A/N: Hey! Still in DC, having a fabulous time! Came up with 3 new chapter titles at the Lincoln Memorial yesterday--can't wait to share the other 2, as this is one of them.

Here's the new chapter. Think, "suspesion of disbelief" for the end, ok? Michael Weatherly is a huge supporter of the idea, and I'll need you to take it on for just a minute. Things are gonna get crazy here, ok?

I loved the beginning. And the end. The middle is good too.

Oh, and I write all my own quotes. I look up the video for the quote I want and write it out, so all of these should always be correct. You deserve the accuracy.

So here we go!

Tony sat in his car. It was fifteen minutes until he needed to be at the Memorial, which was only fourty feet away. A large group of school kids walked toward the memorial, laughing and subconsciously rubbed the steering wheel with his thumb, eyes lost as he stared out the window to the memorial.

"You ever, um, regret not having a wife and kids, especially during this time of year? Hanukah is all about family. Is it not the same with Christmas?"

He didn't answer. He couldn't.

Tony shut his eyes for a moment at the memory, that painful, piercing memory. Those were the days he knew about Rivkin. She hadn't told him. All he knew was that she met him in Israel. That she went to visit him only a few weeks later. And that he wasn't there. Not even for the holidays. Not with her.

Tony… He had always been there. He couldn't look at her then, because he knew. He knew what she wasn't thinking. He knew that she had someone in her life, someone she wouldn't tell him about. And after all that crap with Jeanne and everything, she still didn't tell him. They were partners. They were best friends.

And through it all, he was there.

His thoughts were interrupted by the shrill of his cell phone. He nearly jumped out of his seat as he answered. "DiNozzo,"

"Hey, it's Abby,"

"Hey Abs," he said, trying not to sound disappointed.

"I finally got a hit off of the bomb fragments from your car,"

Tony sat up straighter. "And?"

"It's a match to components used in a terrorist cell from Iran, the ones Eli was talking about,"

"They've been planning this for a while," he realized. "Even before they took her,"

"Guess where the last bomb took place?"

"DC,"

"Guess whose hotel room was one block away,"

"Lev's,"

"That's right. Tony, I'm thinking Lev is ex-Mossad and running with the terrorists now,"

Tony sighed silently. "Me too,"

"What they're planning, Tony--"

"It's gonna be big," he finished. He felt his heart drop to his stomach. He had become far too familiar with that feeling.

Abby was quite for just a moment. "We'll get her back Tony, we'll stop this, and we'll get her back. You got that? We'll get her back," her words were almost a promise, a vow, a need.

"Thanks Abs," he said, hanging up. He looked out the window once more.

The silence was interrupted by the fiery sound of what could only be a missle. He looked over to the blaring object in the sky. It was headed not only for his car, but for the memorial, filled with families and children and tourists. It came parallel with the ground, almost at his eyelevel, heading straight for the wall and for the people. He quickly turned on the ignition and sped toward it. It was unlikely, but if he could just—

Boom.

I'm here with you.