotta call the boss…"

She took his hand and pulled him towards the computer; she hit the speed dial and handed him the phone. "Call's going through now…"

He put the receiver to his ear and noticed the object in Abby's left hand. "Uh, what's with the stapler?"

"Don't ask."

He continued to listen to the rings until he heard it pick up… "Boss?"