"What the hell?" Clark asked as the door to his hotel room burst open and the room was filled with Federal Agents.

"Clark Kent?" One asked, showing an I.D.

"Who wants to know?" Clark asked, ignoring the ID; he held his tongue but in his head he was using every swear word he knew, in English and Kryptonian as well as a few Arabic ones he had picked up in Israel; whoever these people were they could have just blown the entire operation and lost Clark's only chance at getting to Lex.

"I'm Agent Tobias Fornell FBI; you're assignment has been canceled and you are to return to NCIS effective immediately."

"On whose authority?" Ziva asked stepping into the room; she had been planting cameras for use later that evening, but it appeared that they wouldn't be necessary.

"The Secretary of the Navy."

Twenty minutes later Clark and Ziva were walking back into NCIS followed by Fornell and two of his agents who had stuck to them like glue as if to be sure they wouldn't try and go anywhere other than NCIS.

"What the hell's going on Kent?" Gibbs asked after they followed him into the confrence room.

"That's what I'd like to know boss. I was getting ready for my 'date' with Jeanne when Fornell and his boys bust into the room and order me back to NCIS. I'm hoping there's a good reason for ruining our best chance at getting Lex Luthor back in jail." Clark said, glaring at Tobias.

"NCIS no longer has any juristiction on this case. Neither Lex Luthor or the Frog are your business anymore."

The door to the confrence room shut behind the man who had spoken. He was in his early thirties, Clark guessed, and looked like he was someone who had just won the lottery.

"Who are you?"

"My name's Richard Polsun, and I'm with the department of justice."

"In other words you're Sec Nav's errand boy." Gibbs muttered.

"Actually I'm responsible for cleaning up our investigative services, and I'm sorry to say there's some dirty laundry in NCIS."

He pulled out cuffs and walked over towards Ziva reaching for her wrist; however Clark's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist before he could begin to cuff the former Mossad officer.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm doing my job Agent Kent and unless you want to lose yours you'll unhand me."

At a nod from his wife, Clark regretfully released the man's wrist.

"Ziva Kent, you are hereby under arrest for treason against the United States."

Before anyone else could say anything the door opened again and Director Vance walked in.

"What's going on Leon?" Gibbs asked.

"It appears that Ziva has been selling secrets to an unknown terrorist cell." Leon said finally.

Clark and Gibbs tried to protest but Leon cut them off.

"Polsun has evidence and I'm afraid there's nothing we can do."

"Leon-" Clark began, but Ziva cut him off.

"It will be fine Clark." She said and kissed him before walking out of the confrence room.

"Ziva's been set up." Clark said as soon as the door shut behind Polsun.

"The orders from the Secretary of the Navy were crystal clear." Leon told him holding up the printout of the email he had received from him.

"NCIS cannot get involved." He finished with a knowiing look at Clark, who nodded and took off his badge.

"Then I resign effective immediately."

"I can't allow you to discuss this case with my agents, however you can visit as long as you like." Leon finished and Clark grinned, before his mood darkened. Even with Leon's help there was only so much he could do; if he wanted to find out who had framed his wife he would have to figure out who would have wanted to frame her in the first place and there was only one person he could ask without tipping Polsun off that he was doing his own investigation.

"I need five minutes with DiNozzo."