Stan handed him the letter from Malachi. "This gives all addresses Bodnar is known to frequent, including what looks to be a residence in town, a place outside of the city limits, and a place identified as the Oranienbergerstrasse Synagogue."

"Look it up." Gibbs ordered. Stan began typing on his computer. "You were right, Boss. This was one of the synagogues destroyed in 1938. It's been renovated recently." Stan looked up.

"That's where we'll find him." Gibbs wrote down some notes.

"Boss!" Stan stopped him. He took the letter and made a copy of it. "Here, you can have the whole thing. Better for Director Vance to see anyway."

Gibbs smiled and nodded. He looked at the photos again. He felt he was missing something, something important. But he had enough to get Vance on board. "Let's head out, McGee. We need to get back."

Vignette Eleven: Part Sixteen

Tony woke up to find he was alone. He first panicked, and then forced himself to relax. Ziva knew he could track her so she wouldn't just take off. Unless she took the laptop…Tony jumped out of bed and walked into the living area.

He blew out his breath when he saw the laptop on the table, turned off. He considered it, but then resisted the temptation to actually track her. He busied himself in the kitchen and started a pot of coffee.

He was finishing his first cup when he heard the key card in the door. He pretended to be looking through their stuff, totally unfazed by her disappearance.

Ziva looked up in surprise. "Good morning, Tony. I did not expect you to be up when I returned." She had clearly been running. She was also carrying a brown bag.

Tony smiled. "Have a good run? What's in the bag?" He got up and followed Ziva to the small kitchen.

"There is a Farmer's Market down the block. I thought some fresh fruit would be nice for breakfast, yes?"

Tony looked at her purchases. The fruit did look good and he realized Ziva was probably feeling caged. Not that he blamed her, he felt somewhat hemmed in as well. Which was not the same as being trapped, he scolded himself, so quit worrying, DiNozzo!

"Go take a shower, I'll clean the fruit and slice it up, ok?" Tony kissed her softly on the lips. Ziva's eyes shone brightly; relieved he did not grill her or worse, berate her for leaving without saying anything.

After the night's event, she needed to clear her head. She debated for ten minutes whether she should wake Tony to tell him she was going. She decided that Tony needed his sleep more than sitting around waiting for her, or worse going with her. She loved his company, but she needed to be by herself this morning, to think, to process.

Ziva sighed and stepped into the shower. She had no illusion that Tony had a mild heart attack when he woke up to find her gone. She had to give him points for not running out after her, although she wasn't sure where he thought he would be going.

She wondered briefly if he had tried to track her with the software, but decided he hadn't. He looked surprised and relieved when she returned. He would know she was heading back to the hotel if he had been using the software. That brought a soft smile to her face, wanting to believe that he trusted her to go out on her own, to not question her.

She pressed her head against the cool tile. Coupled with the warm water, she felt the tension ooze out of her body. The run had done her good, relieving stress and releasing endorphins. When she finally ended her shower, she felt more refreshed than she had in days.

She quickly got dress and joined Tony in the living room. The fruit was sliced and set out on plates. She grabbed a slice of mango and bit into its succulent flesh. "The fruit here is wonderful. I wish we could get it like this at home."

Tony felt a pang of nostalgia and relief that Ziva referred to "Home". It sent a clear message to him that she knew that she had a home, and intended to return to it.

He took her hand and kissed it, then just as quickly resumed eating his breakfast. Ziva looked closely at him, knowing he was caught up in some emotion but didn't want to make a big deal about it. She chose to follow his lead.

"We should contact Stan around noon. Knowing Malachi, he arranged for overnight delivery of the package." Ziva chewed thoughtfully.

Tony nodded in agreement. "I hope it got there before Gibbs and McGee left. It will save us some time if he already has the pertinent info he needs to get Vance on board."

Ziva raised an eyebrow. "Do you think Gibbs will look at it, before I get a chance to?"

Tony smiled softly. "I would, if I were in his shoes. It's not personal, Ziva. This is important Intel. Don't be upset if he does."

