Yikes! Bad me for leaving my readers in a pickle waiting for another chapter of this story! I have my thoughts and my life back together. Now, I can finish this story out, finally! Anyway, here is the next chapter, seven pages of enjoyment.

Chapter Fifteen: NCIS Break-In Take Two!

Abby waltzed into the house three hours later, humming happily to herself. She had gotten in some quality time with her man and a goodbye kiss to boot. She knew that Ziva would not be in until morning, but she was pleasantly surprised to see Palmer's car in the driveway. Go, Naomi! She thought happily for the woman that she genuinely thought of now as a little sister.

Abby sighed again. She needed Timmy back in her life. She made up her mind and dialed Timmy, knowing that he would still be awake and typing away on his typewriter.

He picked up on the third ring. "Abby, what's the problem now?" he asked, sounding very exasperated.

"Ever think about giving it another go between us?" she asked.

"All the time," he answered after a long silence. "See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Good night, Timmy."

"Good night, Abby."

Abby hung up her cell phone and walked up to her bedroom. She went to sleep with a smile on her face.

Abby snuck out of the safe house very early that morning and headed to NCIS in her deuce coupe. She checked her rear view mirror to make sure that she wasn't being followed as she flew down the freeway. She was at the Navy Yard within the hour. Soon after that, she parked at NCIS headquarters. She needed to get photos of the poison dart from her evidence locker in the lab. An hour should do it, she thought as she flashed her id and walked towards the elevator to her lab.

Abby quickly found the nicotine dart and examined it, making sure that she took photos of the dart from all angles and measured it accurately. She then placed it back in the evidence locker and walked out, staring longingly at her beloved machines as the elevator door closed again.

By the time that the sun rose in the sky, Abby was back at the house, unlocking the door. She immediately saw Naomi in the kitchen, stirring cream in her coffee.

"Have fun last night?" she asked.

"Yes," Naomi replied with a twinkle in her eyes. "I see from your camera that you were out late too. What did you do?"

"I got pictures of the poison dart so that I can forge a fake one. I got the break in of the computers planned with McGee's help last night. Now, we just have to implement it."

"Really?"

"Yes. And he is interested in giving our relationship another go as well. I talked to him last night."

"So, when are we going to do this?"

"Going to do what?" a sleepy Palmer asked as he walked into the kitchen.

"Break into NCIS again," Naomi answered as Palmer sat down next to her and kissed her on the neck.

"Again?"

"Yes, Palmer," Abby replied. This was quite an unusual sight, seeing a much disheveled Jimmy Palmer without his morning coffee.

"Here. Drink before you drive back to NCIS." Naomi handed him the coffee that she had been stirring when Abby walked in. "I do not need you to fall asleep at the wheel."

Palmer took it gladly and gulped it down. The front door opened again.

"Ziva is just getting home, too?" Abby asked. "Wow, we all had interesting nights."

"Boker tov everyone," Ziva announced with a smile on her face. "Palmer, what are you doing here?"

"He spent the night with our little sister," Abby answered with a suggestive grin.

"Oh," Ziva replied with an appraising glance in Naomi's direction. "Did you two have fun?"

"Shut up, Zee," Naomi quipped. "That is none of your business."

"Well, I, ah, need to be going. It is a long drive back to DC."

He walked back to the spare room to grab his overnight bag. Naomi followed him out to the front porch.

"I got pictures of the dart that they used to kill the last victim. I can now make a reasonable copy of the real dart. Give me a few hours and I can do it. McGee and I also worked on another way to hack into the NCIS mainframe."

"Tell me more," Ziva replied as Naomi came back in with a wistful look on her face.

"I want to know more too," Naomi answered.

"McGee has planted a virus in the computer so that when one of us logs in, the computer will erase the time of the login. He can then loop the computers so that the guards won't be able to see us break into the forensics lab."

"We will be in and out in five minutes, no more," Ziva added.

"We will need to wear long sleeves to cover our tattoos, and I can change my hair back to its normal color," Naomi said in thought. "So, our timeframe is?"

"Day after tomorrow. We go from there."

"How do we get out when it's time?" Abby asked concerned.

"One of us turns traitor," Naomi replied with certainty. "I have already been captured once. Maybe they turned me into a confidential informant. I could start exposing myself after the break in."

"Okay. Then the two of us go after you and pretend to take you out?" Abby asked.

"Correct."

"You are catching on rather well to the spy business," Naomi smiled.

"Okay, we got our plan. Let's set it up."

For the second time in a month, the trio stood outside the NCIS headquarters building ready to break in.

Abby took a quick look at her friends. Naomi put her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of her face. Her expression was blank. Abby could not read her at all. She looked over at Ziva. She was concealing her knife at her waist. Her expression was stony.

Abby also schooled her face to be emotionless. It was a struggle, but Abby thought she managed it rather well. Naomi checked her watch and nodded to them. She went first, heading for Autopsy and Palmer. Abby and Ziva were to follow thirty seconds later.

Ziva's watch beeped and they walked in together. Abby automatically made for the forensics lab. Ziva went for the bullpen. That was a risky move, but Abby knew that Ziva was well trained to complete this mission.

