"Tony." Ziva called out, passing through the kitchen coming from the garage, "Are you up?"

"In here." Tony responded.

Ziva made her way through the house, she turned down a hallway and stopped in her tracks, squinting hard, Tony was standing next to their bed naked wielding two handguns, she pulled her weapon from her hip, "Tony?"

Ziva hurried into the room, aiming at what Tony was, seeing a older man standing in the corner of the room, "Who are you?"

"As I was telling your husband, I'm with the CIA." The man said starting to lower his arms, making Ziva cock her weapon.

The man's arms shot back up, "That was the same reaction he had."

"Who are you?" Ziva vigorously questioned.

"My name is Clayton Webb, I'm a friend of a friend."

"The CIA is not our friend." Ziva replied.

"Rabb asked me to help you and I can give you Trent Kort."

Tony looked up from putting on a pair of pants, "What does Trent Kort have to do with anything?"

Webb's eyes shifted towards Ziva.

"What is he talking about, Ziva?" Tony asked.

"Olivia Dagot's real name is Tzipi Meir, she was Mossad."

"Wait, Mossad killed my father?"

"She was working with Kort, Tony." Ziva replied.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Tony yelled, "Someone better tell me what the hell is going on, right now."

"Kort was burned. He's no longer an agent for the CIA." Webb spoke up, "Ever since he failed to recover the diamonds."

"Excuse me?" Tony asked, taking a step around Ziva moving towards Webb, she reached out for Tony, but quickly moved to her left, keeping her aim on Webb, "What do you mean he never recovered the diamonds?"

"That's why they burned him, he lost nearly 20 million dollars in diamonds."

"Bullshit!" Tony roared, "We were ordered to hand over the diamonds to Kort!"

"By who?" Webb questioned.

Ziva lowered her weapon, shaking her head, "Director Vance."

Gibbs stepped into Vance's outer office, "Where is he?"

Vance's secretary stood up, "He's not here."

Gibbs opened the door to Vance's office and walked inside.

"Agent Gibbs, I told you he isn't here." The secretary spoke up, moving into the office behind Gibbs.

"Where is he?"

"I don't know."

"Or you won't tell me." Gibbs stated, "Right?" The secretary just looked at me, "Yeah, yeah." He slid past her and made his way down to the squad-room, "McGee, can you trace Director Vance's cell phone?"

McGee looked at Gibbs funny, "Boss?"

"That's right, McGee, Director Vance. Can you do it?"

McGee pulled his eyes away from Gibbs, slowly moving them to his monitor as he started to type, "Do you know the number?"

"No, but you can find it, McGee."

McGee sighed, "On it, Boss." He began to type and turned back to Gibbs, "Found it."

"Where?"

"Here." McGee stated, pointing towards the windows.

Gibbs hurried over to the window, seeing Vance looking up at him right before getting into a limo, "What's the number, McGee?"

"555-3454."

Gibbs pulled his cell phone from his jacket pocket and dialed, lifting the phone to his ear, it rang and rang and rang. Finally the line connected, "You're too late, Gibbs, I've given my resignation to the SecNav."

"Resignation?"

"I'm on to bigger and better things and I'll be damned if I let you people drag me down with you."

"What happened to the diamonds, Leon?"

"Are you accusing me?"

"Should I be?"

Vance laughed, "What next, I was involved with DiNozzo's father's death?"

"Were you?"

"I'm not the murderer, Gibbs, that would be you." The line went dead and the limo drove away moments later.

Gibbs snapped his cell phone closed, burying it into his fist, squeezing it so tightly that it began to crack. He opened his hand, pieces of the broken phone had cut into his hand, making it bleed. He turned around, dropping the phone into a trash can, "McGee."

McGee nodded and jumped to his feet, knowing what Gibbs wanted.

A large black SUV came to a stop in an upscale neighborhood. Tony, Ziva and Webb got out of the vehicle, "What are we doing here?" Tony asked, looking up at a large townhouse.

"It's a CIA safehouse." Webb stated.

"Here?" Tony's head swivelled around towards Webb, "These start out at 500k."

"What's better than hiding in plain sight?" Webb declared and walked ahead of them towards the front door, going inside.

Ziva moved up next to Tony, he was again looking up at the building, "I swear if Mark Wahlberg is up there with no shirt on I'm gonna be pissed." He looked at Ziva, "Speaking of which, it's Friday."

"Date night." Ziva smiled.

Tony raised his hand to Ziva's cheek, caressing it lovingly as his fingertip teased her earlobe. He tilted his head down, about to kiss her when his cell started to ring. He gave her a quick peck on the lips, "I'll be right in." He said, lifting his cell phone from his belt.

Ziva shook her head, "You are never leaving my sight again."

Tony smiled down at her as he opened his phone, "Boom, Du-Nozzo." Kort uttered through the phone seconds before the upper floor of the building exploded. Tony wrapped his arms around Ziva, trying to protect her as they were launched backwards. A shock-wave of glass shards and bricks blew outward, littering the area with smoldering debris. A thick, black fog of smoke engulfing everything in sight.

Author Note #1 - I feel like absolutely crap.