Ziva considered what Tony said and reluctantly agreed. It was being sent to her, but it was for the team. After thinking about it, she sincerely hoped that Gibbs had opened the package if it came while they were still in base.

They cleaned up and started picking out what they would need for the Berlin trip. After several discussions, they decided they should wait to hear if Vance was sending a team or not.

Tony sat down, frustrated. "You know, as much as I want the team's involvement, it was easier when it was just the two of us. Maybe Gibbs has a point about being concerned we won't be able to act as part of the team anymore when we get back."

Ziva sat next to Tony, rubbing his back. "I understand how you feel. It was very difficult for me when I first joined as the Liaison, remember? I had been accountable to myself and to my Director and my partner only for so long. I felt like a boat out of water having to deal with so many dynamics."

Tony grinned. "Fish out of water. And thanks for reminding me: I had forgotten how awkward you felt working with all of us, having trouble with the chain of command. But you learned to deal with it, and embrace it. I feel better now. We'll be ok, eventually." He kissed her deeply and touched his forehead to hers.

"I love you so much, Ziva. And I don't mind admitting that I'm afraid of what is coming. But I'm with you and I have your back. Don't ever doubt that." He held her hand tightly, willing her to listen to him.

Ziva stroked his cheek. "I love you too, Tony. And I will never doubt you. And I am afraid as well. That is why we will be careful: we have too much to lose."

Tony hung his head at that. He still entertained thoughts that Ziva might act the Martyr, seeking revenge on her father. He mentally slapped himself for doubting her love for him and her desire to remain at his side. He felt his resolve strengthen.

"Let's call Stan, and see if he got the package. Now that things are moving, I want this to get over with." Tony picked up a new phone and called Stan.

Stan agreed to meet them around 2 p.m. at the hotel, knowing they would want to get the package as soon as possible. They kept their conversation short; Stan would fill them in when he got there.

He arrived promptly at their door, and quickly handed over the package. "Gibbs and McGee were in my office when it arrived. Gibbs already looked through it." Stan wasn't sure how this bit of news would be received and was relieved that both Tony and Ziva nodded their heads.

Ziva quickly scanned the letter, noting the addresses. She looked up as Tony silently handed her the photos. She laid them all out on the table.

One by one, she pointed out the various individuals. "This one is Josef Bachmann she pointed to one picture and this is Amiv Schreier. I remember them from the Kidon unit." Ziva shook her head. "I thought they were good men, and followers of my father." She looked with interest at the other photos.

One by one, she gave names to the faces: Moshe Bohmer, Tuval Seidel, and Eiran Wexler. "These are all I recognize from Mossad. The other four I do not know." She took the blurry photo of what was clearly a woman.

She felt a chill but couldn't define what she was feeling. She felt she knew who this was, but the photo was unyielding.

"Unless I'm mistaken, the surnames of these men you have identified are all German." Tony said quietly, looking at Stan and Ziva.

"That would make sense, given Bodnar's background and where he is right now. Do either of you speak German?" Stan asked.

"I do." Ziva answered absently, still fingering the photo. Sighing, she put it down. "Let me see the list that Malachi sent, please."

Ziva perused the names on the list. There were eleven names, including Bodnar and Malachi. Nine of the names belonged to the men in the pictures included; the woman's name was notably absent.

"What's this about MC?" Tony looked up in surprise, finally reading the "fake Intel" report dropped off by Cagnani.

"Gibbs was surprised by that as well. We thought it interesting that Bodnar's camp knew about him. Could they be using him? Gibbs thought maybe it was put in the report to divert us away from Bodnar, since we are just as interested in catching him."

"McGee has a program tracking MC." Tony pursed his lips together. "Wouldn't it be interesting if his footprints lead to Germany?"

Ziva and Stan looked at Tony in surprise. "You think MC is working with Bodnar?"

"Or at least Bodnar might be utilizing MC. Think about it, when did MC first become a threat to us?"

Ziva frowned. "After my father's death. But there were other countries' Intel systems that had been attacked by MC prior to that."

