"Duckie, what'd we miss?"

Tony and Ziva quietly entered the viewing portion of the interrogation room, where Duckie and Palmer were already watching. Duckie turned to Tony and said, "Jethro is trying to get Mrs. Crawford to tell him where Mr. Foster is hiding."

"He must have gone to check the house and Jackson had disappeared," Ziva said.

"Teresa, we know you had nothing to do with the murder. We ran scans and found Jackson's prints. But I need you to tell me where he is staying, because until we find him, your life is in danger."

Teresa's face looked tired. "Special agent Gibbs, why did he kill my husband? They were best friends. They served together for 10 years. Why now?"

Gibbs looked at her and said, "We think he wanted money. But he knew the only way to get any of that money would be to kill your husband, because then he could have you for himself."

"But why does he want to be with me?"

Tony laughed lightly. "My guess is because you were giving him something no other woman was."

Ziva slapped him on the back of the head.

"That was unnecessary," he stated.

Suddenly, Gibbs' voice echoed through the room. "Because you were already with him. We have a video of you leaving dinner with him the same day he killed your husband. You had no idea your husband was dead at the time, you were just continuing the affair."

Tony and Ziva moved closer to the glass as McGee walked into the room. Teresa was in tears as she said, "He's in Baltimore. He went back to his family home."

Gibbs stood up and said, "Teresa, I want you to stay here. I'm going to make sure this is taken care of and you are safe."

Teresa smiled and Gibbs left the interrogation room and the other five let the viewing room, following closely behind him. "Duckie, do me a favor and take care of Mrs. Crawford. She's fragile. Palmer, go see if Abby needs any help with anything. DiNozzo, Ziva, McGee, pack your stuff. We're going to Baltimore."

Duckie and Palmer turned around and the other four rushed to their desks, "McGee, we got an address?"

"On it, boss."

'Nice house."

"That's Foster's car. The license plate matched the one from the car he and Teresa drove away in from the restaurant."

Gibbs parked the car in front of the two story, white house. "DiNozzo, McGee, take the back. Ziva, you're with me." They all readied their weapons and exited the car, Tony and McGee walking to the backyard. Ziva and Gibbs slowly opened the door, their guns up.

As Gibbs took the stairs to the 2nd floor, Ziva began to survey the first floor. She checked the living room, the family room, the office and the kitchen, but there was no one in sight. "Gibbs, I think-"

Suddenly, Ziva felt a blow to the head and she fell to the floor, her gun sliding across the linoleum. She rolled over and lifted herself up, her fist rapidly connecting with Jackson's face. However, she quickly realized he was much larger in person than on tape and as he punched her square in the stomach, she fell into the wall and slid down, completely hunched over in pain. She didn't have the energy to look for her gun or for Jackson.

But then, she heard someone load a gun.

And then she heard a gunshot.