"Didn't think it'd be this easy…" Gibbs admitted, standing toe to toe with none other than Eli David.

"My daughter is quite fond of you…hate to give her another reason to be upset with me."

"You expecting a thank you?"

He shook his head and motioned for the two of them to sit down.

"Don't plan on staying long."

Eli took his seat and folded his hands over the desk. "No coffee then?" He watched as Gibbs' expression didn't change. "I see…well then, I suppose we can skip the pleasantries."

"Too late." Gibbs shot back, before taking a step towards him.

Tim watched his boss carefully, and remained silent.

"What is it that you want from me, Agent Gibbs?"

"Ziva…"

"I did not realize you had ownership rights for her…"

"From what I hear, neither of us do at the moment."

Eli's expression changed. "My people are taking care of that…problem."

"Problem?" Tim suddenly spoke. "With all due respect sir, I don't think your daughter being held hostage and possibly dead can be characterized as a simple problem…"

Gibbs contemplated quieting his Agent but decided against it.

"Frankly sir, I'm surprised we found you here at all."

"I suppose I should be out there yes? Rescuing her?" He motioned around the room. "If you have not noticed I have an Agency to run…"

Gibbs clenched his teeth and motioned for Tim to let him speak.

"My men are very capable…as is Ziva. I am not worried."

"Last time I checked Ziva couldn't out run a speeding bullet." Gibbs shot back at him. "And I'm venturing to guess that neither can you…."

"Is that a threat?"

"Would I do that?" He looked at McGee. "Would I do something like that Tim?"

Eli stood up in response. "If you came here for a location on my daughter…so that you can race in and save her like your American movie stars, you are gravely mistaken."

"I didn't just come for her."

Eli sat back down slowly. "Now why doesn't that surprise me?"

"My Agent…"

"Your agent?" He placed a finger near his face. "Ah yes, your other Agent…what was his name…Anthony yes?" He smiled slowly. "Why on earth would I know where he is?"

Gibbs moved his hand towards his sig, only to remember it had been confiscated at the door to his office. "Apple doesn't fall far from the tree does it?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're just as much of a bastard as he was."

Eli leaned forward. "Coming from another bastard, I suppose I should be flattered."

"Tell me where they are…"

"Or what?" He smiled a bit. "You will kill me with your bare hands faster than my men could be in here with a bullet between your eyes?" His voice rose as he stood up. "You are not stupid…"

"No," Gibbs shook his head. "No, I'm not."

It went silent for a moment before an unexpected voice broke the silence.

"Tony did nothing to deserve this," Tim's voice was quiet but firm. "There are terrorists out there…killing the innocent…killing your Agents…why would you bother taking him?"

Eli continued to plead his innocence. "I've had enough of these accusations."

Gibbs moved towards him. "I didn't come here expecting any answers."

"Then tell me, Agent Gibbs, why did you come?"

Gibbs stare burned into him. "To let you know..that I know…" He motioned for McGee to follow him towards the door, before turning back. "And that if I go home without 'em…you may wanna sleep with one eye open…"

"Ow!" Tony wasn't at all stoic about getting hit, particularly over and over again. "Geez…now I just gotta know…how much do torturers make these days?" Another strike. "Do you get paid per punch? Do using devices hold a higher pay off?" Another. "Do you get bonuses for creativity?" Another.

He spat what looked like part of his tooth on the ground before looking back at his captors. "Seriously though…do you go to school for this sort of thing?"

And with another…he was out cold.

"What now boss?" Tim glanced to his right, just as they stepped into the sedan.

"A favor."

"From who?"

"And old friend…"

"Miss Scuito?" Vance entered her lab after trying her phone a number of times. He walked into her back office to find her curled up in the corner, Bert the hippo close to her side. "Everything alright?"

She stood up quickly, wiping her tears away. "Fine…what can I do for you sir?"

"Can't seem to get a hold of anyone."

"Wow…that's a lot of agents…they didn't all get kidnapped did they?"

"Kidnapped?"

Abby moved past him. "No silly, I said maybe they're all taking naps..." She grabbed a mirror and quickly checked her eyes. "Which anyone can't you get a hold of?"

"Gibbs, namely…the whole team seems to be AWOL."

"Weird." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Are you telling me you don't know where they are?"

"Wish I did," she mumbled to herself.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"What you just said…"

"I didn't say anything…"

"You said something."

"Something about what?"

"That's what I asked…"

"About what?"

Leon put his hand up to silence the exchange. "Do you have any idea where they are?"

"No," she took in a breath. "Why didn't you just ask me that?"

He didn't smile. "Uh huh…well if you hear from them could you let them know their Director is looking for them."

"You wish..." She mumbled again.

"What?"

"For Shizz." She responded quickly. "It's short for, for shizzle...more widely known as 'for sure."

He shook his head slightly before turning to leave.

Abby was quick to retrieve Bert and huddle back into her corner. "Please come home soon guys…please…"

"I don't know how I can repay you sir." Gibbs spoke into the receiver, unsure of how to express his gratitude.

"Just bring our people home…" Tom Morrow responded firmly. "And you cant repay me for something that never happened."

"Right sir…I'll be in touch when I'm back in DC."

"You better…Keep your head down."

"Always." He closed the phone and nodded towards McGee. "Got a location."

"On who?"

Gibbs sighed. "Middle man….supposed to lead us to where they're holding DiNozzo."

"What about Ziva?"

Gibbs went silent for a moment before simply shaking his head.

"Boss…"

"I know McGee…" He ran a hand over his face. "But hell, we can't be in two places at once."

Tim swallowed. "Yes we can…"