Here is an update. I know it has been forever, but I started working in another story and just had to finish it. But I am back and I won't start anything else until I finish this. I hope the readers are still interested. Enjoy.

Tony opened his eyes slowly, his head hurt and he was disoriented but only for a second then everything that just happened came back to him. This was the reason Tony didn't like mixing business with pleasure, it was dangerous and it made him stupid. How could he not have seen that Ziva was lying before, how could he have been so naïve? And now Kate was dead.

He slowly got up, he was a little dizzy but it soon passed. He had a nasty bump on his head but there was no blood and the pain was bearable. He needed to think about his next step. While his head was telling him to contact the Captain, tell him everything he knew his heart was telling him differently. Even after everything he still felt the need to protect her, because for some odd reason he still thought she was in danger.

He took out his phone and called McGee, if anyone could find her using a computer it was McGee.

"McGee."

"It's me. I need you to track Ziva David."

"I thought she was with you."

"Obviously she's not. Find her and let me know."

"Okay boss."

"McGee, don't tell anyone what you're doing."

"Okay." Tony thought the other man didn't sound too convinced but he ignored it, he knew McGee wouldn't tell anyone.

He hanged up and headed to his car. He would work his contacts and see if any of them knew this Damian.

However, after spending the whole day out on the streets he still hadn't made any progress. He headed back to the precinct hoping not to find the captain there. He didn't want to lie to him but he couldn't tell him what he knew because he simply didn't know enough. Luckily the captain's office was dark and his car wasn't in the parking lot.

"McGee tell me you got something."

"Nothing yet. She obviously doesn't have her car, none of her credit cards have been use, neither her phone so it's pretty much impossible. Keep digging and find me something."

"Why exactly isn't she with you? Shouldn't we tell the captain? Is she in trouble?"

"I don't know, I truly don't. But for now keep it to yourself."

"Whatever you say boss."

"Where's the captain?"

"Huh, he left about an hour ago. I think he went to see Kate's parents."

"Right." He hadn't even thought about that. Now he felt worse, he was failing his partner because of Ziva. "I'll be in my office going over some stuff, let me know the minute you find anything."

He locked himself in his office and started going over the surveillance files his team had accumulated during the last months. It was obvious that this Damian person was tied to the smuggling; he just didn't think this was why Ziva was dealing with him. There had to be something in these files. He spent hours looking through the pictures and information, hoping to find some type of clue.

Next he knew he was opening his eyes to find the squad full of activity under the daylight. Apparently he had fallen asleep while going over the files. He adjusted his eyes to the sunlight filtering through the window. He really felt like crap. He left his office to find McGee in the same spot he left him the night before, only he was snoring with his head on top of his computer keyboard.

"McGee."

"Nothing yet Tony."

"Yeah, I see that. Listen I am going home to grab a shower and I'll be back later."

"Okay."

"You do the same and get something to eat."

"Thanks boss."

Twenty minutes later he had taken a hot shower and felt much better. He made himself a sandwich and some coffee and headed out to the streets again hoping to find some information. He had the same bad luck as the day before and by 7:00pm he was so frustrated that he almost shot a rookie cop who got on his way while he was parking outside the station.

"McGee you better tell me you have something."

He didn't receive an answer just a shake of the head. Tony's frustration just grew. Another day and no information yet. Once again he was in his office looking through mug files hoping a face would just jump out at him.

All of the sudden his cell phone rang and he answer it without checking who it was.

"DiNozzo."

"Tony."

He was up in a second, his mind already running through the different scenarios. She sounded desperate, her voice merely a whisper. "Ziva, where are you? Are you hurt?"

"I am sorry for everything. I love you."

"Zivaaaaaaa." He yelled into his phone but the call had already ended. Desperately he got out. "McGee, track the call that just came in my phone."

"Tony was it Ms. David."

"Now, McGee, now. Tell me where she is."

Please take a second and let me know if there's anyone still interested and if I should finish the story or not. Thanks