"Got him!" McGee yelled, jumping from his chair.

It had been about a week since the team's talk with Eli David. Gibbs gave no clue about what went down between him and Vance after the discussion , and when brave little DiNozzo finally asked what really happened, Gibbs looked up from his computer, gave a quick, what Carlee called, a death stare, and brought his head down again. That was the end of it. The rest of the week had gone uneventful in Tony's and Ziva's case, but that loud yell on this early Friday morning had changed that.

"What?" Tony and Carlee asked in unison, confusion in their tones.

"Remember that BOLO we put on Absalom? We got a hit!" McGee said happily.

Carlee and Tony looked at each other and smiled. They started to rush around their little area in the bullpen, grabbing their coats, backpacks, and the van's keys. Finally the two stopped at McGee's desk and waited. McGee was clicking away quickly on his keyboard, not noticing the two agents.

"Yo, McGoogle!" Tony said clapping his hands in Tim's face.

"Yeah?" McGee looked up, a questioning look flashed on his face.

"Where are we going?" Carlee asked calmly.

"I think we should wait for Gibbs to come back first." McGee asked his eyebrows rose.

"Why?"

"If you want to go Pennsylvania by yourself…"

"PA?" Tony said, eyes wide.

"I would have expected him to be closer if he was spying on you and Ziva." Carlee stated.

"In Philadelphia?"Tony asked, thinking of his days of their police force.

"About an hour from it, in a small town called…" McGee slightly glanced at his computer screen. "Perkasie"

"Never heard of it."

"I have been in Pennsylvania many times, and Perkasie has does not ring a bell." Carlee said.

"I've been there before." A voice said from behind the trio. The three looked around and saw Gibbs walking into the bullpen, one coffee in hand.

"Really?" they all asked.

"Grab your gea-"Before the words could fully come from his mouth, he saw his team was standing a few feet away from , gear and coats in hand.

"Well?" he said.

"Well what?"

"Go get Ziva. She's at physical therapy right? She will want to come."

"Oh yeah!"

"So this is it?" Ziva said as they pulled up slowly to a small town house, right as the clock in the car turned to two.

The police department had given the team the address of Absalom and his license plate number, for they found him from him being pulled over for going through a red light.

The area was very quiet and peaceful, not too much traffic went through the roads that weaved through the town. The neighborhood the team had come to was large, yet very quiet, mostly due to the fact that all the children were at the schools that sat across the road.

"Yes. He rented the place." McGee said, looking at his cell phone, which had an email opened.

"Okay, you two take the front," He said pointing to Tony and McGee. "And Carlee and I will head in the front. Ziva stay here."

They all quickly jumped out of the car. Before following the others Tony quickly turned and gave Ziva a quick kiss.

"I love you."

"As do I" she answered, love filled her eyes.

"Now duck so he will not see you."

"I will be fine." She said, quickly kissing him back."Be safe, remember, he's Mossad."

Tony quickly smiled and walked slowly around the houses corner.

Be safe my love.

Ziva's skillful eyes watched closely as Gibbs and Carlee entered the front.

Why can't my legs work? I should be in there with Tony, catching that bastard. Luckily they have Carlee…

Ziva brought her senses back to the task at hand, focusing on the capture of Absalom. But what shocked the agent was that she had heard nothing. She had expected something, a crash, yells or angry screams, anything indicating that Absalom had be found and caught. Suddenly a shadow in an upstairs window caught Ziva's eye?

Tony? Gibbs?

The window flew open and a screen was pushed out, falling onto the pavement below. A familiar face looked out and down.

Absalom!

Grabbing the door handle in front of her she pushed it opened, and with all her power yelled, " He's out front!"

The man suddenly jumped, landing silently on his feet, a tactic used by Mossad. He locked eyes with Ziva, fear flashed through his face.

Why fear?

It disappeared as he raced forward, straight to the road. Ziva tried to stand, but without the help from Tony, getting up was impossible. She pushed and pulled but with no success. She finally swung her head around to see where Absalom had gone. He was across the street and going down a side walk.

Where was he going?

Her eyes suddenly locked to the building his path was going to following. She finally realized were this Mossad agent was going.

"He's going into the school!"

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