Gibbs squatted down in front of a large locker, he squinted hard as he examined the well-weathered suitcase, a large commotion behind him broke his concentration. He slightly turned his head, looking over his shoulder, Harm and Sarah were arguing. He stood up, shaking his head, "Really?" He grunted, "Now?"

"Sorry." Sarah said, "We're fine."

Harm rubbed at the bridge of his nose, letting out a large groan.

"What is that suppose to me?" Sarah questioned.

"I don't even know anymore, Sarah, or you, for that matter."

"That goes both ways, Harm."

Gibbs rolled his eyes, "And this is why you should never date a co-worker."

"Uh, Gibbs, aren't two of your team members married?" A confused Harm asked.

"Yeah, the big difference is, she'd kill him and he knows it...now, you two need to..." A phone started to ring. All three of checked their cell phones, but it wasn't one of theirs. The phone rang again and all realized it was coming from the suitcase.

They all looked at the suitcase, then at one another, "Should we open it?" Harm questioned.

"What if it blows up, Harm?" Sarah replied.

Gibbs grabbed the suitcase from the locker, placing it on a bench, unlatched it. He opened it.

Sarah gasped hard covering her mouth with her hands, she turned burying her face into Harm's chest.

Harm turned his head away after looking at the contents of the suitcase, "It's Webb." He acknowledged. The decapitated head of Clayton Webb was stuffed inside the suitcase, a phone continued to ring.

Gibbs dipped his hand into his jacket pocket, pulling out a handkerchief, picking up the bloody cell phone and answered it.

"Who am I speaking to?" Kort spoke over the phone.

"Who the hell is that?" Harm yelled in anger.

"Temper, temper." Kort replied, "Gibbs, you must be there, am I right?"

"What the hell do you want Kort?" Gibbs spoke up.

"Aww, there you are Gibbs."

"Where's the bomb, Kort?"

"It's..." Kort softly began to laugh, "Believe me, you'll see soon enough."

"You can't set it off, Kort. Damn it, you'll kill millions!"

"How are the Duh-Nozzo's? Dead I hope."

"KORT!" Gibbs yelled.

The line went silent and finally dead, leaving them all speechless, not knowing what was going to happen.

Amit Hadar stood next to Director David, he was sitting in the far corner away from Ziva's bed. Hadar's cell phone started to ring. He lifted it from his pocket and spoke in Hebrew.

Ziva turned, looking at them as Hadar passed the phone to Eli, who stood up and made his out of the room.

"Who was that?" Ziva questioned.

"For your father."

"That is not what I asked."

"I can not say, Ziva, you are no longer a officer of the Mossad, I am sorry."

"Does it have to do with Kort?" Tony entered the discussion.

Hadar was silent.

Several minutes pass until Eli re-entered the room, "Aba, who was that?" Ziva questioned.

Eli fired something back in Hebrew and Ziva returned the favor, but in a louder, angrier tone. He stepped forward shaking his hands towards her and raised his voice above hers, yelling in her face. Ziva turned away from him. He grabbed her by the chin, yanking her face back to him.

A bone crunching crack came from Eli's face. Tony grunted as he pulled back his hand, his punch had landed squarely on Eli's jaw.

Eli took a step back and lifted his hand to his jaw. His legs gave way and he toppled straight down, making a huge thud as he landed on his rear end. He just sat there stunned, before falling over to his side.

"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH HER!" Tony yelled at the top of his lungs as Ziva reached out for him, grabbing a hold of his wrist, trying to stop him from doing more damage.

Hadar quickly moved to Eli, holding his hand out towards Tony, "Enough." He said, trying to help Eli up, but it was no use, he was out cold.

The door quickly opened, the NCIS security agent ducked into the room.

"Everything is fine." Ziva stated.

"I think you'll want to turn it to ZNN." The agent replied.

Ziva reached over grabbing the remote control and turned on the television, the words "Breaking News." scrolled across the bottom of the screen as she turned up the volume, "Hello, I'm Stacey Brooks and we have breaking news, James McHattie, our Pentagon correspondent has a special report. James?" A blonde woman said, before the screen turned to a man, "Stacey, we've been told that an explosion as occurred in Iran and it's possible that it may be their nuclear reactor."

"James, sorry to interrupt you, but we have video from amateur recording of what is said to be a mushroom-type cloud over Iran." A video started to play, showing a huge mushroom cloud. The words, "Nuclear Explosion in Iran?" popped up on the screen.

Ziva looked at Hadar, "You knew it would come to this, Ziva. We could not let Iran become a nuclear power."

"Why all the bullshit? Why Kort? Why did my father have to die for this shit?" Tony shook his head, not understand any of it.

"Plausible deniability." Hadar simply stated, "I am sorry for your father, I really am, but we must do what we must do to survive."

Tony was quietly sitting on the edge of his bed in the darkness of his bedroom. Ziva moved up behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck, resting her chin on his shoulder.

He turned his head towards her and lifted his hand to hers, caressing it, "You feeling okay?"

"Mmm-hmm." She slid her head to him, kissing his lips, "Can't sleep?"

"Too much on my mind."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No...I'm tired of thinking about it. It hurts."

She reached down across his chest, taking a hold of his left hand with her right and fell back.

He rolled over with her, cuddling up next to her, "Do you think Mossad killed him?"

"Yes." There was a long pause, "Does that make you happy?"

"No...I wanted to do it."

Author Note #1 - It's a bird! It's a plane! Nope, it's Superwoman!