It'd been a long few hours of searching through the missing persons reports, for the two agents up in the squad room. Not many words had been exchanged between the two except for Tony who, every ten minutes, would say he was hungry. Which, in turn, was starting to drive Ziva crazy.

"Why don't you just go get something to eat, Tony?" she suggests. Although she may enjoy having Tony around, not that she would ever admit it, right now Ziva could definitely use some time to herself. Time to think about the case and about-

"Because if Gibbs comes back and I'm not here..." he stops almost seeming to be at a loss for words. "I'll be in trouble," Tony says not able to think of a way to describe just how much trouble he would be in. "In case you have not noticed Gibbs isn't exactly in a good mood."

"Is he ever?"

"I mean he's in a worse mood then ever. You know how he gets when a certain case is bugging him." They had found quite a few people in the missing reports who fit the description they were looking for, but nothing that was really front page news. Now they were just tired and therefore couldn't do a very good job or if you were Tony you couldn't concentrate, at least not on what you needed to. "So who was on the phone?"

"Don't you know when to drop something, Tony?" Ziva asks very tired of his constant pestering. That was one of the last things she needed right now. Right now she needed a bath and her bed.

"How long have you known him Ziva?" Gibbs asks coming back to the squad room for the first time since he had left that afternoon. "What've ya got?"

"Well, Gibbs, we believe that we have found the missing girls." Ziva informs him hitting the keys on her keyboard to put the identity's of the girls up on the board.

"Did you notice any similarities with them besides pregnancy?" Gibbs asks watching as eleven faces came up on the screen. "Why are there eleven?"

"Because she," Tony stops and signals out one of the pictures. "Seems to be his next victim. Her name is Isabelle Turpin. She was reported missing two days ago by her boyfriend."

"I want him in here. I want all of these women's husbands, boyfriends, fiances, and exs that have anything to do with there baby's brought in here." Gibbs says knowing that everyone of them would have motive.

"But they're spaced out all over the country it would be-" Tony starts to say but when Gibbs turns to look at him he thinks better of it. "On it, boss."

"Did you find out anything else, Ziva?" Gibbs asks.

"That DiNozzo is hungry," she says and then Gibbs' stare was inflicted upon her. "No. Nothing else yet."

"Get those men in here," Gibbs says and walks back to the elevator.

"How does he suggest we do that? I mean one of them is all the way in California," Tony complains just wanting to go home.

"Well the woman was brought here, yes? So he can be brought here too," Ziva says and then smiles. "Why don't we order pizza, Tony?"

"Okay, but it was your idea," Tony says and starts reciting the exact pizza he'd been dreaming up for the past hour to the pizza place on his speed dial.

Gibbs enters downstairs and see the forensic scientist fast asleep on the famous farting hippo with McGee asleep on the keyboard. A clear line of Y's going across the screen. Gibbs sets down the Caf Pow next to the empty one beside Abby and then leans in and whispers in her ear, "What do you got, Abs?"

"Some of the blood on the womens clothes match the others," she says drowsily and quietly.

"The other what, Abby?" he asks her quietly again.

"The other women," she says and he decides it's time for her to be a woken.

"They're getting rid of the Caf Pow machine," he says and watches as the girl suddenly comes to life.

"How can they get rid of the machine? I'm sure it makes the most money out of all the other ones. Now what am I supposed to drink?" Abby asks but realizes it's a joke when she sees Gibbs' amused look. "Not funny, Gibbs."

"I thought it was. Now what have you got?"

"Right, well I was running the blood on the clothes to see if one of our killers pricked a finger or something."

"Yeah and?" Gibbs questions.

"And I found that these woman were in the same room together at the same time. Meaning that our most recent victim has some blood of the next to most recent victim and vice versa. It seems that they're taken in pairs. So maybe we have five killers. Each one taking two women," Abby says smiling. "Now they aren't really getting rid of the Caf Pow machine right?" She asks worry laced in her voice. Gibbs simply shakes the cup that he just got her in front of her face. "Okay, good."

"That's a good job, Abby," Gibbs says and heads towards the exit before turning back to where McGee was still sleeping and getting close to his ear. "Hey!" Gibbs yells in his loud marine voice.

"Huh wh-what?" McGee asks jumping up with start looking totally terrified.

"I said help her, not get your beauty rest," he says and leaves to his next destination.

"The best idea you've ever had, Ziva," Tony tells her as he finishes off the final piece of pizza. They had spent the last two hours arranging for all of the current suspects to be sent to D.C. and were now just waiting for the O.K. from Gibbs to go home.

"I would think that is a bit exagerant, Tony," Ziva says and her phone begins to buzz again. She lets it continue to ring not bothering to answer it.

"The mystery man/woman again?" Tony asks very curious as to who it was that was calling Ziva.

"No," is her simple response.

"Then who is it?" Ziva simply gives him a look that is very strongly suggesting he backs off. The phone stops buzzing for a minute and then starts again. This time she picks up.

"Hello," Ziva says seemingly annoyed.

Tony watches as she talks animatedly and she begins to get angry and says a few Hebrew words which he was pretty sure were not kind ones. Then her face goes to pure fear. It's a look that Tony has rarely seen on her face, that she rarely shows anyone. The color seems to drain from it and her breathing becomes shaky. Tony starts to worry that there she was physically ill. He had never seen her like this before. With a shaking hand she takes the phone and closes it hanging up on whoever she was talking to. Tony could tell she could hang up because he heard the person on the other line still screaming. Ziva blinks a few times, looking disoriented and confused. "I-i have to go. Tell Gibbs I am sorry but I will see him tomorrow," she says and starts to put her coat on.

"Wait," Tony says not just letting her leave. Something is seriously wrong and he isn't just going to ignore it. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she says as convincingly as she can but not even convincing herself. "Nothing is wrong. I will see you tomorrow for work, Tony."

"Ziva come on. Talk to me," Tony says following her as she goes to the elevators.

"I can not."

"What do you mean you can't?" Tony asks. He wouldn't have worried quite as much if she had said she didn't want to talk or that there was nothing to talk about, but she can't?That wasn't like her to say. "It's me, Ziva."

"I know and there is no need to worry," she says stepping in to the elevator. Tony trys to follow her but she puts her hand out pressing it against his chest to prevent from moving. "Good night Tony," she says and moves her hand so the doors can close, leaving a worried and confused Tony on the other side.

This chapter was a lot shorter than the one before but I thought that it ended in a good place. Now we're getting somewhere further into the story but if you ever want to figure out what's going on you're just gonna have to review. Which reminds me thank you so much to everyone who reviewed, favorited, or alerted my story last chapter it really means a lot to me especially since I personally think my writing sucks. Also in your reviews let me know if you want the NCIS team to solve the current case or if it should be handed to the FBI or just sorta be dropped from this story and instead have it focus more so on the real plot line. I'll do which ever you guys want so let me know :)