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Note: Okay here's the chapter I was going to put up today. Please review! Have a great weekend folks!

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Airport Security Office...

"I can't believe all that was because of a man." Ziva said, her gaze slowly going over the people in the other room.

Two women and a man. They'd been arrested for causing the disturbance in the food court area. When the four agents realized that the disturbance did not involve anyone in their case, they immediately headed back to baggage claim only to find Sienna and her family no where in sight. After doing a quick search of the airport, the team headed to the security office with hopes of finding some footage from one of the many cameras stationed in the baggage claim area.

"One guy, two girls." Tim said, lifting his eyes from the computer. "It's actually quite common..."

"Not in your world, Probie." Tony interjected, cutting Tim off.

Tim rolled his eyes and turned back to the computer as Tony continued to talk.

"Now me..." Tony said. "I'm always having to fight the women off."

Ziva turned to Tony.

"You know, Tony, in my country...you would never have that problem." she said.

"Oh really?" Tony said, turning her way. "Why not?"

"Because," Ziva said, a sly smile coming to her lips. "You would be shot before it got that far."

As Tony's mouth dropped open, Tim's fingers stilled on the keyboard. Turning, he gave Ziva a questioning glance.

"Why would Tony be shot?" he asked.

"You take the man..." Ziva paused, glancing over at Tony. "Or in his case...boy...out of the equation." As Tony glared, Ziva smiled at turned back to McGee. "No man, no problem."

Tim grinned. "Shoot Tony and the problem goes away."

"Hey!" Tony snapped, a pout coming to his features.

Ziva smiled brighter, about to respond when Gibbs lifted his head.

"We have a lady on the run with some crazy psychopath still out there, probably watching her at this very minute." Gibbs said, raising a brow at them. "Can we get back to that problem or should I just shoot you all and see if it goes away?"

All three agents quickly turned backed towards the airport surveillance cameras.

"Sorry, Boss." McGee said, his fingers once again drumming on the keys.

Immediately Gibbs's hand lifted and smacked the back of McGee's head.

"Don't apologize, McGee." Gibbs said. "It's a sign.."

"Of weakness." McGee finished. "Got it, Boss."

Four pairs of eyes turned back to the airport surveillance tapes.

"There, Boss!" McGee pointed to one of the other small screens, then pressed the rewind button. "Here's when we radioed you about the fight."

The four agents watched as the tape showed Gibbs and Tony running up the stairs with the other guards in the area.

"She was in the bathroom." Tony said. "No wonder we didn't see her, Boss."

"She saw you though, Tony." Ziva said, pointing to the screen. "Look, she is trying to follow."

The four watched the tape as Sienna made a move to follow, only to be stopped by a large group of people that made Wall Street seem like Sesame Street. Words shouted, arms wailing, cameras flashing, phones out...and it was all directed towards Sienna.

"Geez." Tony said. "They're like hound dogs."

"They're tourists, Tony." Tim said. "It's what they do."

"They sure are friendly tourists." Gibbs said, eying a select few of the faces on the screen.

Tim narrowed in on the screen. "It's her parents, Boss."

"And her friends." Tony added.

"Husband's family, too." Ziva finished.

"Are they still there, McGee, or did we miss them?" Gibbs asked.

McGee turned his head looking at the camera currently recording in the baggage claim area.

"They aren't there anymore, Boss. Let me check the parking lot." he said, moving over to another camera. "There they are. Three SUV's, dark blue, maybe black. They're loading, in parking lot C."

"Ziva, DiNozzo...let's go!" Gibbs said, moving into the outer office. "You keep on them, McGee. Don't let them out of your sight."

"On it, Boss." Tim responded, his eyes never moving from the screen.

Gibbs headed out of the security office, his hand swiping across the desk by the door. As he left, Tony and Ziva followed.

"It's clear across the airport." Tony said. "We might not get there in time."

"I wasn't really planning on walking, DiNozzo." Gibbs replied.

Gibbs ran a few feet forward then disappeared behind a set of double doors. A few seconds later, the doors opened as Gibbs came out driving a security cart. Gibbs had swiped the keys off the desk in the office just moments before. Gibbs barely paused beside Tony and Ziva, causing the two agents to jump into the cart while it was still moving. As Gibbs swerved around the benches, trash cans and civilians, Ziva and Tony hung on for dear life.

"I think I'm gonna be sick." Tony complained.

"You can get sick later, DiNozzo." Gibbs said, swerving around another group of people.

As Gibbs served, Ziva fell over into Tony's lap. Tony's arm immediately circled around her waist, holding her steady so she wouldn't fall out of the cart. With wide eyes, Ziva turned to her partner.

"And you think I'm a bad driver?" She asked in disbelief. "He's horrible!"

Tony gave her a small lopsided grin. "You're worse."

Any reply from Ziva was cut off when McGee's voice came over their radio.

"They're out of the parking lot, Boss." came the crackling information.

Tony and Ziva's knuckles turned white as Gibbs foot pressed on the accelerator. As the small security cart came to a screeching halt in front of the stairs, Tim's voice once again sounded over the radio.

"They're caught in traffic right by the baggage claim area, Boss." McGee's voice said. "At the very front of the middle lane behind Taxi cab #A2245. They're beginning to move, Boss!"

As Tim finished his sentence, Gibbs, Tony and Ziva were on their feet and running down the stairs. Rushing outside, the three turned their heads just in time to see the dark colored SUV's pulling away from them. Tony and Ziva tried to run after them but a few cars later, stopped. It was no use. They'd missed Mrs. Cena by just a few minutes...again.