Abby easily made it to her lab. She was not alone though, she noted as the sliding doors made a not so quiet whoosh to announce her entrance. McGee knew that she was there.

Timmy turned around feigning surprise at seeing her. Abby walked up and took his hand, squeezing him at the pressure point between thumb and forefinger. She did not squeeze too hard though. He acted as if he were in pain.

"Sorry, Timmy," she replied sarcastically and punched him—not too hard—in the chin. He went down as if he were knocked out cold.

She stepped over him and turned towards her evidence table. The nicotine dart was still on her table. She pulled out the fake dart from her jacket pocket and turned away from the camera. She pretended to switch darts and put the fake dart back in her jacket pocket.

That was fun, she thought sarcastically as she turned towards Timmy again. She gave him one last look and walked out of her evidence lab. The trio had decided against earwigs this time so Abby couldn't tell her friends that she was done.

She decided to walk out the way that she had come in, via the main entrance. The security guards did not notice her exit.

Shows how much they pay attention to me, Abby pouted.

I hope that Naomi and Ziva are doing their parts in this sham.

Naomi vaguely heard her friend upstairs stomping around in her lab. Now it was her turn. She waltzed into Autopsy with her head held high, praying to herself that Ducky and Jimmy would get the photo—was that the right American term?—and act accordingly.

Jimmy was at his work desk and the first to notice Naomi enter. "Naomi! What a surprise! How come Security didn't let me know you were here?"

"I did not go through Security, Jimmy." She made a cocky smirk on her face.

"How'd you get through then?"

Naomi whipped out her sidearm. "You ask too many questions, Palmer."

"Wait a minute! What's going on here? What did I do-?"

"You fell for the wrong girl, Palmer. It was fun though."

"You—you used me?"

Naomi cracked a small grin. Jimmy was a good actor. "Obviously. Guten Nacht, Palmer." She softly cracked the butt of her SIG against his temple. He fell against her. Naomi repositioned him at his desk, making it look like he fell asleep.

She pressed her lips against his cheek. "Good acting, Jimmy," she whispered as she made her way to the test tube holder. She grabbed three vials of blood—hers, Abby's and Ziva's. She was about to put them in her pocket when Ducky walked in.

"What on Earth?" he exclaimed, seeing Jimmy sprawled on his desk and Naomi with a gun in her hand.

"Shut up and quietly walk into your office, Old Man!" Naomi growled, her SIG now trained on Ducky.

"Is Mister Palmer all right?" Ducky asked as he walked across the lab to his office.

"He is taking a nap. Now, quietly walk to your office, Doctor, before I shut you up forever." Naomi's voice was colder than ice.

"Yes ma'am." Ducky quietly made it the rest of the way to his office.

"Now, get inside and close the door."

He did so. Naomi made her way out of Autopsy cracking a grin as she holstered her SIG and walked out through the ambulance bay doors. If only she had a way of knowing if Ziva and Abby were doing their jobs.

Ziva walked straight through Security with Abby. After departing from Abby, she made for the elevator that would take her to the bullpen and to Tony.

Tony was hard at work at his desk when Ziva sauntered into the bullpen. He looked up immediately.

"Ziva! What are you doing here, Sweet cheeks?"

"Just had to see you, Dear," she purred walking up to him. She made sure her hips swayed a little more than usual. She leaned in close to him.

"Ah, we shouldn't do this in the bullpen," Tony muttered, catching on to the act.

Ziva moved in closer, running her hand up and down his arm. "These the crime scene photos?"

"Yeah," Tony said, feigning confusion. "I really can't discuss a federal investigation right now."

Ziva sat down on his lap, straddling him. In the next second, her knife was at his throat. "I want those photos. On a jump drive, now."

"Why?" Tony croaked out.

"Because you fell for the wrong girl, DiNozzo." Ziva pressed against him. "And I can't let you take in my sisters."

Tony felt the blade nick his skin. He winced. "I'll get those photos for you."

Tony quickly pulled the photos together for her.

Ziva leaned in closer still to him. "Thank you so much for your cooperation." She aimed a quick punch to his jugular, knocking him out for a second. "It was fun using you," she whispered into his ear as she sauntered off, sheathing her knife as she left the bullpen.

The trio met up outside the building indiscreetly. "That was fun," Naomi breathed sarcastically. "I did not like aiming a gun at my boyfriend."

"Yeah. I punched Timmy," Abby moaned.

"I held my knife at Tony's throat," Ziva added with a groan.

"Let's get outta here," Abby replied, grabbing their hands.

"Yeah," Naomi agreed as they walked away from NCIS headquarters.

"So, we have all of the evidence we need to give Epsilon. Now, what do we do?"

"We need to keep our covers intact while investigating the ring," Ziva replied.

"I have an idea, but I need to run it by Gibbs. It is rather risky," Naomi spoke up as Abby started the engine on her deuce coupe.

"What is your plan?"

"One of us turns traitor."

"That is rather intriguing. What did you have in mind?"

"Okay…"

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