Disclaimers, Spoilers, Warnings: See previous chapter.

Pairings: McAbby, Janto (mostly in passing)

A/N: I'm so glad that so many people like this enough to subscribe to it. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and subscribed. Shout out to CelticHeiressFiona for her review that made me laugh, although Gibbs isn't magical. At least, I hope not… *looks over shoulder* Sorry, Boss! *slapped in back of head* Ow!

Oh, btw, February 22 is my birthday, so in an odd way, happy b-day to Rayne Tam and me.

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February 22, 2010

Somalia, Horn of Africa.

"Be careful, Cariad." Ianto had said.

"I always am." Jack smiled, kissing his husband's forehead.

Jack smiled. He was tired, and so far, their efforts weren't producing much more than quiet chatter in the area. The memory of his husband lifted his spirit a bit. That had been almost a week ago, before Jack had left Cardiff with Gibbs, Tony, McGee, and, much to Gibbs and Jack's chagrin, Abby.

"No, you can't leave me here!" Abby yelled at Jack, about half way through the discussion of what they needed to bring.

"Yes, I can and you will stay here." Jack used his tone that, usually, brooked no room to argue. Abby wasn't backing down.

"Jack Harkness, you are so sexists!"

"Am not!" He said back. "I have no prejudice toward any of the Sexes."

Abby stood up, walking up to the Captain. "You are telling me -someone who can kill you and leave NO evidence- to stay here sit on my hands while you, my husband, my friend, and my former Boss, all of which are men, go off to play knight-in-shining-armor and rescue my maid of honor. If you think I'm going to stand by, and let you be sexist, you've got another thing coming, Mister."

"You know, I can't die, Abby." Jack said. Tony seemed to find this intriguing and tried to ask, but Abby had a comeback before he could finish his question.

"No, you just can't stay dead! I can still kill you and YOU wouldn't even think it was me."

After about an hour more of this, Jack and Gibbs had relented. So, now they were in Somalia to find Ziva. Tony and McGee had gone out to 'survey' the area. The plan would hopefully be put in motion, soon. For Ziva's sake.

Abby sat nervously in their mini-command-centre. She looked over to where Jack and Gibbs sat in silence.

Gibbs was wearing desert camouflage and Jack was wearing similar.

"What do think is taking so long?" she asked, not to anyone in particular.

Neither Gibbs nor Jack had an answer for her. All they could do was sit. Sit and wait. Sit and hope that terrorists were as cautious about people snooping around as everyone said.

That's when Abby's laptop started beeping.

"It worked. They did it!" Abby looked at her screen, showing a red, blinking dot overlaid on a satellite map of the area. They were slowly moving north.

Gibbs and Jack were up and looking at the screen. "Guess we should get comfortable. They probably won't be there for awhile." Jack headed back to his chair.

"Think again, Harkness." Gibbs waved him back over to the laptop. The dot had stopped moving. "They must've gotten really close."

"So, now we…" Abby started, standing up from the uncomfortable desk she'd been sitting at on and off for five and a half days.

"Now, me and Gibbs go find this guy's hideout and you stay here." Jack WAS going to win this time.

"You're so sexist, Jack!" Abby wined.

"Am Not!!" He retorted, earning himself a glare. "Abby, I think you'll agree that Tim would kill me, thrice, if anything were to happen to you. 'Sides, you told him you'd stay here."

"But, Jack…"

"Abbs, stay here." Gibbs said, slinging his sniper rifle over his shoulder. "And call Cardiff to fill them in."

They'd been keeping phone silence to prevent anyone from knowing where the were based, at this point that wouldn't matter.

"Okay, but you better bring Tim back safe and sound!"

"I promise Abbs, I will."

He and Jack said bye, and left for the hideout. Abby sat for a moment, then called Ianto to update him.

Things didn't look good. Truth serum equaled bad. Terrorist asking him about NCIS and Torchwood equaled ugly.

