A/N: *cries* Guess who finished Falling Apart today?That's right, ladies and gentlemen, that would be me. Isn't that sad? But no worries, I think I've got a sequel worked up, so we'll have to see about that.

Today a couple new things are learned. It's a short chapter, I know, but there's a reason for it.

I leave for DC on Tuesday, so I'm currently setting up a bunch of chapters to post while I'm there. I'll post one every couple days if there's enough reviews . Reviews aren't my main motivation for writing, but if you want me to post quickly, it helps to know there's people still reading. I miiiight post tomorrow. Like I said. We'll see.

I'll see you lovely people in a few days, yes?

-Autumn

Tony walked into the bullpen feeling as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

"They call?" he asked.

McGee shook his head. "We have a couple hits on our BOLO, but nothing in the area, and we know they're here. Description's too vague,"

"We need that license plate,"

"What if we check the traffic cameras?" Levin spoke up. "There's only two ways to get to that location,"

"They were waiting for us though. We can't possibly know which way they came from," Tony said.

"Then we check both," Levin replied. Tony smiled a little, appreciating the dedication Levin was finally showing. "I think I'll really like Ziva when I finally meet her," he mused as he moved back to his desk.

Tony and McGee shared a knowing smile. "Yeah. She's real… unique," McGee said. Levin gave him a naiive smile before returning to his desk.

Abby came running through the squadroom. "Where's Gibbs?" she demanded.

"Right here," he said as he approached her from behind.

"I got a hit off of the bullet from Tony's shooter!" she said, already running to the elevator.

"Since the bullet went through the wall, there was some damage, but I was able to get enough to run it through. You will never believe what it matched to," she said, grinning as she looked at Tony, McGee, Levin, and Gibbs, all standing in an expectant line. " The bullet, from Corporal Eric Kasing,"

"Our dead Marine in Georgetown?" Tony asked.

"The one we thought was shot by his wife," she confirmed happily.

"But he wasn't,"

"I can't say that for sure, but I can say that whoever killed Kasing had the gun our shooter had,"

"Still no match on the owner?"

"Nope," Abby replied. "Do you think there's a connection?"

"Ziva worked for NCIS. Kasing was a Marine. That's a connection," Levin pointed out.

"Or a coincidence," McGee suggested.

"We don't believe in coincidences," Gibbs said. He kissed Abby on the cheek as he handed her a Caf-Pow! "Good work, Abs. Come on, we've got work to do," McGee and Levin followed him.

Abby smiled at him as they walked out. She glanced over at Tony. He stood, staring up at the plasma that held the photo of the bullet. "Whatchya thinkin'?" she asked, walking up behind him.

"Wasn't Kasing shot with a silencer?"

"Yup,"

"But there was no silencer on the weapon that was on Lev,"

Abby shrugged and pursed her lips, hands on her hips for a moment as she thought. "It couldn't have been a hit, then,"

"So then what was it?"

"Maybe he was just checking out the place?"

"Unless he was there for the same reason I was," Tony said, realizing.

"He wanted to know where Ziva was too,"

"Then why'd he shoot at me?"

"He saw you as a threat,"

Tony smirked sarcastically. "A lot of people seem to be thinking of me that way lately. What do I have that they want? I'm worthless," he said, his face falling with defeat.

Abby put a sweet hand on his arm. "Not to Ziva," she reminded him. Tony smiled a little. Her phone rang. "Abby's Labby!"

"He called again," McGee said urgently.