Disclaimers, Spoilers, Warnings: See previous chapter.

Pairings: McAbby, Janto (mostly in passing)

A/N: Okay, now we get to the actual cool stuff. More Torchwood in this chapter. Like I said in the last chapter, this is set in Helen's AU, originally to explain Gibbs' mysterious teleportation, now it's to write a fun fict.

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Love is like heaven, but it can hurt like hell.

Unknown

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February 16, 2010

Tony found himself sitting, alone, in a bar. He needed to get drunk, to forget tonight, to forget the sound of Abby's voice when he told her what he'd found out about the Damocles. It had sunk en route to Somalia. All hands presumed dead. Including Ziva.

"Tony, this can't be right. Ziva can't be dead." She was crying. He could hear McGee asking from the background, "Ziva's dead?"

Abby yelled at him that No, the former Mossad Liaison to NCIS wasn't dead.

"Abby! She's dead! There's nothing we can do."

She'd hung up him then and there. Abby had never hung up on anyone, ever. At least, not that he knew of.

Tony signaled the bartender for another drink. His phone rang. It was McGee. Terrific! Now probie wants to give me a hard time. He answered.

"Dinozzo." He slurred a bit.

"Tony. I…" McGee paused, "Are you drunk?"

"Yes, Probie, I'm in a bar drinking. Was there something you wanted at…" He looked at his watch. "At one in the morning."

"Uh, Abby made me call." He heard 'Timmy!' in the back ground, "Ow!"

"Why did you call me, McGee?" Tony didn't have time, well actually he had the weekend, but he didn't want to deal with this, whatever THIS was, right now, if at all.

"Abby wanted me to tell you that she knows where the terrorist Ziva was chasing is. He has something to do with sinking the ship."

"How did you find this out so fast?"

"Torchwood, Tony. Torchwood."

"Why do you think he has something to do with the boat sinking?"

"He's been stealing some supplies and ordering others."

Tony scrunched up his eyebrows, getting up from the bar. He left his drink and thirty on the counter.

"Why sink a ship for that?"

"It had some pretty specific stuff on it. Guns, medical supplies, and a few creature comforts." Abby said from the background, sounding like he'd been put on speaker phone.

"Creature comforts, for terrorists? You sure?"

Tony was out on the street, walking toward his car. Actually, that's probably a bad idea.

"Yes, Tony. Things like music, coffee, and believe it or not, CafPow." Abby sounded excited.

"Tony, you might want to get Gibbs in on this." McGee said seriously.

"Yeah, about that. I haven't told him that the Damocles sank."

"What?!" Abby snapped. "You haven't told Gibbs."

"Sorry, Abbs, I wasn't thinking. I'm in the neighborhood, so I'll go over there right now."

"You'd better. Ziva needs us."

"Bye, I'll call back soon."

Tony flipped his phone shut. Great, just what I need, Gibbs.

About fifteen minutes later, he found himself outside his former Boss' home. He knocked, no answer, so he just went through the unlocked door. He could hear the television running down stairs, Gibbs was still awake. As he rounded the doorframe at the top of the stairs, he saw his boss methodically sanding the ribs of what had to be his fifth, maybe even his sixth, boat.

"Hey, uh, Gibbs." Tony said, walking down to his boss.

"Tony, what ya doin' here?" Gibbs didn't look up, instead blowing wood dust off the wood he'd just finished.

"I've got news, about Ziva." Tony was dead serious.

Gibbs looked up at Tony, his face very grim. "What is it?"

"The ship Ziva was on, the Damocles, it sank off the coast of Somalia."

"Ziva?" the former marine asked.

"Nothing concrete. All hands are presumed dead, but Abby keeps insisting otherwise. She and McGee already found the terrorist suspected to be responsible for the ship sinking."

"Then why are we still here?" Gibbs put his hand tools on the work top and headed up to the main story of his home.

Tony followed with his eyes. "What do you mean?"

Gibbs turned and looked at him. "Don't you want to get the bastard that's responsible for killing your team member, or are you going to sit on your ass and drink yourself to oblivion?"

He didn't wait for an answer and left Tony standing, feeling sudden clarity. After a moment, Tony hurried up the stairs. He had to call Wyn and Langer.

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Gibbs sat on the corner of what used to be Ziva's desk. He and Tony had rushed over to NCIS headquarters to make arrangements to go to Somalia. Langer and the computer person, Wyn, had arrived shortly after Tony had headed upstairs to talk to NCIS in Somalia.

"Gibbs. How are you?" Langer asked after he'd stowed his stuff. He'd brought coffee, for himself and Gibbs.

"Working on another boat. You?"

"Still a bit… I guess disheveled by this whole Ziva thing."

"You're not the only one." Gibbs said, almost as an after thought. He was looking at Wyn, the woman, barely more than a girl, who had replaced McGee. She looked like she'd had better days. Her umber hair was done up in a messy ponytail, and she had tell-tale puffiness around her eyes; she'd been crying. "Tell me about her." Gibbs said quietly to Langer.

"Wyn?"

Gibbs nodded.

"She's from Washington. State. Has a bachelors in computer engineering and computer forensics. Turned down the FBI to work for NCIS' cyber-crime unit."

Gibbs continued to watch her do something on her computer, not that he would know what, even if he saw her screen.

"I meant tell me about her, Langer, not her resume."

Langer shrugged. "She hasn't been here more than a couple of months, I haven't really gotten to know her that well. She spent a lot of time down at the range with Ziva. I know she hung out with Chris and Juliet after work sometimes, but I haven't really spent much time with her outside of work."

Gibbs nodded. "She looks young? How old?'

"Twenty-four as of November. She got transferred in after Tony sent the last guy back. Apparently, McGee suggested her."

