"Well, maybe it was a good thing I gave in." Tony mumbled as he slipped on his phone. Ziva smiled.

"It helped me." She shrugged. As Tony finished slipping on his shirt, his phone rang, playing: Big Boss Man by Elvis Presley. Just like his ringtone for Ziva was Temptation by Cote de Pablo and Abby's was Fear by Pauley Perrette.

Well you got me workin' boss man
Workin' round the clock
I wanna little drink of water
But you won't let big Al stop
Big boss man now can't you hear me
when I call? All right…..

Tony picked up his phone quickly.

"What'd ya got? SitRep, boss!" He said quickly, jumbling his words a bit in his eagerness and fear for his children.

"His name is Isaac Hill. He dated PO Hall for awhile, before she broke up with him."

"That's motive." Tony said, prompting Gibbs to continue.

"Yeah, Abby and McGee are going to any means necessary to find him. Bolos, everything. You can go with us when we find him to kill the bastard." He said and Tony nodded.

"Okay, thanks boss. Bye." Tony said and was about to hang up his phone.

"Hey DiNozzo!" Gibbs yelled.

"Yeah, Boss?"

"If there is one spot on my boat when I get home, you two are dead." He said and Tony's eyes widened.

"Yes, Boss." He said and hung up.

"What is going on, Tony? What did they find?" Ziva asked quickly.

"Ummm…. his, his…" Tony muttered, how did he know?

"Tony! Today!" Ziva yelled, slapping his head, and Tony snapped back to reality.

"The guy's name is Isaac Hill. Abby and McGee are trying to find him. Gibbs said we could go with when they locate him, and kill the bastard if we want." Tony said and Ziva nodded, she was hoping they found them, but at least when they did they would get to shoot the guy some where that would cause him to die a slow, painful death.

"Okay." She said, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice, her emotions were out of control. America had made her soft, wait…. No, Tony had made her soft. She felt Tony wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"We'll find them, Zee." He whispered, reassuring her for the thousandth time today.

"Tony, it's my fault. I couldn't beat Hill." She said, pushing him away from her. Tony sighed tiredly, it wasn't her fault; it was his.

"Ziva, honey, it is NOT your fault. It's mine. They're my children, and I couldn't protect them. I should have been more careful, I knew the guy who killed Marshall and McKenna's mom was still out there, and I knew he could still come after the kids. But, I was too caught up in my problems. It's my fault, Zee. Not yours." Tony said, he felt as if a huge weight was off of his shoulders, he needed to let it out. But, he had been so busy comforting Ziva; he hadn't worried about his feelings. Ziva shook her head and sat down beside Tony on the step.

"It is not your fault, Tony. It is no one's." Ziva said, she couldn't think of anything else to say. Tony shook his head and brought Ziva to his side, not saying anything. He didn't trust his voice; his eyes were already filled with tears threatening to spill over. He sat there for a moment when his phone rang, it was Gibbs again.

"We found him Tony. But, he wasn't with the kids. We have him in custody; he won't tell us where Marshall and McKenna are. You want to interrogate him?" Gibbs asked.

"Of course, boss! On our way, boss!" Tony yelled and stood up, practically picking up Ziva to put her on her feet. He threw her the keys to the car McGee left out front if they needed it.

"I get to drive?" She asked.

"Yes." Tony said simply and ran up the stairs. "They found Hill, but he didn't have Marshall and McKenna! We're going to interrogate him!" Tony yelled. Ziva ran after him and smirked evilly, this would be fun.

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