"Just show them your badge and ID," Gibbs tells McGee as he hooks a microphone into the hankerchief in McGee's jacket pocket. McGee was shifting the earwig in his ear to make it more comfortable and was trying to keep from having a panic attack all at the same time. McGee had been given a completely new identity to increase their chances of him not being recognized. He was now Jim McGregory and had a mustache and glasses, with a camera of course. Obviously the director of Mossad probably knew just about everything about them therefore actually pulling this off would prove to be rather difficult. McGee, or rather McGregory was a part of the CIA and needed to discuss some business with the director about a possible mole that was working for Mossad but was giving information to Alkaida. The terrorist's name was Destor Cabasada Gatchalian. A man who was actually on the NCIS most wanted list except he was wanted for desertion and rape of a child. The CIA had come into contact with Gatchalian when he took hostage of one of their agents and would not release them unless given information. They wanted information on him and permission to take him into custody and figured it would be best to do this face to face than on the phone or through video conference. McGee was to keep his eyes and ears open for any signs of Ziva during his visit and they'd already established a code for how to update Tony and Gibbs who would be staying in the truck watching everything from McGee's lap top. McGee was to crack his knuckles noticeably if he thought he heard or saw any signs of Ziva and he was to use the name Kate if he believed Ziva to be... Well it was a word Tony and Gibbs did not want to hear.

Gibbs watched as the agent all but passed out from nervousness. "Can you handle this?"

"Yeah, uh I think, maybe," he stutters but remembers why he's doing this, who he's doing this for. "Yes."

"You sure?"

"Yeah boss, I'm sure," McGee says

"Then go," Gibbs says putting his head set on and patting McGee on the back pushing him slightly towards the door. McGee looks back and nods before pushing the door open.

"You really think he can do it?" Tony asks stiffling a laugh at McGee's weird head nod.

Gibbs just looks at the lap top as McGee approaches the front desk saying his Alias name and requesting to see Director David. "Do you think he can?"

"McGeek? He's a computer geek who went to MIT and is Abby's helper," Tony watches as McGee tell the receptionist that it is vitally important that he speak to the director. McGee may have been all that when he first started working at NCIS, a probie. But now, now he was a field agent and a damn good one at that. "Yeah I think he can do it."

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"I really want to help her, Ducky," Abby says as she sits on Gibbs desk and Ducky in the chair while Hannah sleeps on the floor of Tony's desk.

"We are helping her, dear," Ducky reminds her. Sometimes a hug could be the best medicine, and chocolate never hurt either.

"I know, but I just wish I could do more," Abby tells him staring in sadness at the little girl who had been through so much at so young. How was it fair to make someone go through that no matter their age? To loose everything and to have nothing. It was terrible.

"As do I, Abigail. As do I," Ducky said sadly but knew that as of right now the best they could do for her was let the poor girl get some rest. If only they knew that the last she slept contently was years ago, before she could remember. Now she has dreams, the kind that haunt you and seemingly mock you. Hannah hated to sleep.

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McGee/McGregory glanced around as he was lead down a hall. Searching for some sign, any sign, of Ziva. No one really knew what they intended to accomplish by sending Tim in there but they just hoped there would be some clue. Tony had gone to look around back of the building and Gibbs stayed in the truck to watch McGee's actions. McGee cleared his throat and Gibbs looked toward the screen looking for the sign of Ziva. Clearing his throat was to be a signal meaning he thought he saw something Ziva related but as Gibbs stared at the screen he saw nothing but a few doors and desks and the back of a man's head. Maybe throat clearing wasn't a good pick since McGee has a tendency to do that when he's nervous.

Gibbs laughed slightly as he watched the junior field agent's point of view go from everything else in the room to the Israeli woman who walked by, her hips thrusting from side to side and her hair floating out behind her. "Keep focused, McGee or should I start calling you Tony?" Gibbs asks but is surprised when McGee rearranges his glasses, the signal that he had seen Ziva. "Ask to use the head," Gibbs directs hoping that the restroom was back where Ziva was going and that she might be able to recognize McGee's disguise. Maybe they did too good on it.

"Um, excuse me but where can I use the men's room?" a very nervous and unsure McGee questions.

"Confidence, McGee. They sense fear fifty miles away."

"It can not wait? I already told the director we were on our way to his office," the receptionist says. "There is one once we reach his office," she says and continues walking.

"No, I need to use the head now," McGee says demanding and the receptionist sighs and begins to walk towards the direction of the lower floor rest room.

"I'll have DiNozzo distract her. You follow her until she needs to go back to the front desk then go find Ziva," Gibbs instructs and then quickly fills Tony in on the plans.

McGee continues walking trying to go slow since they were about to pass Ziva. Suddenly the security alarm begins to chirp and the receptionist takes off towards the front desk. "Ziva!" McGee whisper yells and then walks faster to catch up to her.

"McGee?" Ziva questions and then pulls him into a supply closet.

"Uh, I um, Ziva..."McGee stutters. He had always wanted some woman to throw him in a closet, and then continue to rip his clothes off and well so on and so forth. So Ziva thrusting him into the closet definitely caused a lot of stammers and stutters.

"There are security cameras, McGee. I believe you have spent too much time with Tony if you are thinking of other things, yes?" she asks and McGee is so relieved to see her that he is only slightly embarrassed that Ziva basically read his mind and all the dirty thoughts contained within it.

"You're alive!" McGee suddenly exclaims and throws his arms around her.

"It is nice to see you too, Tim but we do not have much time so perhaps I should fill you in," Ziva suggests. She did not think she had ever been quite so relieved to see someone, never did she think they would fly to Israel to come rescue her. It made her feel as bad as it did good when she remembered what she had done to cause them to need to resort to this. "I have written everything down here in this letter I was going to somehow send to you," she says and hands him the letter with the address of NCIS headquarters on the envelope.

"But you're okay? They aren't hurting you or anything right?" McGee asks and Ziva smiles at the concern in his voice.

"I am fine for the moment. Do not worry," she tells him and McGee takes concern at the words "for the moment".

"You sure?" he asks and she nods and subtlety takes something else from her pocket and hands it to McGee. He looks at it and sees the name "Tony" written cleanly and clearly across the envelope he nods at her and she smiles pulling him into another hug.

"Thank you, Tim. Thank you and Gibbs and Tony," she says and McGee hates how she sounds as she speaks those words. Like they do in the movies when they're about to die or go fight a big battle. "I will seen you soon, yes?"

"Yeah, I hope," he says and she pats his arm nudging him towards the door.

"You will," she says and he smiles one last time before closing the door shutting her in the small and not very plea sent smelling room. "I just hope you will not hate me when you do."

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MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HANUKKAH! Sorry the chapter's so short but I've been crazy busy with all the Christmas stuff. Yesterday I was looking at all of my stuff on my profile and I saw that I have a hundred reviews so thank you all so much for that it really makes my day. I also want to thank everyone who told me that they would keep Caylee's family in prayer.

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