A/N: Here's another update. Sorry if it isn't very good. I know what I want to happen and where I want to go with this story but writing it is proving a little bit more difficult than I had previously thought. Wish I had paid attention in English class now.

Don't own any of ncis.

TWO DAYS LATER

The phone rang at Gibbs desk and he answered it before it had finished its first ring. The team had barely slept the last two days and everyone was getting punchy due to lack of sleep and caffeine overdose. Tony had not been himself and Gibbs supposed that he never would be until they had the bastard that did this. For his part though Gibbs was proud of the way Tony had responded to the situation. He was showing a quiet strength that he had no idea Tony had possessed. He had seen Tony blow his top and rant on difficult cases but this time he was showing restraint and although he still cracked jokes, it seemed like it was more of an effort to keep the normal status quoe.

"Gibbs. Be right down Abs." He turned to the team. "Come on. Abby's got something." He stood from his desk heading towards the rear elevator with his team right on his heels. They had been doing everything they could for the last two days and leads were small and insignificant, so any new information was a welcome thing.

They all stood in the elevator descending to the lab. Ziva kept looking at Tony with worry. He had yet to talk to anyone that she knew of and had only left the bullpen since the night of the explosion once to get some clean clothes from his apartment. He had large black bags under his eyes and she knew that he was not sleeping anymore. He had dosed off once but awoke an hour later with a frightened look etched onto his face and Ziva knew he was having nightmares. She had tried to talk to him on several occasions and the only thing that she could get out of him were the jokes that he had to force. The witty banter was forced and although she was glad that he was trying to keep things the way they always had been she was hurt that he would not let her in. Of course the also thought to herself that she was the same way with him.

The elevator doors opened and the team strode into the lab, taking place behind Abby as she sat at her computer. Gibbs walked up and stood next to her, "What do you got Abby?" "I have got bats, Gibbs." She spun her chair around and walked to the stainless steel counter that was situated in the center of her lab. It was shards of metal and plastic evidence bags strewn about. On one corner it looked like she was trying to assemble a puzzle out of the material. "Bats?" Gibbs asked. "Yup. The chemical components that make up the metal from the shards found at the scene are the same that are used with high quality softball bats." She bends over and picks up a softball bat from under the table. "See the bats are hollow with just a plastic or graphite cover set into the top. It would be easy to take the cover off and slide the explosives in and then recover it." "Basically a very large pipe bomb boss." McGee said as he walked over to the puzzle on the table. "Can you tell what kind of explosive was used Abby?" Gibbs asked. "Well Major Mass Spec is working on it. From preliminary examination of the residue from the metal shards I would say c4 but I won't have a definite until he's finished.

Gibbs leaned down and gave Abby a kiss on the cheek. "That's good work Ab's." He turned towards the door and headed back to the elevator with Tony, Ziva, and McGee right behind him.

"Ryan athletic, boss." McGee said. "Bats were bought two weeks ago delivered to the field the same day of the explosion."

Gibbs grabbed his gun and badge from his desk drawer, the rest of the team followed suit. "McGee with me. Tony, Ziva get some sleep." He said as he started walking towards the front elevator with McGee right behind him.

"Why do we have to stay boss?" Tony asked, angered that he could not go and help. Gibbs glared back at the both of them. "Cause elflord had a four hour nap in Abby's lab while you two were getting info from Jensens team. You won't do me any good dead on your feet." With that said the doors to the elevator closed.

Tony slumped back into his chair, putting his gun and badge back into the drawer. He laced his fingers behind his head and leaned back to put his feet up on top of his desk.

"Come on Tony." Ziva said as she stood and walked to the front of Tony's desk. "You can use the futon in Abby's lab. It has got to be more comfortable than that chair you have been sitting in for three days."

Without moving Tony said "No, that's ok. You can use it. I'm fine right here." She shook her head "I am not going to bed alone Tony." Tony looked at her and his eyebrows shot up in amusement and a large smile crossed his face while his eyes lit up.

She looked puzzled at his expression when it dawned on her what she just had said. Her eyes opened wide then she calmed herself. "I, umm, what I meant was that we were ordered to get some sleep and if we have to sleep we should do it comfortably. The futon is the only option and it can fit two people and…"

"And Ziva?" Tony loved this. Maybe she cared for him more than he thought. He thought about teasing her more and decided against it, an embarrassed sleep deprived mossad agent was one thing, an embarrassed sleep deprived angry mossad agent was a different animal all together. "Okay Ziva. Okay." He stood up from his chair and started towards the elevator with her beside him. The elevator doors opened and they quickly got inside. Tony pressed the button for the lab and leaned back against the wall. He smiled big as he said "You know Ziva, if you wanted to get me into so bed, you could have asked a lot earlier." The elevator doors closed and if a person listened closely they could hear Tony yelp in pain.