"In fact, Iran's VIVAC system was hacked when Kazmi had the file sent to us. Who else could it have been?" Tony speculated. "Gibbs told me Kazmi admitted to their system being hacked five times in the past."

Stan cocked an eyebrow at that. "Well, I can believe Bodnar would want Intel from Iran, given his hatred for them. It would give him the upper hand."

"Clearly, Bodnar's been planning a coup for a long time, maybe even years. I think what happened in January was because of the meeting with your father and Kazmi, Ziva."

Ziva nodded, trying to remember the last time she had spoken to Bodnar before her father's death, and searching for any clue that would indicate this would be his path.

She came up empty, not remembering or not seeing anything even in retrospect that should have given her cause for alarm.

She took a deep breath. "Very well, then. Malachi has told us where we may find Ilan. It is time we go looking for him." She looked at Tony.

"I think we should drive to Berlin. It will take us several days, by which time Gibbs may have his approval to send a team. Once they are there, word can leak out that I am looking for Bodnar."

Tony's faced drained of all color. "Why would we do that? Can't we just find him ourselves? He doesn't need to know we are there."

Ziva closed her eyes. "He will eventually, Tony. Even if I do not kill him myself, he has to know that he did not win. He has to see me to realize that."

Tony looked sad and worried. Ziva was right, but they could delay the inevitable for a long as possible.

"I wish I could go with you." Stan's quiet voice broke the tension between Tony and Ziva.

Ziva smiled and grabbed Stan's hand. "We wish you could as well. You have been a great assistance to us, Stan. We will miss you."

Tony nodded in agreement. "Second that. You've been an incredible help to us, and we won't forget it.

They all looked at each, knowing that the end of this mission was near. "Keep September on your calendar, that's when the wedding is." Stan smiled.

Tony and Ziva looked at each other, startled. Then Tony looked sheepish when he realized Stan was referring to his wedding, not Tony and Ziva's. "Right, Stan. We'd love to come." Tony held out his hand.

Stan took it solemnly. "Give me a call before you go, to give me a head's up. And I'm going to apologize in advance if I turn your tracking disks on."

Ziva chuckled and then gave Stan a hug. "Thank you for everything." She whispered. "We will miss you."

"Aw, guys…" Stan stood up. "Better get back to work, don't want any flak from the higher-ups." They walked him to the door, and shut it behind them. And once again, there were two.

Tony's Apartment- Washington, DC

McGee finished putting the last of the new cameras in place. He looked around; satisfied that even if someone was looking for listening devices they wouldn't be found. He doubted Rivkin would take the time to search: his mission was to eliminate Tony, pure and simple.

McGee shuddered. Even knowing he wouldn't succeed didn't make the coming act easier to get over. He smiled when he thought about the past two days. He knew he missed Tony and Ziva, but seeing them again made him realize just how much he did.

He sincerely hoped that when this was all over with, things would go back to normal. Well, as normal as it could be considering Tony and Ziva were in a committed relationship. Tim sighed and took one last look around.

He flipped open his phone. "Boss? All set here. I'm heading over to Ziva's now. Really? Damn, ok." Tim hung up. Rivkin had been spotted at the car rental at LaGuardia, and his "dot" could be seen pulsing down Interstate 95 South toward D.C., estimated time of arrival in two hours.

McGee packed up his things and hurried out of the apartment. He hoped Rivkin didn't decide to go to Ziva's first. He checked his gun, noting the full magazine.

They had gotten in early this morning, and the time difference totally mess with his head. Gibbs had gone to see Vance as soon as he came in to the office. He was still waiting to hear the results of that meeting, but McGee couldn't imagine that Vance would not send a team. Once again, Tim wondered if he should be one of those going. He shook his head to focus his thoughts and headed toward Ziva's place.

Samuel Rivkin kept punching the buttons on the radio, dismayed at the poor selection available. He finally found a New Wave music station and settled on that. He smiled as he considered that symmetry in his choice of stations and the pro-Palestinian group most vocal against Mossad. "New Wave, First Wave. It is all the same." Considering this a good omen of things to come, Rivkin smiled and stepped on the accelerator.

