Hey guys and girls, welcome back to chapter 5 of this story! Sorry if you were a bit disappointed that it took me so long to update this, but hey, I'm only human! Also I'm writing this right now when I'm bone-tired, and truthfully I can barely keep my eyes open right now. With that being said, this chapter may not make a whole lot of sense, and its gonna be a bit shorter than I usually make my chapters. But I'll make it up to you guys and girls...somehow! Longer chapter? More exciting? Idk, something like that.

A month later...

"You should have seen the look on the bastards face, Raul! On his knees, clutching a Jewish Star in his hand! He tells me, 'Please! Kill me, but not my family!' and you wanna know what I say to him? Fuck you, Jewish scum!" Saleem shouted in glee, laughing his ass off. Raul sat across from him, chuckling as he took another sip from his scotch.

"I pull out my AK-47, and I pumped em' all full of bullets! They were all screaming, begging for mercy! You should have been there!" Saleem said, lifting his beer in celebration of another successful terrorist attack on Israel. From out of nowhere, Raul felt something wet hit his face. Raul wiped a smudge of it off of his face and looked to see what the mysterious substance was. Blood.

Suddenly, a guard's dead body fell immediately from the upper floor onto the coffee table and smashing it, the resonation of sniper fire following close behind.

"SNIPER! GET DOWN!" Raul shouted. Both men dropped to the floor of the log cabin, the hired guards bringing up their AK-47's as they shot at the direction of where the sniper fired from. The deafening sound of a TAR-21 echoed through the entire cabin as bullets ripped through the walls of the cabin, some of them clipping the guards. Out of the five guards hired, two were already dead, another with a gunshot wound to the knee, incapacitating him.

The weapon fire from the TAR ceased, causing the cabin to be filled with shouts of panic, and moans of pain. One of the guards stood too close by a window, as the shot from silenced fire put a clean hit straight to the side of his head. Silence.

"Where the hell is he!?" Raul shouted, bringing up his .44 Magnum in anticipation to shoot the unknown attacker. Everyone remained quiet as they tried to listen for any signs as to where the assailant was. After a few seconds, the injury-free guard heard a small click from under the floorboards.

"Hey, he's under the floor!" The guard shouted as a well-placed shot from under the floor hit him straight in the head. Saleem who had been explaining his latest terrorist attack to Raul scrambled to his feet and made for the front door, but before he could take three steps, the assailant put three bullets into Saleem's chest through the window in the door. A few seconds later, the assailant kicked the door open and shot Raul's hand holding the gun, causing him to lose half his hand as the Magnum flew out of his hands and landed right at the assailant's feet.

The assailant approached the last guard, who was moaning in pain, fear evident in his eyes as he was unarmed and unable to move.

"Please, I just work for him! I didn't do anything! You don't have to kill me!" The guard shouted, begging for his life. The assailant ignored him as he raised his silenced Jericho and put a bullet clean through the guard's skull, killing him instantly. Then the assailant turned to face Raul, who was screaming in agony, clutching what remained of his hand as blood poured out.

"You bastard! You shot my hand off! Do you have any idea who I am? I am very high in the Jihad!" Raul screamed.

"Exactly." The assailant stated before shooting Raul in the head three times, blood and brain matter flying everywhere. Pulling out his assault rifle he had slung over his shoulder and re-holstering his Jericho, the assailant walked into the kitchen and knocked the plug off of the gas line with the butt of his TAR-21.

The assailant strolled out of the cabin and back into the woods, as the log cabin behind exploded in a massive ball of fire. The assailant grabbed the silenced M89SR sniper rifle he killed the guard on the upper floor with and placed it in a camouflaged zip-up bag and slung the bag over his shoulder. After walking for a few minutes, he met two other people dressed in all black and wearing baraclava masks, just like him.

"Is Raul and his guards dead?" A familiar Israeli voice asked, coming from the taller and bigger figure of the two.

"Would I be standing here if they weren't, Malachi?" Tony asked, slipping off his baraclava mask. Both Malachi and Liat chuckled as the three of them walked on and further into the woodlands of Virginia.

NCIS

Ziva walked into the bullpen with her backpack slung over shoulder at 9 AM, which by her old standards would have been exceptionally late, but ever since she found out that the Damocles went down and that there were no survivors, nightmares had invaded her dreams nightly, each one worse than the last one. Even good dreams could be bad. In one dream, both Tony and herself were sitting by the beach as their kids were playing in the sand, laughing and sharing a kiss every now and then. When she woke up, she cried nonstop for 3 hours straight, because it was too late to have a life even remotely close to that with Tony.