Hmm.. The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly. Great film.

Saleem Ulman was pretty interest in who made up NCIS, for starters. He'd explained Vance, Langer, Wyn, and Jimmy. Best guess why, the truth serum made him chattier than usual.

"Is there anyone else that you work with on a regular basis?" Saleem asked, sipping some of his 'caffeinated drink', which Tony guessed was CafPow, based off Abby's findings.

"Only our lab geeks, Chris and Juliet Hayes."

"Your lab techs are a couple?"

Tony smile. "No, they're twins. Though if you ask them, Chris will point out that he was born five minutes before Juliet. They make a good team. Juliet is very flamboyant in everything. She once wore stilts for a whole day just 'cause Langer called her short. That is, until Chris convinced her that she was better off short." Tony sighed. "What would we do with our Wonder Twins? That was such a fun cartoon, you probably never watched it."

"I thought Abby Scuito was the lab tech for NCIS in Washington."

"Nope, after our old boss retired, she got a job in the UK. Very secretive bunch. Torchwood."

The word struck a cord. "Who else do you know from Torchwood?"

"I met them all at McGee and Abby's wedding."

Wow, I've got really loose lips.

"Who?"

"I don't want to tell you."

"Who?" Saleem's anger rose, causing veins in his neck to strain.

"You know, this reminds me of a movie, just not sure which one…"

Saleem slammed his hands against the wall and left, kicking McGee. The well trained eye would have seen a slight wince. The door slammed.

"You okay, McGoo?" Tony asked.

McGee laid still and answer with a nod. "Just really, really sore. You?"

"Truth serum. Don't ask anything I don't want you to know! I will answer, then I will hurt you."

"Why did you come? Jack and I could have handled it without you." McGee asked.

"Because…" Tony bit his lip, he was getting tired of just blurting out answers, but him being tired was why he answered anyway. "Because I love Ziva."

"Really?" McGee wished her were more surprised. The way Tony and Ziva had always bantered while he'd been there had always made him think of some married couple. Plus, they'd danced together at he and Abby's wedding. He smiled to himself. At the wedding, Ziva and Ianto had danced with each other while Jack had danced with Ducky. After Tony had gotten over the latter pairing, he'd gotten this look on his face, jealousy maybe, then asked McGee why a married gay guy would dance with Ziva, quietly of course.

"Tony, Ianto's not gay. And sides, he's best man and Ziva's maid of honor. Why? You jealous?"

"Of course not, McDictionary."

The topic never resurfaced.

Jack and Gibbs were hunkered down on a hill top near the hideout where Tony and McGee were. Both were mostly still, which left lots of time for silence.

"What do you see?" Jack asked for the third time since they'd got there, about as many hours ago.

"Just Tony's back. Can't see anything else." It was then that Tony seemed to look up at something.

"I think someone just came in."

Jack wished he could see what was going on. They'd made their promises to Abby, but so far, Gibbs hadn't had a visual on Tim. That worried Jack. He'd volunteered to help with this rescue/vendetta mission primarily to make sure nothing happened to newly weds. He just hoped nothing had happened.

Gibbs could see that someone had just been sat down in front of Tony, but they had a bag over their head. Saleem was walking around Tony and the other person's seats, angry. They hadn't been giving him something he wanted. He walked behind the other chair and pulled the bag of the new parties head.

It was Ziva.

Gibbs' heart skipped a beat. She was in bad shape, judging by what he could see. Jack must've notice him tense up a bit, because a moment later he asked, "What is it?"

"Ziva. She's alive."

"Well, take the shot so we can get them out of there."

"Saleem's gone. He must've left."

Ziva and Tony were talking. He could guess what they were saying. Ziva would wonder why they were in Somalia, tell them that they shouldn't have come, ask how they'd found her. Then, Tony would tell her that they weren't here by accident, explain their plan to captured in order to find her.

