The next morning, Tim made his way into Gibbs' house. He didn't bother knocking because, well, no one knocked when they wanted to see Gibbs. Everyone who knew him knew to just walk in if they wanted to see him.

Tim followed voices into the kitchen and saw Abby sitting there with Gibbs.

"What's the big deal, Gibbs? It's not like I haven't hacked into the CIA before," Abby said. She obviously wasn't too concerned with what she'd been asked to do.

"They weren't watching before," Tim spoke before Gibbs had the chance.

Abby turned to face him. "Oh, hey, Timmy. It's good to see you."

Tim ignored her comments and went on with his warning. He felt he had to at least warn of the consequences. He wasn't so heartless when it came to her that he would let her do this without his eyes wide open. "The CIA is waiting for someone to attempt what you'll be attempting. Now they'll be expecting it from myself or Eric, but if they find out it's you, make no mistake about it, Abby, your career will be over."

"He's right, Abs. Don't walk into this lightly. It's a big risk," Gibbs said.

"There's no risk too high to help a friend," Abby said as she smiled at Tim.

Tim bit his lip. He really just wanted to scream at Abby that he was not her friend and never would be again, but he wouldn't. He needed her help and he knew that if he went after her, she wouldn't give it. Gibbs had been different. He wasn't as selfish as Abby. He'd agreed to help because it was the right thing and because he'd been conditioned by guilt to some degree. Abby wasn't the same. "Thank you."

"I spoke to a couple people. I got the go ahead to see Callen this afternoon," Gibbs said.

Tim raised an eyebrow in surprise. "That was fast."

"Well, I've been working on it all night. Anything you want me to tell him?" Gibbs asked.

"Just find a way to let him now that no one's giving up. I'm sure I don't need to tell you not to drop any names," Tim said. The CIA would probably be monitoring any conversation Callen had with anyone. If Gibbs dropped his name, they would be finished before they even started.

"Nope," Gibbs said.

"One more thing. Do you know where Ziva's stationed now?" Tim asked. Ziva still had a lot of connections within Mossad. They could be useful in proving Callen's name. Mossad was familiar with several terrorist groups.

"Yeah, hang on," Gibbs said before heading into the living room, followed closely by Tim and Abby. He opened up a small drawer beside the couch and pulled out a piece of paper. He then handed it to Tim. "She's working as an agent afloat. That's the contact number for the ship she's on.

"Thanks. I'll be right back," Tim said before walking outside and taking out the prepaid phone he'd picked up at the airport before leaving LA. He didn't want to risk anyone tracing any calls he'd make.

Tim dialed the number Gibbs had given him waited until he heard a voice on the other end before speaking. "Yes, I need to speak with NCIS Agent Ziva David. Sure, you can have my name. Trent Kort," he said with a smirk when asked for his name. Kort ought to get a kick out of that one if he or his friends checked the Ziva angle.

Ziva's voice filled the phone a few minutes later and she did not seem too happy to be hearing from Trent Kort. "What do you and the CIA want, Mr. Kort?"

Tim chuckled. "It's not Kort, Ziva, it's McGee."

"McGee? Why are you calling? And why did you say you were Trent Kort?" Ziva asked.

"Because I couldn't give the captain my real name and I thought Kort would appreciate the irony of me using his name," Tim said smiling.

"What do you mean?" Ziva asked in confusion.

"I need your help, Ziva," Tim said seriously.

"Anything. What do you need?" Ziva said immediately.

"You may want to hear what it is before you agree. It could be a career breaker, Ziva," Tim warned.

"It is that serious?" Ziva asked.

"Yes. I used Kort's name for a reason. If you agree to help me and someone finds out we've spoken, it could be the end of both of us," Tim said seriously.

"What happened?"

"My boss has been arrested by the CIA. He's being charged with terrorism," Tim told her.

"This is agent Callen, yes?" Ziva asked.

"Yeah. He's being set up. Callen is not capable of betraying this country. I think the CIA is trying to make him their scapegoat. The problem is I can't prove it or even openly try to prove it because there is an order barring anyone from NCIS from investigating," he explained.

"Making it a career breaker to investigate it," Ziva finished for him. "Alright, what do you want me to do?"

"Are you sure?" Tim asked.

"I failed you once, McGee. I will not do so again," Ziva said firmly.

"Thank you. I'm hoping to have some more information regarding the terrorist group Callen is supposedly involved with by the end of the day. Now I know that Mossad has knowledge of more than a few of those groups," Tim said.

"You are hoping I can ask my father to look into them and find evidence to prove your friend's innocence," Ziva guessed.

"I'd appreciate it, yeah," Tim said.

"Of course. I will contact my father immediately. When you have the information, send it to me and I will get it to Mossad," Ziva told him.

"Thanks. And Ziva? Be careful," Tim said before hanging up and then heading back into the house.

"So are we gonna do this now?" Abby asked.

Tim took the bag he'd been carrying from his shoulder, opened it and took out a new laptop.

"I brought my own computer. Gibbs told me to," Abby said.

"Yeah, but that one can be traced back to you. I just picked this up this morning and paid cash. You're also not going to do this here. I don't want the CIA tracing a breech back to Gibbs' house. Take it to an internet café or some other Wi-Fi hotspot. And don't do anything until you get my text, okay?" Tim asked.

"And what are you gonna be doing in the meantime?" Gibbs wondered. He got the feeling McGee had some kind of plan up his sleeve while he was visiting Callen and Abby was hacking into the CIA mainframe.

"I'm going to go stalk the CIA," Tim said with a smirk before heading back outside the door.

Abby gawked at the spot Tim had just left. "Is he serious?"

Gibbs shrugged. "A few years ago I would've said no way, not without prompting. But after eighteen months under Callen, he just might have the balls,"