Hey everyone. Here is the next installment of "Undercover Sisters." I hope everyone had an excellent New Year!

Chapter Sixteen:

Exit Strategy in Play

Gibbs listened in to the conversation from MTAC as Ziva, Naomi, and Abby met up with the mysterious leader of the League of Assassins.

"It was a challenge to get past the guards once again, but we have the evidence," Ziva was saying as the assassins looked on. The leader was cloaked rather inconveniently in the shadows.

"It was all too easy to hack into NCIS's security systems. They really need to update those systems," Abby added.

Gibbs bit back a grimace. He had never liked the idea of putting Abby undercover in the first place.

"McGee, can you zoom in tighter on the leader and clear up some of the shadow?"

"I can get in tighter, but I can't clear up the shadows." McGee worked at his computer station.

"You ladies have done well. You have earned your places in our League," the leader was saying. "Have you decided on names?"

"We are the Fates. But we do not like the names," Ziva answered the leader.

"Too complicated," Naomi added. "We do have alternatives."

"Since I have the spider web tat on my neck, I shall be Spinner, the one that spins the thread of life," Abby said pointing to the tattoo on her neck.

"I shall be Threader, the one who measures the lot of mortal life," Naomi said stepping up next to Abby.

"And I shall be Slicer, the one who cuts the thread of life."

"Now that is sexy as hell!" DiNozzo smirked from Gibbs' left.

"Back on point, DiNozzo," Gibbs retorted, hand making contact with Tony's head.

"Got it, Boss."

The mysterious leader—Epsilon Gibbs recalled—finally stepped out into full light. She held three daggers in her hand. "Welcome to the fold, my Fates."

"Got the photo!" McGee exclaimed.

"It is a great honor to be recognized by such a prestigious league. What are our duties?" Ziva asked as Epsilon handed a dagger to each of the women.

"Your next target is this man. He is a FBI agent who is sniffing around too closely, if you know what I mean. Keep a tail on him subtly and take him out when you have the opportunity."

Ziva moved to take the folder from Epsilon. Naomi and Abby moved to look at the folder as well. She opened the folder.

Gibbs restrained himself from laughing out loud.

Their next target was one Tobias Fornell.

"Go. And if you fail me, you die."

"We do not fail," Naomi and Ziva replied together.

"What they said," Abby added for good measure, causing a slight grin from Gibbs.

"Good," Epsilon replied. "Now, Calypso…"

"Okay. Good work. Get out of there," Gibbs ordered the trio.

They didn't need to be told twice. The three women walked out of the lair with the confidence of seasoned assassins, at least in Naomi's and Ziva's case. Abby stood between them, Gibbs noted, keeping her arms intertwined with the two.

They clambered into Ziva's Mini and sped off as Gibbs shut off the cameras and the microphones.

"All of the players are running through our facial recognition system and criminal databases," McGee replied as he transferred the program to his computer in the bullpen.

Naomi grimaced as she watched Agent Fornell pay for his cup of coffee: black, two sugars. How can he drink that spew? I need chocolate or alcohol in my coffee! She shook her head as she did the New York Times crossword puzzle. She looked over her paper and noticed Gibbs walk into the coffee shop as well.

She threw a five on the table and walked out, her surveillance done for now. Naomi drew out her cell phone. Bench, 5min she texted Gibbs. Naomi took a seat on the bench and finished her crossword puzzle. Gibbs followed her two minutes later.

"Guten Tag, mein Freund," Naomi greeted, rising as Gibbs stood up.

"Hallo, Naomi," Gibbs greeted, hugging her as if she were an old friend.

"I have an exit plan," she whispered to him.

"Really? Let's walk. It's a beautiful day out."

"Okay."

They walked into an area that was slightly more crowded so that they could speak more freely. "What did you have in mind?"

"The League sees me contact you and inform you about the hit on Fornell. They will tell Ziva and Abby that I have turned traitor. They come after me. Ziva shoots me."

"Then we take them down," Gibbs added. "How long do you need?"

"One week to sew the seeds of discord."

"I think you mean 'sow.'"

"Yes. Ziva and Abby will take the time to follow me, then Ziva will take the shot. Abby will pretend not to believe what she is seeing. She will not be in any danger. We will all wear bullet proof vests."

"Sounds good to me."

"Okay. We will set it up." The duo walked back to the bench. "I really need to get back to work now. Lunch time is over. I shall see you soon." Naomi gave Gibbs a hug again for appearances and strode off to Abby's Deuce Coupe.

"I gave him the message. Did you keep an eye on Fornell?"

"Yes, I watched him walk back to the office," Abby replied, sipping on a Caf-Pow.

"You were not followed," Ziva said from the back seat.

"Okay, let's get outta here."

The days passed without much accident. Naomi made sure that she slipped out of the house several times and hailed a cab to take her to NCIS headquarters. She checked on the lab for Abby and met with Jimmy several times after he finished his duties in Autopsy. On the fifth day, she noticed that she had a tail on her from the League. This time, she told her cab to take her to the Lincoln Memorial, where she had planned to meet with Gibbs and Fornell to tell them about the hit.

I really need to look for a car, Naomi thought as she sat in the back of the cab. She was tiring quickly of taking a cab or a bus to work and back. She looked to her left at the used car lot. Yeesh! Horrible! I want a car that I can work with!

Naomi caught sight of a dented baby blue Volkswagen. It was an older model Beetle. Naomi smiled. I could work with that. She made a mental note of the name and street that the car lot was on. She would look into it when the op was done.

Naomi paid the cab fare and walked up to the Lincoln Memorial, taking in the giant statue of President Lincoln as he sat looking out across the way. Seven minutes later, she saw Gibbs and Fornell, both had their weapons at the ready.

"I do not wish to harm you," Naomi replied, keeping her stance neutral. "I have information."

"Give me your weapon."

Naomi upholstered her sidearm and handed it to Gibbs.

"Knife too, Schmidt. I know you too well."

Naomi handed the knife over as well. "The others are becoming suspicious. My sisters do not trust me anymore. Even now, I have someone watching me."

"I saw that," Fornell replied. "Give us your intel and leave."

"They have put out a hit on you. We have been watching you for a week. My sisters plan to take you out tonight, on your way home from the Hoover Building."

"I have been targeted before. Why are your sisters so different?"

"They don't miss. Neither do I."

"Okay. I will take a different route home."

Gibbs gave Naomi her weapons back. "You'd better be right about this."

"I am." Naomi holstered her gun and walked off. She jogged half a kilometer to a bus stop.

Ziva nodded simply when Naomi walked up to her. "We get the bulletproof vests now," she said shortly as the climbed into her Mini and sped off to Woodbridge.

Ziva's cell phone beeped with a text message from the League. She looked at the message. "The League suspects you," she muttered in Arabic.

"What was that about?" Naomi asked nonchalantly.

"Nothing important, meine Schwester." Ziva's voice was a touch cooler.

They made it back to the safe house. Naomi made her way up to her bedroom while Abby and Ziva talked to the League.

The scene is set. You know what to do next. Until next time!