I was swamped with some much stuff this week and a half, like National History Day (this thing where you make a contest entry and judges pick a winner, well it's something like that) and my school play, so I couldn't write for like forever. Well anyway… HOPE YOU LIKE!

"But why would a Mossad agent be here?" Abby asked as she paced back and forth through the bullpen.

"And why was he here on the exact same day Tony and Ziva almost died?" Carlee continued.

"Ziva?" Tony said looking over to the quiet and stone faced ex-Mossad agent.

All of the team, including Jimmy and Ducky, were gathered together, trying to figure what to do next.

"I have no idea…" she answered, face still cold.

"What I don't get…" Gibbs started, all heads turning to look at him.

Suddenly a voice from behind brought a change in attention, "Why he used his real name and not a fake."

Palmer slapped his hand over his mouth and stepped back. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

Gibbs stared over to the autopsy gremlin for a second before speaking again.

"Palmer, you're right. If he was doing an assassination, he would have used an alias."

Once again Tony looked to Ziva and gave her a confused look.

"Is Mossad having money cuts?"

"DiNozzo!" Gibbs said giving him a warning glare.

Looking over to Gibbs and nodding he looked over to his shocked lover.

"Any idea?"

"Not a clue… I wish I did."

"Okay," Gibbs said, standing up. "We will treat this like a normal case. McGee…"

"BOLO boss, got it" he said racing to his computer.

"Tony,"

"Background check, I know."

"Carlee,"

"Financial check, I know the drill Gibbs." She answered, a reassuring tone in her voice.

"What about me?" Ziva asked, finally out of her cold look.

"You stay safe. You are not to leave NCIS without someone with you. I know it will be DiNozzo though." He said looking away. "Even of Mossad is not involved, we still know they are in the area."

"What about me! I want to be a very special agent!" Abby said, jumping up and down, grabbing Carlee's NCIS off her desk and placing it on her head.

"FEDARIAL AGENT! DROP YOUR GUN!" she yelled pointing a finger gun at Gibbs.

Gibbs slowly pushed her hand down and smiled. "You go back down to the lab."

"Why? I want to kill the bastard who did this!"

Gibbs flicked his head to the elevator and let go of Abby's hand.

"Leave that to me. We need every bit of evidence we can get off those metal cutter."

Abby gave a thumb up and raced down the hall, past the elevator, sticking her tongue at it and going down the stairs. Ducky and Palmer followed.

A small smile appeared on his face but disappeared as he walked over to Ziva. "What can you tell me about this… Absalom Lamdan?"

"He is the son of one of my father's closest friends. He has been in Mossad for a number of years, shorter than me though. I have had a few short talks with him. His work is good, but he talks very stupidly. He is not so… I know this… what's the word…it's on the tip of my thumb."

Tony looked up from his computer and shook his head. "It's on the tip of your tongue, sweet cheeks. And the word you are looking for is bright."

Ziva looked over at Tony and smiled, brushing her hand over his face, saying sarcastically. "Of course. How could I live without you?"

"You might find out if we don't get this guy. Tony is still in danger too. He was also in the elevator."

Ziva bowed her head, shaking the bad thought out of her head.

"Is that it?" Gibbs asked.

"I think."

"Boss!" Carlee called suddenly, making the team's head swivel to Agent Andress's direction.

"Yeah?"

"I found something you might want to see."

"What?"

Carlee turned the computer screen around, showing him a picture of an online receipt.

"He bought a pair of metal clippers."

Gibbs suddenly walked from the bullpen and up the stairs.

"Where are you going?" McGee asked.

"Getting Tel Aviv on MTAC."

"Why?" Tony said helping Ziva get up from the chair she sat in and followed.

"We're calling Director David. He has some questions to answer."

Looks like more stuff is stacking up on Absalom Lamdan! OHHHHHHHHHHHH! Wonder what the director will say? AH!

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