Saleem was back and he wanted answers, Now. Tony was talking to him, probably making the movie reference he'd kept making the entire way to Somalia.

"You know, this plan makes me think of that scene from True Lies, when Arnold is handcuffed to the chair and he gets free and kills everyone."

Just after that, Gibbs got his signal. Tony finally looked the guy in the face. Whatever Tony had decided to say, made his eyes get wide. And Gibbs took the shot. Saleem was dead.

Jack and Gibbs were up and ready to go.

Gibbs looked at Jack, "We've got to get down there, fast. You said you had a plan what is it?"

Jack smiled. He pointed at the big bulky wrist strap he wore. "Teleport. Hold on for a sec."

Jack hit a couple buttons and turned a tiny knob a little. "Okay, here goes nothing."

He grabbed Gibbs' hand and put it on top of his wrist. "What the hell are you.."

And suddenly they were on the edge of the huddle of buildings they'd just been watching.

"…doing?" Gibbs glanced around quickly. "You'd better explain what just happened, when this is over."

"Of course, let's go."

The camp was in chaos. People had started shooting at shadows, trying to figure out how someone could pull off killing their leader and them not know who. Gibbs and Jack shot a good dozen men on their way to the building Tony had been in.

They found Tony, Tim, and Ziva about to be shot by one of the guards. Jack shot him first.

The guard went down, but not before getting a shot off of his own, hitting Jack in the chest. He went down fast, hitting the ground hard. Ziva and Tony froze.

Gibbs remembered when he'd met Jack for the first time, when he'd seen him take a bullet and stand back up not a minute later. McGee rushed forward, checking's Jack's eyes to see if which side he was on, life or death.

Jack wasn't dead, yet. The shot would kill him, but had been too far off to make it instant, just quick. He glanced around trying to focus, knowing, soon, he'd die and, soon after that, he'd come back. He wished Ianto were here with him, remembering the promise his husband had made. To always be there when he came back. He thought of Jason and Seren, knowing he'd be there for them, no matter what. He smiled. Then, all was black.

Ziva and Tony stared in shock at McGee, who was putting a rolled up jacket under a dead man's head, his knees getting blood on them from the growing pool.

"McGee, what are you doing, he's dead?" Tony asked, easing Ziva against a wall so he could help Gibbs keep an eye out for more guards.

"Not for long." McGee said, not bothering to look at Tony, not wanting his boss to have to wake up alone.

Tony looked at Gibbs in confusion. Gibbs, he knew from Abby's wedding, had met Jack before. "What's he talking about?"

"He can't die." Gibbs said, using the same words that McGee had used to explain it to him.

"What…" Tony's question was interrupted by a sudden gasp. His head snapped to where Jack Harkness was alive.

Jack's looked around quickly, looking slightly panicked until he saw McGee.

"Ianto's going to kill you, Boss." McGee grinned. "Didn't he say something along the lines of be careful?"

Jack looked at him indignantly, "I was being careful. That guy shouldn't have been able to shoot me."

"How'd you guy get here so quick?" McGee asked, helping Jack to his feet.

Tony interrupted. "Hey! I thought you guys were just joking around. What are you? Wolverine or something?"

Jack and McGee looked at each other. "I've never thought of myself as the angry-Canadian type before. What do you think Tim? Grr. Think Ianto will like it."

Tim rolled his eyes. Jack was incorrigible, but it was best to ignore him and move on. "Can we just focus on getting out of here, then deal with all this?"

Gibbs nodded, and then went back to keeping an eye out for more men trying to kill them. Tony helped Ziva back up.

"Hello, Gibbs." She said in an uncharacteristically weak voice. "Didn't think I'd see you again."

"Good to see you, Ziva." Gibbs gave Ziva a rare smile. "Now, let's get the hell out of here."

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AN: Sorry, for the wait, but we have an essay draft due on Monday and I need to finish typing it. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. There's still one, maybe two, more chapters in this story. Please R&R bye!