A/N: I know I haven't posted on this in a few days, so here we go. Sorry the chapter is so short. More soon, I promise! Please review. F.

Gibbs paced impatiently. It had only been 10 minutes or so since they'd discovered the body of Townell, but already it felt like hours. Time was a major factor; he didn't need Ducky to tell him that Townell's death had been recent; the body was still warm. So now he had a murderer on the run with the smallest of leads. They had two jobs to do now, and his team was seriously under strength. . He needed information, fast. But instead he was stuck on the phone with some probie back at the yard, trying to get results on a title search.

Tony and Ziva were outside, interviewing the neighbours on either side. They'd taped off the building, and as per usual the yellow crime scene tape had brought out the neighbourhood busybodies. He walked to the front door, gesturing to Tony

"Boss, neighbour says the house is owned by a young male, about 25 to 30 years old, of Middle Eastern appearance. They only moved in two weeks ago, and he keeps to himself, so they don't have his name. He drives a black SUV; neighbour thinks it's a Cherokee. Left here about an hour ago"

Gibbs nodded. Ziva came up to them, but before she could speak, the agent he still had on the other end of the phone started talking.

"I found it, Agent Gibbs. The house is owned by a Hamad Al-Kaziri, naturalised American citizen, Syrian by birth. Arrived here when he was 13, doesn't appear to have any living relatives-" Gibbs hung up the phone, cutting off the flow of unnecessary information.

"Ziva?"

"Next door neighbour knows the occupant as Ali. He is private, rarely socialises with anyone in the street. He drives a black Jeep Cherokee, license plate begins with 853. She saw him loading a small suitcase into the Cherokee before leaving here just over an hour ago"

"Put out a BOLO on that Cherokee, Ziva" she nodded and pulled out her cell.

"He's trying to flee" Gibbs mused out loud. Turning to Tony, he ordered

"Get Customs and Border Protection. Tell them to put a hold on Al-Kaziri's passport. They cannot let him leave the country"

"On it, Boss"

"The BOLO is out, Gibbs" Ziva informed him calmly

"Start processing the crime scene" he told her "Ducky should be here soon"

Tony spun back towards him

"Boss, Al-Kaziri passed through passport control at Dulles 15 minutes ago, bound for Beirut, and the flight is just boarding"

Gibbs yanked Tony's cell out of his hand

"This is Special Agent Gibbs. Al-Kaziri is wanted in connection with a terrorist group. Do not let him board that aircraft!"

"Got it, Agent Gibbs" he could hear the sound of running footsteps, then "Federal Agent! Stay where you are!" In the background he could hear passersby screaming. Then the agent came back on the line, panting slightly

"Suspect is in custody, Agent Gibbs. Thanks" he hung up

Gibbs tossed the phone back to Tony

"Did they get him?"

"Yup"

The ME van was pulling into the driveway. Gibbs strode off towards it, not bothering to hide the grin on his face.