"Hey, Ziva." McGee said tiredly, rubbing his eyes with his hands. McGee too had taken Tony's death hard, because it felt as if he had just lost his brother. Sure, Tony would always prank and torture McGee for fun, but it was never meant to actually hurt McGee. McGee finally realized that the two of them shared a sibling relationship, and in a way, Tony did such things to McGee to harden McGee, to toughen him up from a probie, and Tony did a good job. And now McGee was the Senior Field Agent of the team, though everyone knew that it was just never the same.

Ziva gave a fake smile in McGee's direction before plopping down into her seat. Ziva glared at Derrick, the newest member on the team, and focused her attention back to her computer screen. The three of them worked in dead silence for fifteen minutes before Derrick spoke up.

"Hey Zee-Vah! What's up?" Derrick asked, throwing a paper ball towards her. Ziva caught the ball midair and chucked it straight at Derrick's eye before refocusing her attention to the screen. No one on the team really liked Derrick for a number of reasons. One, he had taken Tony's desk. Two, he was a notorious playboy much like Tony was, except he always took it too far, going so far as to grab Ziva's ass in a crime scene, only to be thrown to the ground and kicked in the side, then shouted and berated by Gibbs and McGee (Aww, McGee's growing up now!). And three, he was just a douche-bag.

Gibbs strolled into the bullpen with his standard black coffee in hand, going to his desk as he grabbed his badge, Sig Sauer, and phone.

"Grab your gear! Got a dead Marine in Virginia!" Gibbs said, shooting a death glare towards Derrick before storming to the elevator, Ziva, McGee, and Derrick close behind.

NCIS

Gibbs and the team pulled up to a burnt down log cabin in the woodlands of Virginia, Ducky's ME van close behind. The four of them got out of the NCIS van and grabbed the necessary equipment. Local LEO's had already taped off the crime scene, and an officer stood by waiting for them.

"NCIS, we'll take it from here." Gibbs said, holding up his badge for the police officer to see. The officer gave a nod before speaking into his radio, and a few other cops left the crime scene in their cars. A man stood next to the tape, waiting expectantly for someone to interview him.

"Ziva, photos of the crime scene. McGee, interview the guy over there, think he's the guy who called this in. Derrick, bag and tag." Gibbs said. The three of them scurried off as Ducky's ME van pulled up. Ducky and Jimmy both got out of the van, sparing a short hello to Gibbs before entering the burnt down cabin where the bodies were.

"So, Brandon, you said that you heard gunfire, came here, and watched the log cabin explode, at least that's what you said over the phone." McGee stated. Brandon, the man who called about the incident, nodded.

"My brother was a Marine, and I know he was here last night. Just, please, find the people that did this." Brandon said, wiping a tear from his eye. McGee nodded before heading to the crime scene itself.

After about an hour of casing and re-casing the crime scene, they came up with 7 bodies, multiple AK-47's in the cabin, and bullets everywhere. Despite the fact that the cabin had been burned down, they were lucky enough that most of the bodies were fairly intact, and they could easily make identification on them.

"Boss, from what I can tell, the guy with the bullet wound in his knee was Brandon's brother, since he had a Marine tattoo on his arm." McGee told Gibbs, who nodded slightly before waving McGee off. Gibbs always got grumpy whenever they had to investigate the death of a Marine, but even more so when it seems that he was involved in illegal activity. First, five of the men were dressed identically in full black, and some had AK-47's on them. Second, $50,000 dollars in counterfeit bills were stashed in the basement. And three, he was indeed killed by a bullet to the head, and it was very unlikely that anyone would find the need to do so unless he was involved in illegal activities. Derrick was walking in the woods and looking for anything else he could bag as evidence when he came upon a massive pile of shell casings.

"Hey boss! Come here, I think you're gonna want to see this!" Derrick shouted. Both Gibbs and Ziva walked over to Derrick, who was pointing at a pile of shell casings.

"This must have been where the shooter must have taken position initially. I see sniper bullet casings, shooter must have some kind of sniper training. And what looks to be casings from an assault rifle? Whoever this guy was, he was packing some serious firepower." Gibbs stated. Ziva crouched down to the ground and stared at the casings, recognition flickering in her eyes.

"Gibbs, these casings look to be from Israeli weapons. Both of these shell casings resemble casings from a TAR-21 and an M89SR sniper rifle, both of which I have trained with during my time at Mossad. Gibbs, I think this is the work of Mossad." Ziva said in shock. Both Gibbs and Derrick stared at her in disbelief before turning back towards the log cabin. What the hell is Mossad doing here in Virginia? And who was in that log cabin that was so important to them?