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Well, I'm not sure about this chapter, so I'll just have to see what you think. Too OOC? Anyway, I'm going away for a week and a half, so sorry for the break that will be coming up. Enjoy.

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The hotel room was smaller than would be expected to accommodate two people, but seemed nice enough. There was a brown couch and a bed with a quilt set of matching colour. A lamp sat on the wooden table beside the bed, along with the usual hotel stationary. A bathroom branched off the left of the room, containing a shower, toilet and sink. The room was by no means five stars, but it was acceptable, especially considering the two men didn't expect to stay long. Their plan was simple; get Ziva back using any means possible.

Tony dropped onto the couch, letting his bag fall beside him. He would have offered to carry Gibbs' too, but the sling still encasing his arm definitely had no allowances for such activities. He watched as his boss limped into the room, his heavy breathing obvious now that they were off the streets.

"You should sit down, Boss," Tony said, watching a Gibbs began rummaging through his carry on. "We both know you're still not one hundred percent-" more like forty "-and you need to take it easy."

Gibbs answered Tony's concerns by throwing a cell phone at him. Tony caught it reflexively and held it up.

"Boss?"

Gibbs abandoned his suitcase and walked over to the bed, laptop in hand. "Call McGee."

"Seriously?" Tony raised his eyebrows questioningly. "I thought we were doing this secretly, hush-hush, off the books."

"Well yeah, DiNozzo," Gibbs said, opening the laptop, "but if you think we have a chance in hell of finding Ziva without his help, you ought to just go home now."

"Gibbs. McGee's bedbound, severely injured, and in D.C.," Tony pointed out. "What the hell can he do to help?"

Gibbs looked up from his laptop. "What he's best at- being a geek. Make the call."

"And say what exactly?" Tony said, putting the phone to his ear. "Oh hey, Probius. Gibbs and I are in Somalia in a fairytale-esque attempt at rescuing our very own damsel in distress from the clutches of almost certain death. We were just calling to ask if maybe you knew where she was all along, and just hadn't thought it a good idea to share the information." He paused, his face deep in thought as he pretended to wait for an answer. "Oh... So she was in your freezer all this time. Thanks, man, I'll see you when we get back." He hung up on his imaginary phone-call and looked at Gibbs expectantly. "Seriously."

Very slowly, Gibbs got to his feet and walked over to Tony, squatting down in front of him so that they were face to face. And proceeded to slap him over the head.

"If you continue to act like the dumbass you have so impressively proved you are, I will have no problems forcing that cell phone down your throat," he said, completely deadpan.

Tony gave an uneasy laugh, stopping immediately when Gibbs' expression didn't change. "I'll be good," he said, dialling McGee. Before pressing call, he turned back to Gibbs, who was once again working on the laptop. "Uh, Boss?"

Gibbs looked up expectantly. "What?"

"What exactly am I meant to say to McGee?"

Gibbs looked at Tony for a long moment before speaking. "Keep vague. Don't give away anything specific. Tell him we need information; anything he can find out about where Ziva could be."

"Gibbs," Tony said, chuckling slightly. "I know I make a crapload of bag-the-Probie jokes, but I think he's smart enough to figure out that we're going after her."

"Yeah," Gibbs conceded, "probably. But if I now McGee, that'll just make him feel more inclined to help. Sure, he's initially gonna be pissed we went without him, but after that I think he's going to be able reason and just be relieved that we're doing this and want his help."

Tony let out a breath. "Ah, well. Here goes..." he said, pressing the call button.

McGee was tired, but couldn't sleep. He was in pain, but couldn't bring himself to up his morphine. And most of all, he just felt helpless.

So when he got the call from Tony he knew he should have been relieved, but he just felt pissed. Pissed at himself. Pissed at Gibbs, Tony. Pissed at Abby. Pissed at hospital personnel. And for some reason that he couldn't identify, pissed at Ziva. Ziva, who was trapped and alone in a foreign place, without help. Ziva.

"McGee." He'd answered the phone the usual way.

"Hey, it's Tony."

McGee sat up a little straighter, despite the pain it caused him. His fingers itched for the morphine button. He held back. "Tony! What the hell's going on?"

"A lot," Tony said after a short pause. "How well are you feeling?"

"Why?"

"You got a computer on you?" Tony asked.

"Yeah..." McGee answered slowly. "Abby dropped off my laptop the day before-"

"Yeah, that's great," Tony cut him off impatiently. "Internet access?"

McGee exhaled. "Tony, what's going on?"

"Internet access?" Tony repeated.

"Yes, but-"

Tony cut him off again. "Good. I need... Gibbs needs you to do something."

"What?"

"Utilize any resources, call in any favours, threaten anyone you need to... McGee, you need to search for Ziva."

McGee creased his forehead. "Abby told me she was in Somalia, Something about a bug or-"

"Yeah, I know. We need a specific location."

"Specific? Tony, what..." he trailed off in realisation. "You're going after her, aren't you?"

Tony didn't reply; McGee kept talking.

"I can come with you, Tony. I need to come with you!"

Tony paused. The silence was thick with tension. "We may already be there..."

"What?!" McGee yelled, forgetting entirely about the sick patients around him. He lowered his voice then. "What?"

"Look McGee. You're in no condition to help here. We need you there anyway, getting us a location."

"Geez, Tony. You're freakin' working blind. What are you planning to do now?"

His answer was instant. "Find Ziva."

"I know that..." McGee said, exasperated. "I meant-"

"I know what you meant." He lowered his voice, almost to a whisper. And when he spoke McGee was taken completely by surprise at the pain his voice held. "Please, McGee. I need to get her back. Do this? For me?"

For you...

McGee deliberated for only a second. "Fine. I'll get to work on it now."

"Thanks, Probie."

"And Tony?"

"Yeah?"

"We'll get her back." His voice didn't belay the doubt he really felt.

"I hope so, McGee." Pause. "Call when you have something."

"Will do."

McGee was about to hang up when Tony spoke again.

"Hey, McGee!"

"Yes?"

"Up your morphine," Tony said. "You sound like crap."

McGee rolled his eyes as he hung up the phone. He eyed the offending button for a few seconds in the silence that followed.

"Ah, screw it."

He hit the morphine button three times.

And set to work.

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