A/N: Hey! So I went to the Washington Naval Yard today and saw NCIS! It was amazing! I leave for Boston in the morning, but I can't wait to go home next week--I miss my friends so much.

Here's the new chapter. Dun dun dunnn.

Smoke. All around, smoke filled the air. Car horns screamed in tune with the flocks of people. The world glowed with a devilish orange produced by the flowers of flames that had engulfed a navy blue Dodge Charger with a Hemy engine.

Tony lay on the ground, back to the sky. He could just open his eyes. He saw dozens of birds flying above and away from him. But these weren't cartoon birds, he soon realized. "Thank you," he whispered. He looked over and realized the smell of gasoline that filled his lungs was coming from his card, burning with anger only seven feet away. He lay there for a moment, trying to determine whether he was injured or not. The only thing he felt was great disappointment and anger, he realized, as well as a slight ache from his landing. He rolled over gently, groaning just a bit as he pulled himself up. For a half-second, he felt dizzy as the blood rushed to his head. Tony soon regained his balance and began to walk away from the scene slowly.

A woman ran to him and touched him kindly on the shoulder with concern. "Sir, are you alright? I saw what happened. Was that—was that some sort of bomb?"

He ran a hand through his hair as he allowed her to guide him to the grassy curb nearby. "No. it was a missle," He pulled out his badge and showed it to her. "I'm a federal agent,"

"No, you're a hero," she said. "And I'm a nurse. Here, let me help," she said, gesturing to the small cut on his forehead he didn't even realize was there. She pulled out a tissue from her purse and a tiny flashlight, checking to see if he had had a concussion while he held the tissue to his cut. "Does it hurt anywhere?"

"No where medicine can help," he said, grinning.

"Hm?"

"Nothing. No, I'm fine. I need to call my boss," he said, pulling out his cell phone.

"Is that him?" the woman pointed to Gibbs who was heading towards them.

Gibbs walked up to him. Tony sat there simply, elbow resting on his knee, head resting in his hand, surveying the scene blankly. The nurse quickly explained that he was okay and all but ran off when she saw the look in Gibbs' eyes.

"Hey," Gibbs said, jolting Tony out of his thoughts. "What happened?" his tone was kind, but the sense of a demanding urgency in his voice was obvious. The sheer cry of what could only be the sirens of responding agencies approached in a symphony.

"I was waiting, like I was told to. A lot of kids and families were around. I looked out the window and saw a missle heading towards the memorial. I drove towards it. I hoped it'd crash into my car before it crashed into the memorial. It did. I jumped out of the car before it hit,"

Gibbs stared out at the scene for a moment, unable to look at Tony as he considered his options. It had been a stupid move. Brave, but stupid. He was torn between slapping the agent on the back of the head and giving him a handshake.

Admonishing would do no use. Tony was sure to get plenty of that from Vance.

He didn't need to ask why he did it. Gibbs had been a Marine. He knew why.

He sighed and sat down next to Tony, fingers clasped casually. He opened his mouth to speak when he saw Fornell heading their way.

Tobias looked down at the pair. He shook his head. "I heard reports that it was an NCIS agent," Tony glanced back behind Fornell for the first time. Metro PD and a number of other law enforcement and aid agencies had arrived at the scene in quickly, but the media arrived there first. "Shoulda know he was one of yours," Fornell said to Gibbs. "There's a crapload of reporters arriving. They all want to talk to the 'hero.'" Tony rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"What are you doing here, Fornell?" Gibbs asked.

"Federal property, FBI jurisdiction,"

"You're gonna want us on this too," Gibbs said.

Fornell eyed Tony. "Wanna tell me what was going on?"

Tony shifted. "It's kind of a long story,"

"I've got time,"

"Ziva doesn't," Tony murmured. An EMT walked over to him and looked him over.

"Can you walk?" she asked.

"Officer David? She's been dead for five months," Fornell said, brow furrowed.

"I'm fine," Tony said to the EMT, ignoring Fornell.

"You'll need to come with me to the ambulance anyway," she said, motioning in the direction of the ambulance with her head. Tony glanced at Gibbs, who nodded. He and Fornell followed.

"Officer David was coerced into faking her death," Tony said, groaning a little as he moved to sit on the edge of the ambulance.

"She what?"

"Mossad. There was a, uh, mission that Officer David Eli had a 'friend' talk to her. He took things a little too far,"

"And how's that connected to this?"

"She set up a meet for 2 o'clock. We got there within seconds of one another when a third party showed up and took her,"

"Why didn't you try and stop them?"

"They were heavily armed. If we had so much as shot at their tire, they would have blown us all to shreds," Tony said, looking up at Fornell seriously as the EMT cleaned his wound.

"Who else knew about it?"

"Talked to Eli,"

"David?"

"Yeah. Sounds like her handler, Akim Azari sold the information to terrorists who in turn set up a meet with me,"

"With you?"

"You gonna repeat everything I say, or should I speak more slowly?" Tony asked and Gibbs exchanged a glance.

"What happened with the missile?"

Tony explained the story once again, almost subconsciously as he watched the number of reporters and media crew growing behind the barricades Metro had set up before FBI arrived.

"It was a small missile," Gibbs mused as he watched the firefighters contain the fire that had destroyed Tony's car.

"What are you thinking?" Fornell asked Tony, whose eyes had become drowned in thought.

Tony looked at Fornell. "This isn't over. It's only just begun."

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