A/N: I'm now back from my trip! I had an incredible time—I love the East Coast a million times more than I could ever even like CA.

Here's today's chapter where we gain a lot of information, and we're building up to the next chapter. It's a knock out chapter, number 35 will be. Seriously. Mind. Blowing. Life. Altering. I'm so excited to share it with you guys! *squeal*

Really.

I'm thrilled.

You will be too.

Tony bounded up the stairs toward MTAC. He had just been down with Abby, giving her the shrapnel left over from the missile that he had persuaded Fornell to hand over. Fornell knew the speed and excellence Abby worked in. Let's just hope she's fast enough.

As Tony walked in, he was slightly disappointed not to find Eli still on the screen. He had been dying to give him a piece of his mind for the past two hours. Gibbs was still there, however. He walked down to him, curious to find who was with him.

"Tony," the woman with them turned around.

"Rebekah?" he was a little startled to see her there. She walked over to him and offered her hand for a handshake, a small, friendly smile on her face.

"You two know each other?" Vance asked. It was the first time Tony had noticed him there. He forced himself not to furrow his brow in dismay. "How?"

Tony looked at Rebekah. "Ziva introduced us. Sort of,"

Vance eyed him but moved on. "Officer David is here to read us in on the cell--"

"That's holding Ziva," he finished. Vance nodded. "Good to know we're finally getting some cooperation from Mossad,"

Rebekah shifted in place. "My uncle, I mean, Director David, he does not mean to endanger your investigation--"

"Just his daughter,"

"DiNozzo," Vance said warningly.

Rebekah's eyes moved from one determined man to the next. Were their motivations more similar, she thought, the three of them could take over the world.

"We need to know what you know," Gibbs finally said.

Vance gestured to the door. "We'll discuss this in private,"

They walked to Vance's office and all took seats around his conference table. Rebekah opened the thick file she had in her hand. "They are called Kalla Amal. It is Arabic for 'no hope.'" Tony swallowed but didn't let his fear show, though Gibbs could easily see it. "They are responsible for a number attacks in a number of countries in the past several years,"

"And how has Mossad not caught up to them yet?"

"They are a very small, yet very powerful group. They plan for months before they make a single move. They specialize in heavy arms warfare and missile warfare,"

"So we've noticed," Gibbs commented dryly.

"What about locations? Where would they keep Ziva?" Tony asked as his sense of urgency creeped through his tone of voice.

"A warehouse. They may be quite… stealthy, but they do have patterns. They would rent it under a legitimate name, one that would not raise suspicions, no more or less than nine months in advance,"

"I'll call McGee," Vance said, unusually kindly. Tony gave him a nod of gratitude.

"And why would they want DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, leaning forward.

"Tony? I have no idea," Gibbs cocked his head. She looked down, but her expression stayed stayed steady. "They are not like other terrorist cells. They take every action personally. Last year, Agent DiNozzo killed the youngest brother of the leader,"

"I did?"

"Aaron Lev,"

"Lev… Lev was the last name of the man who tried to kill me in Ziva's apartment. Good thing he's dead,"

"Oh no…" Rebekah said, sighing slightly, though she contained her composure.

"What?" Tony asked quickly.

"Noam Lev, yes?"

"Yes…"

"Noam Lev left Mossad a year ago. I had my suspicions…"

"Was he the leader?" Tony demanded.

"Yes," she admitted seriously. "Now I am sure of it. We did not know who their leader was at the time, but we knew that they practically worshipped their leader,"

"Lev,"

"They will complete their mission, but as they advance, things will turn into chaos. Without a leader--"

"They're more dangerous, aren't they?" Tony asked. Rebekah nodded. "Fantastic," he replied.

Tony sat at his desk, head slumped in his hand, elbow resting on the surface before him. Levin, McGee, Rebekah, and Gibbs had been going through the warehouses in DC, and surpisingly, there were more than it seemed. He had tried, but after one very unfocused hour, he was unable to be any use and Gibbs ordered him to take a break to get his head together.

Tony stood and restlessly walked to the window. It was nearly two in the morning, and the sky was appropriately dark. He leaned an arm against the window, his head resting on his fist as he looked out over the Naval Yard, quiet and still. Her sweet words from times before sang to him and he closed his eyes, feeling helpless. I can't lose her again. Not again. He made a silent vow, one he hoped she could somehow hear.

I'm here with you.

He'd find her, no matter what.

He took a deep breath and walked back to his desk and pulled up the warehouse list again.

Andrew Hodgins.

Ryan Kilter.

Sarah Burch.

Kerry Lyon.

John Doe.

"You guys, I think I've got something!" he called out. The team simultaneously stood as he pulled up the information on the plasma.

"John Doe," Gibbs read skeptically. "Not suspicious at all,"

"Bought one hundred and sixty days ago," McGee said.

"That's five months," Rebekah replied, looking to Tony. "Leased by Iman Nod,"

"You know him?"

Rebekah nodded. "He's on our watch list, but we don't really have any proof, nothing we can work with," She looked back at the screen. "He's known for socializing with Kalla Amal,"

"He's on our watch list too," McGee said as he returned to his desk and began to type.

"Tony, I think this is our warehouse," Rebekah said.

Tony nodded. "Can we get a warrant?"

"We don't have time," Gibbs said. "Ziva doesn't have time,"

"We have probable cause," Tony said. Gibbs nodded as they shared a look. "Let's go."