Gibbs took the first sip of the coffee Langer had brought him and grimaced. "She a good agent?"

"Yeah, her computer skills rival McGee's. Though she's a more than decent shot, surprising since she's… a geek."

The bell on the elevator chimed, the director of NCIS getting off. Leon Vance looked mildly surprised to see Jethro Gibbs sharing coffee with one of his agents. "Well, Mr. Gibbs. How are you?" What the hell are doing here?

"Been better. Been worse." Gibbs as succinct as ever. They hadn't seen each other since the 456 incident when Leon had let goons from the UK try and arrest McGee and Abby.

"Might I ask what you're doing here at this hour?"

"Well, yeah, Leon, and I could ask you the same question."

"Agent Dinozzo is causing a bit of a stir, as is Torchwood." He said the last word as if it were a terror cell, and for all he cared, that's what it was. They'd caused a lot of hysteria, after the 456 left, when footage they'd taken was released and the government in the UK had been rearrange so much he still wasn't one-hundred percent sure who was in charge.

"Really? That doesn't sound like Dinozzo." Gibbs smiled at Langer, one of those smiles that he got when he was winning. Tony chose this moment to make himself obvious by saying that Abby wanted to talk to him, Wyn, Langer, and Gibbs down in the lab.

As the four boarded the elevator, Leon glared, hoping that he didn't end up with another international incident on his hands.

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Gibbs, Tony, Langer, and Wyn arrived in the lab in the middle of Abby swapping boot brands with Juliet Hayes, a bit of dark angel herself, other than the shiny shirts she tended to wear. Her brother, Chris was much plainer than his twin sister, sticking to mostly neutral colors for his laid back wardrobe.

Tony had once caught Langer saying that the twins were 'the new shiny toys at NCIS.' He gotten a head slap for his cleverness.

"Gibbs!" Abby shouted from the computer screen.

"Hey, Abbs. What've you got?" Gibbs said, falling easily back in his role as an agent, even though technically he wasn't in charge.

"The terrorist, he's in Somalia." Abby said, "Tony, what did you find out from Chad?" Chad was the NCIS agent in charge in Somalia.

"He said that the terrorists they've been tracking are rumored to have a woman captive, but they don't know much more about them. They've tightened their ranks since their cell was wiped out in LA by OSP." Tony explained, holding a cup of coffee in his hands, still shaking off his three shots of vodka from earlier.

"So, Ziva could still be alive? I knew it!" Abby spun around in her chair. Tony, as well as everyone else, could see that she was in a lab. Gibbs knew it was the Hub. The rest assumed it was just a plain old lab.

"Either way," Gibbs said, "we're gonna get that bastard."

The next half hour was spent figuring out how to get Tony and Gibbs over to Cardiff, then Somalia, and not get Tony fired by Vance.

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February 17, 2010

Cardiff, Wales

As Tony and Gibbs got off the plane, there were greeted by Abby, McGee, and Jack.

"Hello, Harkness." Gibbs extended his hand. Jack took it.

"Good to see you again, Gibbs. Wish it were under better circumstances." He turned to Tony, "Hello, gorgeous."

Tony shifted uncomfortably, squirming a bit under Jack's gaze.

"Hey!" Gibbs snapped, "I thought you were married." Gibbs seemed to find the situation more amusing than he wanted to let on.

"Married, not blind." Jack turned and walked back toward he and Ianto 's red SUV. Bobby, Ianto and Wendy had gone out on a Weevil Retrieval shortly before Jack was supposed to pick up Tony and Gibbs, so he'd had to drive their other car.

Abby ran up and hugged Gibbs, then Tony. "So, glad you could come out here."

The excuse for them being in Cardiff was a layover for their flight to Somalia, giving them enough time to figure out an attack strategy before "surveying" the area the terrorist was based.

Within minutes, they arrived at Abby's flat. She'd set up her computer and webcam so they could use satellite imagery that the Twins sent them from D.C. to plan how best to infiltrate a terrorist hide out and kill the boss. Abby quickly set up the connection and the bronze haired twins appeared on her large screen, Wyn sitting on the table behind them with Langer.

"Hey, Abby." Juliet said, waving. "Hi, Tony."

"Hi, Guys." Abby turned on another screen, so she could work with the satellite images and not cover the video screen.

"We just sent you the latest images from several CIA satellites." Chris said, focused on his computer rather than the camera. "Should be there momentarily, ma'am."

"Chris, mala speka Abby ma'am, dilwelv." Juliet hit her brother's arm.

"Eya oo lanka, Juliet-sho" Chris held up his hands in surrender.

The two bantered back in for in broken English mixed with their own made up words.

Abby, McGee, and Gibbs looked at Tony.

"What the hell are they saying, Dinozzo?" Gibbs didn't look too happy.

"Well, Gibbs, I don't know exactly. Chris and Juliet tend to speak like that most of the time, apparently when they were in high school they made up their own language to talk without being understood, or something like that. Essentially, she's telling him not to call Abby ma'am and that as much as I get." Dinozzo shrugged as Wyn told the twins to get back to the task at hand.

"Sorry," Juliet said, punching her brother one last time in the arm.

"Anyway," Chris continued, rubbing his now sore arm, "I over-laid the picture on a three dimensional model of the area and it's on it's way to you… now."

"Thanks, Chris. You're always so sweet. Tell you what, next time I'm in D.C., CafPow for both of you, on me. Talk to you two later." Abby waved bye before closing the window and moving the satellite picture back over to her main screen.

Jack learned in, over Abby's shoulder. "Okay, so how are we going to pull this off?"

AN: The language that Juliet and Chris use is actually based on me my twin's own language we share with our close friends.

We call it Floovian, due to a VERY long story.