Tim and Ziva stepped out into the airport in Iran. "Okay, we are here. Let us hope we can at least make it out of this airport alive," Ziva said as they walked down the corridor to the main lobby.

Tim glanced around as inconspicuously as possible. "I've got two by the ticket booth paying us some attention."

"I see a couple by baggage claim," Ziva said as she noticed two men glancing at them.

Tim took another peek at the men closest to him to see if he could read his demeanor. Eighteen months in undercover made him quite good at such a task. After a moment he found that the men were suspicious, but did not know for certain who he was.

Tim put his arm around Ziva and began talking loudly. "Babe, I can't believe I let you talk me into coming here for our honeymoon. The middle of a warzone doesn't exactly scream romance."

Ziva was confused at first, but to her credit, she quickly recovered and began to play along. She pulled away and placed her hand on hip before giving Tim a fake glare. "You said you wanted to meet my family and see where I grew up. Was that a lie?"

"Of course not, Honey, but when I said that I didn't think you meant on our honeymoon. We should be alone enjoying ourselves as husband and wife," Tim said.

"Are you saying you would not enjoy yourself with my family?" Ziva asked in typical wifely fashion.

"No, of course not, honey," Tim said before looking past her and seeing the two men at baggage claim walk away. He only hoped that the other two had as well, but he would not chance looking back to see. "Look, forget I said anything. Let's go."

The two of them then grabbed what little luggage they had from baggage claim and left the airport. "Okay, what was that?" Ziva asked.

"They didn't know who I was. They were just suspicious because I was American. I'm sure American visitors is a seldom occurrence," Tim said.

"How did you know?" Ziva asked. She considered herself pretty good at reading people and she hadn't figured that out.

Tim smirked. "Eighteen months doing nothing but surveillance and undercover work. Now I'm almost positive that they worked for Kort and his terrorist gang, but they didn't have my picture or anything. They didn't know who I was."

"And they certainly won't know now. If I did not know any better, I would say you were my husband and we were here to visit my family. So what now?"

"Now we find a hotel and I find a way to let Kort know I'm here," Tim said before walking away from the airport.

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Twenty minutes later, Tim and Ziva were entering their hotel room. "Well, I would say it is almost certain that Kort will figure out you are here. After all, you did check in under the name Trent Kort," Ziva said.

Tim smirked. Yeah, he thought that was a nice touch. Anybody who saw that would think that he was mocking Kort. And he was. Who said he couldn't have a little fun while he cleared his name.

"Why don't you just hold up a neon sign saying 'Timothy McGee is here'?" Ziva asked sarcastically. She found it highly dangerous for Tim to drop Kort's name. He would immediately know where they were and he would come after them.

"Too flashy," Tim retorted as he took out phone.

"Who are you calling?" Ziva asked.

"Eric," Tim said simply as he dialed.

"I thought you did not want them involved," Ziva said. That was what he had been saying this whole time. He had wanted to protect his team from what he was facing.

"Well, I think it's a bit late for that at this point. Besides, I think it's safe to say we're nearly at endgame," Tim said as he placed the phone to his ear and waited for an answer.

"This is Eric."

"Hey, Eric, it's Tim," he said.

"Tim, thank God. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Where is everyone?" Tim asked.

"Well, Nell is here with me in Ops, Nate and Hetty are in their respective offices, and the rest are on their way to you," Eric told him.

"So everybody's pretty much where they're supposed to be," Tim sufficed.

"Everyone but you. You are definitely not supposed to be in Iran," Eric said.

"Yeah, well, you do what you have to. Listen, Eric, I need a favor," Tim said.

"What is it?"

"I need you and Nell to make it look like Kort and I am in contact and have been for some time. I wanna make it look like this whole thing has been a stunt to take down the group of terrorists," Tim said. He wanted Kort isolated. He wanted it to look like Kort had betrayed his terrorist friends just like he'd made it look like they had betrayed him. He wanted Kort cornered. That was when he made mistakes. He knew he wouldn't be killed by the terrorists. He was like a snake that way. He would slither his way out. But he wouldn't from Tim. With him, he was finally going to meet his end one way or another.

Tim soon heard talk in the background before there was a shuffle with the phone and Nell's voice came on the other end. "Tim, it's Nell. Listen, Hetty has been on the phone with everyone from Vance to the FBI to the CIA all day. She's claiming that Kort going to Iran without authority makes him look like the guilty one. And Eric and I are looking for evidence to support it. You're going to be exonerated. Just come home with Callen and the others."

"Sorry, Nell, I can't do that. The son of a bitch came after our team. He's going to learn you don't do that and get away with it. He's going to know what a fatal error it was for him to come after us," Tim said firmly. It wasn't about just his innocence. Yes, proving that was a priority, but so was taking Kort down once and for all.

"And if it costs you your life to do so?" Nell asked.

"Then at least I'll have taken him down with me," Tim said before hanging up.

"If you bag Kort into a corner, he will come after you with the intent to kill. He will not stop until you are dead," Ziva said seriously. She'd heard Tim's plan and she thought it was stupidest idea ever. This would surely get him killed.

Tim didn't correct Ziva's idiomatic mistake. He just smirked at her. "That's what I'm counting on."