Gibbs rushed through the door of Tony's apartment; Jenny, McGee, and Abby rushing in behind him.
"What happened?" He yelled.
"We were cooking breakfast and we heard someone knock on the door. I went to answer it and there was a man standing there. He knocked me across the head and I blacked out. That's all I remember except for the fact that Ziva yelled what the hell are you doing." Tony said and collapsed onto the couch, putting his head in his hands.
"Ziva?" Gibbs said, looking towards her.
"I ran in when I heard Tony hit the ground. The man said, "Ziva, I suppose." And then we began to fight. He had experience, he beat me. He hit my head and I passed out. He took Marshall and McKenna."
"Okay, Ziva. Sounds like you got a better look at him. What did he look like?" Jenny asked.
"He had pale skin, jet black hair, hazel eyes, an upturned nose, low cheekbones, and a very muscular build." She said quickly and Gibbs nodded.
"Can you describe him to a sketch artist?"
"Yes." Ziva said and sat down on the couch beside Tony. She rubbed his back up and down and he leaned into her.
"Okay. We'll bring the equipment up here and McGee can get his laptop and do the computer generated sketch thingy. You two, you can't work the case, you're too involved." Gibbs said. Tony nodded, never lifting his head. He didn't want to argue. He didn't think he could handle it anyways. Gibbs, Jenny, McGee, and Abby all left with out another word and were back with in minutes with the crime scene equipment and a laptop. Before McGee could get through the door though, Gibbs stopped him.
"Take Ziva and Tony to my place. They're not in good shape. We'll worry about the sketch after we process the crime scene." He said pointing into the door to Tony and Ziva. Tony had silent tears flowing down his face and Ziva had her head leaning against his shoulder with a forlorn look on her face. McGee nodded. He walked into the living room and up to the couch.
"Ziva. Tony. Let's go." He said and they followed him without a word. He frowned, led them out the door, through the apartment complex, and out to the gigantic, navy blue and white NCIS truck.
He climbed into the driver's seat and Ziva climbed into the middle with Tony sitting numbly on one side of her. McGee sighed and started to travel the five miles to Gibbs's house. About half-way there, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tony pull Ziva to his side, like he was in need of contact with her.
McGee turned his head slightly, just enough to be able to see them better, but able to see the road too. He looked discreetly at Tony and Ziva, but he didn't even think they would notice if he stared them full in the face, they were out of it.
Tony had both his arms wrapped around Ziva's waist and his tear streaked face buried deep into her hair. Ziva had her head on Tony's chest and one of her hands beside her face and the other on his leg. As McGee looked at her face, he was surprised to see Ziva, one of the strongest people he knew, crying silently. They must have really loved these kids; even in the short time they knew them. McGee parked on the street in front of Gibbs's house and Tony and Ziva stepped out of the car and walked through the front door, not questioning why they were there.
McGee followed them, and as he walked through the door, watched them go into the basement where Gibbs's boat, Kelly, stood in the middle of the floor. He sighed and let them go they needed time.