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Vance swore loudly after about 3 minutes of pure pin-drop worthy silence.

"Get a trace on that video now" he barked to a timid looking monitor worker, who had also been staring at the screen. She jumped and spun around to the glowing monitor quickly to begin typing furiously on the keys.

"Someone call Abby up here. And Ducky, we need a psycological breakdown on the creep who made that video." Gibbs said quietly to nobody in particular, but Tony and McGee quickly opened their phones and dialed. Gibbs turned around to look at Ziva carefully. Her face was contorted into a twisted knot of unhappiness. Her eyes were closed as she rewound and replayed the video in her mind. "Damn." Gibbs whispered and stood up to begin pacing.

"Abs is on her way."

"Ducky on his way." Mcgee and Tony spoke at the same time. Gibbs just nodded solemnly.

"Major breach of security, code orange." Vance yelled into his cell. "Lock down the building. Nobody in, or out." He snapped it closed and dropped it on the desk. "Did you get a trace? Or something?" he demanded to the worker. She spoke in a soft, shaky voice.

"It's traceable, but it's going to take a few days using the program we have. There are literally millions of layers of encryption, but we can get a solid hold on the location, it's just going to take a while." she said, but held eye contact the entire time. Vance breathed a sigh of relief and picked up his phone again to alert the security.

"What's going on?" a perky voice said from the doorway, Abby toddling in on high platform boots. Ducky shuffled in after her, looking confusedly at the screen. "What movie are we watching?" Gibbs nodded at Mcgee, who waved them over to another monitor and handed them both pairs of headphones. It was quiet again, and everyone warily watched Abby and Ducky's reaction to the video. Abby's acid green eyes filled with tears as it finished. She spun around to Gibbs.

"Who sent this?" she squeaked, her throat constricted with emotion. "They know us Gibbs. How do they know us?" she sniffled and plopped suddenly onto the floor, hugging her knees to her chest. "It's horrible." she finished.

"It seems Jethro, that we have another mole on our hands." Ducky sighed and took a seat next to Ziva, whose face was still the same.

"Were just going to have to wait this one out." Vance said, with no reply from anyone.

"They knew about Kate! Kate! And they knew about Agent Cassidy, and Ari, and Ohmygod! I cannot believe this is happening. What are we going to do? What are we going to do? I swear to God if I ever hear who did this I will personally kick their ass and then poison them." Abby shrieked as she walked back and fourth in the bullpen, holding Bert to her chest tightly.

"I think we all will." McGee said. Abby spun around on her heel and pointed at him.

"Yes, Mcgee. Correct. He would get a royal ass kicking from Team Gibbs. A big one." She turned and sat on Gibbs desk, still glaring at Mcgee with a determined look on her face. "Where's Tony and Ziva?" he shrugged and continued to watch the graceful dust particles dance in front of him. They were disrupted by black painted fingers snapping in front of him. Snap snap. "Mcgee! Wake up! This is no time for zoning out! There is a crazy person after us!" Abby said and put her face right in front of his. "Do you want the crazy person to get us Mcgee?" he shook his head no. She patted him on the head and straightened up. "Good."

"Abby, what are you doing up here?" Gibbs asked. She threw her arms around Gibbs with a squeal.

"Gibbbbbbssss I can't stay down there alone. Even AFIS wasn't good enough company on this one. But, I have to ask you something."

"Yeah?" She pulled a clump of dry grass from her pocket and held it in his face.

"Can I burn this?"

"What is it?"

"Sage. It will rid this place of negative spirits. Pleasssseee?" She clapped her hands together and put them under her chin.

"Fine." he said, and flicked open his lighter.

"Thank you. That was very convinient by the way." She took the smoking herbs and began waving her arms around wildly as she walked towards the elevator. The silver doors opened and Abby yelped. Ziva was sitting on the floor looking at the wall across from her. She looked at Abby for a moment and returned her eyes to her blurry reflection.

"Ziva, what's wrong?" Abby asked as the doors closed behind her. She slid down the cool metal door and looked across at her friend. Ziva didn't reply. "You know I'm not leaving until you say something." Ziva didn't look at Abby. The goth reached across and shook some smoke over Ziva. "Zivvvvaaaa." she sang.

"That video made me feel very...vunerable. Never has anybody known so much about me." Ziva said without removing her locked gaze.

"Hmm." Abby considered "I think that maybe thats because you lock alot up inside. No offense. You are a very private person, Zi." Ziva couldn't help from smirking.

"I was tortured and they didn't get that much information out of me in a month. In ten seconds they could have everything they could possibly know about us. It is scary." The doors flew open, causing Abby to fall backwards into a pair of solid legs. She looked up with a smile.

"Hey, Tony!" she chirped. He took a step back, but Abby just fell onto her back, and she continued smiling up at him.

"Your in a good mood." he said coldly. She frowned and waved some sage over his legs.

"We're going to be oh-kay, Tony."

"You don't know that." he replied. Abby quickly stood up, nose to nose with him.

"Don't. Say. That. Ever. Knock on wood. Knock on wood!" he reached up and tapped on her head with his knuckles. She smiled. "Thats better. Now go comfort Ziva." she said with a stomp of her foot and waved her smoking sage over his head.

A/N: TIVA CLIFFHANGER! *gasp* And pleeeeeaaaasseeeeee (signs please in ASL) review. -Abrielle