A/N: Wow! You guys! You are so incredibly amazing! With that last chapter, you passed 300 reviews annnnd you gave me more reviews than ever before! Awww. And even more, you all gave me such sweet, wonderful birthday wishes. Awwwwwwww. Thanks, you guys. It means more than you know. And just to keep you updated on my personal life, tonight I find out if the girls at my church remember my birthday. Right…

Anyway, I love that my goal of blowing you all away was accomplished. I tried really hard. : ) Muahahahaha.

Tonight one thing is resolved, but only a thousand more questions are written. And then the next chapter? Oh dang. I'll have that posted in a few days. I'm super busy this weekend, and then I leave not this coming week but next, so I might be a little, well, gone. But I've got a system, you see, for posting while I'm on vacation for 2 weeks (can't remember if I told you--DC and Boston!)

Well, here you go. Enjoy! And don't forget to review.

Tony stood still behind the car door, gun aimed at the path of dust the van had left behind. He was almost unable to believe what he had just seen.

"DiNozzo! Get in the car!" Gibbs called, his eyes raging. They got back in the car and sped off in the trail of dust, searching for any sign of the black van. It had only been seconds since they left with Ziva, but it felt like hours. Tony pressed on the gas harder, the sense of urgency that had run through him growing with each breath he didn't take.

"Tony, we lost her," McGee tried to say as he gripped the door handle.

"No, we did notlose her, Probie!" Tony insisted as he continued to drive.

"Tony," Gibbs spoke calmly. "Tony, head back. We lost 'em. We'll get a print off the tires and we'll put up a BOLO,"

"No, that's not enough," Tony cried, speeding as he entered the final street that led to the main highway, thankful the streets had been free of pedestrians.

"It has to be," Gibbs said softly. Tony sighed and made a u-turn, driving back to the scene. McGee pulled out his phone and began to make the call for the BOLO. He hung up shortly, giving them the little information they had. McGee shut his phone and looked to Gibbs. "Call Abby. Have her put up a missing person's report,"

McGee nodded, his eyes somehow disappointed. He dialed Abby's number.

"Tim! How's Ziva? How's Tony? Is she okay? What's going on?"

"Abby, Abby, calm down," he coaxed her. "I need you to put up a missing person's report for me,"

The line went silent for a moment. "She didn't show?"

"No, she did," he paused. "But… we had company,"

"Company? Like, Mossad?"

"I don't know. Ziva parked, got out of the car, turned toward us, and then," he stopped.

"And then what?" Abby demanded, her voice low.

"A black van came. Three passengers and a driver. All equipped with heavy assault weapons. They took her,"

"They just took her? You let them kidnap Ziva?" she cried.

"We didn't have a chance. We were outnumbered,"

"You had Gibbs!"

"Abby, we couldn't do anything. If we had tried, we'd be dead too,"

"Too?"

"Abby, it's a figure of speech. We're all fine,"

"No, we all 'aren't'. Ziva was kidnapped by a bunch of psychos with guns! We are not fine, McGee!" Abby sighed. "Put Gibbs on," McGee handed his phone to Gibbs.

"Abby," he said quietly. Tony parked the car and they got out.

"Gibbs, how could you let them do this? How could you let them take her, just like that?"

"There was nothing we could do," Gibbs said, staring directly at Tony, who was watching him, his eyes speaking words.

"You could have saved her," she said angrily.

"Abby," his voice was nearly a whisper.

"What?"

"Put out the report. Please,"

Abby hesitated. "Okay," she complied and hung up. Gibbs shook his head slightly as he stared at his phone. He'd have to deal with her later. He looked up at Tony who was now staring at Ziva's car, at the scene before him.

It was as if he wasn't sure it was real. He seemed to be replaying the scene in his head over and over again. His eyes were haunted, weak. Lost. There she was. Within his reach. And she was stolen from him in an instant. She had been there. She was counting on him.

And so there Tony stood, the hurt in his eyes nearly pouring out as silent rage poured in. A deadly combination. He couldn't speak, though Gibbs knew he was desperate to, desperate to say something, do something, change something.

McGee was taping off the surrounding area, following the path backwards to find where the van had been lying in wait.

"So what now?" Tony finally said.

Gibbs walked up to him, eyes determined. "We find her."

Tony stormed into the squadroom, McGee and Gibbs tailing him. Levin stood and began to raise his hand. Tony began to put away his things. He glanced up and saw Levin standing there.

Tony looked at him expectantly. "What? This isn't second grade, you don't need to raise your hand,"

"Well, I, uh, well, McGee her found--"

"The restricted number. The program must have traced it while we were gone," McGee finished.

"Thought you were running it with Abby," Tony said, confused.

"I was. I had it notify me here instead,"

"So whose number is it?" Tony asked.

McGee looked up at him uncertainly. "You're not gonna like this, Tony,"

"Spit it out, McGee!" Tony cried, though he knew Gibbs' watchful eyes were on him.

"The number… I traced it back to a pre-paid phone,"

"Bought by who?"

"Eli David."