Hi everyone, I hope ya'll are doing good! Sorry I ain't updated as often as I did initially. I'm getting ready to move back down to the dorms, so my lifes been hectic.

Thanks for being patient with me! Here's the next chapter for you. Enjoy

"That's as close as you need," Vance said, walking into the bullpen. "I believe I know where Holdset is planning to attack.

The team looked at the Director, waiting for him to tell them more. "The funeral for Congressman Parker's son is on Friday. He died in a roadside bombing in Iraq last Thursday. The congressman has been very public with his views on the war and the illegal arms trade, earning criticism and threats from across the world. Many top officials are going to be at this funeral, so it's a prime target for an attack," he explained to the group.

"That does not make sense," Ziva spoke up. "If Jeremy is in charge of a big arms-dealing ring, why would he risk it all to kill a few American diplomats? There is something more going on than what we are seeing."

"I am still going to suggest extra security based on these new developments," Vance told the team. "I want these men caught before something happens," he ordered before leaving the team standing there.

"Something is not adding up," Ziva said, her mind in overdrive. "If Jeremy is as powerful as it seems, he would not make it this obvious. He would have waited to shoot Tony until after he finished his original plan. He would know the moment we started investigating him, we would jump to conclusions."

"He's wanting our attention focused away from the real target," Gibbs understood. "What are we missing?" Gibbs asked, banging his hands down on his desk hard. This man purposefully made his team weak, and that really pissed Gibbs off. His best agent was lying in the hospital in serious condition all because of this man. He used Gibbs' other agent as access to whatever he needed: whether it was to get Tony or for his other plans. 'Holdset better hope we don't find him,' Gibbs thought to himself. 'We are going to be his worst nightmare.' Standing up, Gibbs walked to the center of the room, "Let's go back to the beginning," he said. "Whatever plan he has, he planned before setting foot in D.C. We need to find out any known terrorists that Jeremy Holdset would have met in the past year."

Gibbs stood staring at the picture of Jeremy Holdset on the plasma screen, trying to think of anything that could help find the man, when his cell phone started ringing at his hip.

"Yeah, Gibbs," he said, absentmindedly.

"Ah, Agent Gibbs, I am sorry we did not get to meet in person," the voice said.

"You can always come by," Gibbs responded and McGee and Ziva realized who he was talking to.

"I am sure by now that your team is working their tails off trying to find me," Holdset said. "Hope you're not getting too overworked for my sake."

"Make it easier: where are you?" Gibbs asked.

"Now why would I do that?" Jeremy asked. "My plans are not yet complete. Soon, though we will meet."

"How soon?"

"Soon," Jeremy said, ending the call.

"Dammit," Gibbs said, looking at the phone in his hands.

"He used a pay phone, I'm trying to locate it now," McGee spoke up, typing rapidly on his computer. "Boss, he used the payphone outside of Lamar's's Coffeehouse…" he said, but was cut off.

"That's two blocks from my apartment," Ziva interrupted, and she and McGee went to grab their guns, expecting Gibbs to take off.

"It's a trick," Gibbs told the two. "He wants us to look in the wrong direction. More time means more chance of success for his plans," he explained.

"We need to go check it out," Ziva said. "I think it would be smart."

"McGee, go with her and see if you find anything," Gibbs ordered. "Do not let her out of your sight for a second," he warned the young man.

McGee and Ziva nodded as they headed towards the elevators. The ride was quiet with McGee keeping quiet, scared that Ziva would go off on him if he said the wrong thing.

Arriving at the coffeehouse, the two looked around for any signs of Jeremy. Ziva walked into the phone booth, looking for anything that could help them find the man. Looking down, Ziva spotted a tape recorder taped to the underside of the phone box.

"McGee, over here," she said, pulling the recorder loose.

"Should we play it?" McGee asked, noticing the small box in Ziva's hands when he walked up.

Ziva did not answer, instead she pressed the play button and Jeremy's voice came out of the speaker.

