A/N: Sorry this chapter took a little longer. I am still intending on posting another chapter of 'There's Fire' in the next day or so also, but I'm in the process of re-writing a chapter. I'm not getting chapters up as quickly as I was, as I'm finally getting sleep! Will still try to get one chapter up every day or second day at the worst.

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"David, DiNozzo, spread out. See if you can find out where he's headed" Gibbs ordered. They needed to catch this guy, and soon. Now that he'd been spooked, he'd run as fast as he could. And with attempted murder charges hanging over his head, Gibbs was betting on somewhere without an extradition treaty.

"On it, Boss" came the expected reply. Holstering their weapons, they snapped on latex gloves and started a meticulous search, looking for any evidence that would point towards Jacobi's intended destination.

A few minutes later, Ziva's voice called out from the master bedroom

"I have something, Gibbs"

He entered the room to find her bagging and tagging some foreign paper currency

"I found these in his drawers, along with several brochures on Bali and Koh Samui" she explained. "They are Indonesian"

"Boss, Indonesia doesn't have an extradition treaty" Tony commented from the doorway

Gibbs flicked open his cell and dialled

"McGee"

"McGee, can you trace Jacobi's cell? We need to know where he's heading"

"I can see if his cell has a GPS locator chip"

"Do it"

"Just gotta tap into the GPS locator program...got him. He's 15 blocks away, looks like he's heading towards Dulles"

Over his shoulder, Gibbs snapped out "Let's go. McGee's got him on the GPS; he's heading to the airport. McGee" he said back into the phone "Keep a track on him. I want to get close enough to follow him without him seeing us"

...

McGee quickly brought the locator program up onto the plasma screen in Abby's lab, relaying directions to Gibbs as Jacobi drove. Anger fuelled him now, keeping him awake and alert as they tracked Jacobi's movements. He wished he could be there when Gibbs took him down; he knew it wasn't going to be gentle. Gibbs didn't mess around with people that hurt someone he cared about, and Abby was the closest thing to a daughter he had.

Thanks to Gibbs' driving, it wasn't long before they had the Agency car in visual contact. They tailed him expertly, keeping tabs on him without him knowing it. Jacobi drove nervously, stopping and starting at each light jerkily, never keeping a constant speed. He headed steadily for Dulles Airport, not making any attempts to cover his tracks. Clearly he thought that they'd lost him when he fled his house.

Gibbs waited until Jacobi had pulled into the departures drop off of the main terminal before making his move. Gunning the engine, he screeched to a halt behind Jacobi's car. All three agents piled out of the vehicle, quickly surrounding Jacobi amid yells of "Federal Agents!" They could hear women screaming in the background, but their attention was focused on the man in front of them. Swiftly, with the ease of long practise, DiNozzo cuffed him

"You are under arrest for attempted murder and fraud. Anything you say may be used to..." his voice cut off as he manhandled Jacobi into the backseat of their car.

...

McGee sat in front of Abby's computer, trying to absorb what had happened in the last few minutes. It was over; they had the bastard that hurt Abby in custody. They were bringing him in for questioning. Somehow he didn't want to see this particular interrogation. He also didn't want to risk crossing paths with Jacobi, not while Abby's health still hung in the balance. They still didn't know if she had any degree of brain injury. He looked at the clock on Abby's desktop, startled when he saw how long he'd been sitting there. They would almost be back by now.

He grabbed his things, heading for the evidence garage; he'd come in that way earlier, it was quicker than passing through screening at the front entrance. If he hurried, he'd make it out before the team brought Jacobi in.

When he entered the garage, however, he saw that he'd missed his timing. The team had just pulled in and were getting the struggling Jacobi out of the backseat. At the sight of the man who had done his best to kill Abby, something snapped inside Tim. All the fury that had kept him going for the past few hours boiled up again, putting him in a white hot rage. He approached the car, stopping a short distance away.

Suddenly Jacobi made an attempt at grabbing Tony's SIG out of its holster. Instantly, the guns of Gibbs, Ziva and McGee were trained on him. Quailing, Jacobi thought better of the move and submitted. Ziva and Gibbs lowered their weapons. McGee kept his firmly pointed at Jacobi's head. His hands were trembling slightly, not enough to interfere with his aim at this distance. He could hear the blood pounding in his ears. He tensed his finger slightly, taking up most of the pressure needed to pull the trigger. All it would take was the slightest movement...

"McGee!" Gibbs' shout seemed to come from a great distance; he was totally focused on the shot. He could see the fear in Jacobi's eyes

"He's not worth it, McGee" Gibbs' hand was on his wrist now, gently making him lower his weapon. He sighed and submitted, lowering the barrel and holstering the gun.

"He tried to kill her, Boss" it wasn't really an explanation or an apology, just a statement of fact.

"Go home, McGee. Or back to the hospital. Anywhere but here" it was definitely an order, but as he searched Gibbs' face, McGee was certain he saw sympathy in his boss' eyes. Mutely he nodded, picking his pack up from the floor where he'd dropped it and exiting via the still open garage door.