Tim was in his room at Mossad hard to work on his computer. It was what he did every day for the last two weeks he'd been there. When he wasn't setting himself up as terrorist, he was trying to prove that the evidence Kort fabricated was indeed fake. He hadn't really expected to succeed there. It was just something for him to try while he waited for Kort to make a mistake.

Just then there was a knock on the door. Tim immediately got up and answered it. He was surprised to see Ziva there. "Ziva? What are you doing here?"

"Well, this is my home," Ziva said with a smirk. No matter how long she'd been gone or what problems she might have with her father, Mossad would always be a home to her.

"Yeah, but aren't you supposed to be on a ship right now?" Tim asked.

"That is what vacation time is for," Ziva said as she walked into the room.

Tim closed the door behind her. "Ziva, you shouldn't have come. What if Kort gets wind of it and thinks I'm with you. There is no extradition treaty here and your father has made it very clear that he will turn me in if he's asked to."

"I do not think anyone will make that distinction. It is as I said, Mossad is my home. No one is going to bat an eyelid at me coming here. I had planned to come on my vacation anyway. I just took the opportunity a bit earlier than I would have. Besides, everyone thinks you are in Iran," Ziva said.

"Eyelash," Tim said after a minute.

"What?" Ziva asked in confusion.

"You said no one is going to bat an eyelid. It's eyelash," Tim elaborated.

Ziva chuckled. "It is almost like old times, yes?"

"I hope not. Old times weren't all that enjoyable for me," Tim said.

"Oh, right. I am sorry," Ziva said. She really had not been thinking when she said that. She had certainly not meant to upset him.

"No, it's okay. I know what you meant. I miss you too," Tim admitted. And he did. He didn't miss the way she treated him or the way she would disregard the way the others did so, but he missed the person she was when she wasn't doing all of that and he always would. He still wasn't sure he could ever be friends with Ziva again, but that didn't stop him from remembering the good in her.

Ziva cleared her throat. "Anyway, tell me how I can help you now."

"I'm not sure you can. I think it's mostly a waiting game now. I've planted some false information to trick Kort into thinking I really am working with the terrorist group. He'll of course think I'm using the group to get to him, but it'll hopefully make him nervous enough to make a mistake," Tim explained.

"How will you know if he makes a mistake?" Ziva wondered.

"Gibbs and Abby are working on that angle. They're tracking his movements," Tim said. He'd gotten the official word from Nate just days after he asked him to contact Gibbs. After some difficulty, Nate managed to get him to agree.

"You are in contact with Gibbs? What if he is being watched?" Ziva asked. She was frankly very surprised McGee would do that. The man had gained extreme paranoia after joining Office of Special Projects. He should have figured that one out.

"No, I'm not in contact with Gibbs. I won't tell you the name of my contact so that you won't have to lie if you get caught working with me and you're asked, but he's someone I trust and no one will suspect him, not even my team," Tim said. His team was still clueless to the fact that Nate was working them. He had to hand it to Nate. Not many could get one over on the team. But part of Nate's job was knowing what buttons to push, and he was good at his job.

Ziva nodded. "And you're sure there is nothing I can do to help?"

"I don't think anybody can do anything right now but wait," Tim said as he sat down at the table.

"Alright. Then I should go and see my father. I will see you later," Ziva said before heading out of the room.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

Gibbs found himself following Kort's car to the CIA building. After much deliberation, he'd reluctantly decided to do it the shrink's way. He didn't like it though. He didn't like the idea of reporting to a man who'd loudly announced his belief that McGee was a terrorist. Yes, the doctor had all but said that he was lying then, but for all Gibbs knew, now he was lying. In the end though, he had to agree. If there was any way that he could help McGee, he had to do it.

Gibbs stayed a safe distance away and watched as Kort got out of his car and headed towards the entrance. The man looked very nervous and seemed to be in a hurry. For the first time, he no longer had that smug look on his face. Gibbs couldn't help but smirk. It was about time this bastard got knocked down a peg. He didn't know what had actually happened, but something had Kort on edge. Something had him scared.

Just then Gibbs' phone rang. He saw that it was Abby and immediately answered. "Kinda busy, Abbs. Make if fast."

"Gibbs, Gibbs! I got something. Well, actually Kort got something. Well, actually the whole CIA got something, but that's not…"

"Abby!" Gibbs exclaimed impatiently.

"Right. More information has been found linking Timmy to the terrorist group in Iran, but I don't think Kort did it this time. The information came anonymously to the CIA, and it went to Kort personally. And I mean, why would he send the information to himself. That wouldn't make any sense. He wouldn't need to send the information to himself if he fabricated it," Abby said.

Gibbs only got the first part of what she said because he noticed Kort come back out and head to his car. He frowned. Why would Kort be leaving so soon? He'd just gotten there. What was he up to?"

Gibbs immediately started following Kort a safe distance away. It turned out to be more difficult this time because the man was speeding.

"Gibbs, are you still there?" Abby asked.

"Just hang on for a minute, Abby," Gibbs said. He didn't want to hang up just yet. His gut was telling him that he would need her. About fifteen minutes into the drive, he realized why. "Abby, Kort is headed to the airport. I need you to hack into the system and find why. Now!"

"Gibbs, do you know how long that could take?" Abby asked.

It'll take five minutes because that's all we have! Just do it!" Gibbs ordered. He didn't know what was about to happen, but he knew it had to be bad.

Gibbs continued to struggle to keep up with Kort. The man was obviously panicked because he was driving like a maniac. "Come on, Abby, we're almost there."

"Hang on, I just got in the system. Okay, here it is. Oh. Uh oh."

"What?" Gibbs asked.

"He just booked an emergency flight to Iran," Abby told him.

"Dammit!" Gibbs cursed before disconnecting the call. He then used the contact number he had for Nate Getz. "Yeah, it's me. We've got a big problem."

Xxxxxxxxxxx

Tim was back at his computer when his phone rang. He immediately picked it up. "What's up, Nate?"

"Tim, I just got off the phone with Gibbs. Kort booked a flight to Iran," Nate said.

Tim leaned forward in attention. "Has he left yet?"

"Yeah. Gibbs wanted to stop him, but I told him to let him go. I figured you had nothing to fear by Kort going to Iran anyway and Gibbs didn't really have a legitimate reason to stop him," Nate explained.

"No, you did the right thing," Tim assured him.

"So what's the play now?" Nate asked.

"I'm not sure yet," Tim lied. He knew exactly what he was going to do now, but he also knew that Nate would stop him if he told him. "I'll let you know when I figure it out. Just keep going as planned."

"Okay."

Tim immediately hung up the phone and took a deep breath. He was really hoping he wouldn't have to do this, but he didn't have a choice. It was time to stop Kort once and for all. He had to go to Iran.