"If you want to find me, let's play a little game. My plans were rushed by the overzealousness of one of my men, but that only makes it more exciting," the two heard. "For the sake of the game, we will pretend to step one was killing Anthony DiNozzo. In order for you to try to stop me, you'll have to play along. Now, Agents Gibbs and McGee may not understand this step, but I'm sure Ziva will. This place was very special to her. If you decide to play along, you'll know what to do next," Jeremy's voice ended.

McGee looked at Ziva, about to ask her if she knew what Holdset was talking about, but knew the look on Ziva's face. He could tell she was thinking about something very hard, and did not want to interrupt her train of thought.

Ziva leaned back against the phone booth, trying to recall when she'd ever told Jeremy about this place, but failed to do so. Finally it dawned on her, "He spied on me," she said, walking towards the building's doors. "He followed Tony and I that is the only reason he would know about this place. I have not come here since we stopped dating," Ziva explained, walking to the far corner booth against the front window.

"You and Tony dated?" McGee asked, trying to make sense of what Ziva was saying.

"Every time we came here, we sat at this booth. Tony said it reminded him of the booth on 'Bones,'" she continued, ignoring McGee. All of a sudden she stopped in her tracks and McGee almost ran into her. "Michael should have known this," she muttered to herself, adding a few slurs of Hebrew.

Flashback

"You know I do not like coffee after I run," Ziva protested as Tony practically dragged her into the Lamar's Coffeehouse.

"Anyone who tortures themselves with a three mile run in subzero weather ought to treat themselves to a nice cup of hot chocolate," Tony explained to her as he rubbed his hands together to heat them up. "And, since you were did not have any at the apartment, this is a good place."

Ziva laughed, sometimes Tony reminded her of a little child. "Just this once," she gave in. "You have to pay though," she added. "I did not bring any money."

Tony feigned shock. "Have I ever made you pay for anything?" he asked, smiling at her. "Go sit down and I'll bring your hot chocolate to you," he said, ushering her towards where the seating was.

Ziva smiled as she found a seat in one of the empty booths. Unconsciously, Ziva chose the booth against one of the walls, to keep her safe from the back.

"You know what this place reminds me of?" Tony asked as he handed her a cup and sat down across from her. When she shook her head, Tony continued, "It reminds me of the little restaurant they go to all the time on 'Bones.'"

"You think so?" Ziva asked, looking around at the place. "I do not see the resemblance," she said, taking a sip of her hot chocolate. "How did your meeting with the Director go?" she asked after a little bit.

Tony leaned back in his seat, staring at the cup in his hands for a moment before answering, "She needs someone to do some undercover work. I don't know why she didn't choose any of the agents that usually do this kind of stuff."

"She trusts you," Ziva explained.

End Flashback

"Ziva," McGee said loud enough to get her attention. When she turned around, McGee asked, "When were you going to tell Abby and me about you and Tony?"

Sighing, Ziva replied, "It was a long time ago, and got rather complicated. It is something that never should have happened."

"When?" McGee asked. "Was it when Tony was team leader?"

Ziva nodded, "It did not last long. Work got in the way."

"Does Gibbs know?" McGee asked.

"I do not believe so," she said, turning her attention back to the booth in front of her. "We have to find Jeremy, McGee," Ziva said unusually quiet. "Before someone else gets hurt."

"Since that's the case, we need to get this back to Abby," McGee said, picking up a newspaper from off the table.

"McGee, everyone reads the paper here," Ziva said, nodding towards the customers in the room.

"How many of them read a newspaper in another language?" McGee replied, holding it up to show Ziva.

Two Hours Later

Ziva managed to get away from Gibbs and McGee. Hiding behind the stairs, Ziva dialed a number and waited for an answer. When she heard the familiar voice, Ziva said, "We need to talk."

"I will set up a video conference in thirty minutes," the voice said, hanging up before Ziva could reply. Leaning against the wall, Ziva closed her eyes, hoping the headache that pounded in her head would leave.