Shortly after McGee left Tony's place, Gibbs and Fornell set themselves up in Tony's apartment. They decided to use a trick used on Gibbs and Tony. They placed a male mannequin in the shower. Fornell added large blood squibs so Rivkin would be thrilled to see the blood spatter, assuming he was going to shoot him.

If he planned the more intimate "I cut your throat and watch you die" approach, then he would realize he had been duped. Which he would anyway, in the end.

"This is fun, Jethro. We should go out more often." Fornell said seriously.

"Ya' think, Tobias?" Gibbs cocked an eyebrow at this friend. Gibbs was watching the tracking dot on the screen. "He's almost to D.C. I hope he doesn't decide to follow DiNozzo from the Navy Yard." Gibbs looked at Fornell.

"Well, that would suck, since DiNozzo's not there, wouldn't it?" Fornell replied. Fornell knew enough to keep him in the loop, but he held up his hand at hearing about activities outside the country.

"It's need to know and I don't." He shrugged. Gibbs looked worried, but then sighed in relief.

"Well, if he's planning to wait outside the Navy Yard, he's lost." Gibbs quipped drily. Privately, he thought that could still be the case, since Stan hadn't been overly impressed with Rivkin's abilities.

Fornell looked over Gibbs' shoulder at the computer screen. "Those are from Interpol, huh?"

"Yep." Gibbs replied. "He's heading this way." Gibbs went to the window, hiding from view. He watched a dark sedan pull up across the street and park. From his vantage point he could see the rental car sticker prominently displayed in the window.

"Black Ford Taurus, EZ-Budget Rental Cars." Gibbs spoke to Fornell. Tobias whipped out his cell phone and informed his team outside that Rivkin had arrived and what car he was driving.

"Do not engage. Just observe." He barked into the phone then hung up.

"He's coming up." Gibbs said quickly. He ran into the shower and turned it on full blast. He and Fornell then took their positions behind the kitchen island.

Samuel Rivkin got out of his car and looked up and down the street. It was a very nice neighborhood and he sniffed his nose in derision. He doubted this killer had ever suffered in his life. The fact that Samuel had been brought up in relative wealth had no bearing on his resentment of the lifestyle he imagined for one Anthony DiNozzo. He was not worthy of his consideration, the only thing that mattered was that Michael's death would be avenged.

He smiled to himself and patted his chest coat pocket. He had chosen the weapon of choice for many Federal Agents, a Glock. He assumed the authorities would think that DiNozzo had been gunned down by one of his own. Certainly a man like that would have many enemies.

Samuel hopped the curb and entered the apartment building. He decided to forgo the elevator and took the stairwell to the second floor.

He stood outside Tony's apartment, and whispered a small prayer to himself. Carefully, he picked the lock on the door and quietly opened it. He smiled wickedly when he heard the shower running. "It would be so easy; he would never know what happened."

Samuel reconsidered that scenario and decided DiNozzo should meet his killer's eyes. He knew that he looked enough like Michael to be his twin. DiNozzo would have no illusion of who was standing before him in his bathroom, a gun trained at his chest. He lightly fingered the glass shard: the final act of closure.

Silently, Samuel followed the sound of the water, taking no note of the apartment itself. He would take a memento when he was done, but first he needed to complete his task. His gun out, he walked carefully into the immaculate bedroom and turned to his left, realizing the bathroom was there.

He positioned himself just inside the room, seeing DiNozzo standing under the hot water.

Gibbs and Fornell crouched in silence when they heard Rivkin enter the apartment. They got up quietly as his steps could be heard on the wooden floor into the bedroom.

Guns drawn, they quietly followed him, staying in the closet hallway area.

Rivkin took a deep breath, yelled out "Vengeance!" and fired three shots into the figure. He was thrilled when he saw the splashed of red against the shower curtain.

He screamed again, and whipped back the curtain to plunge the glass shard into his side. His eyes opened wide in shock and terror when the mannequin was revealed.

"Federal Agents! Drop your weapon!" Gibbs barked.

Samuel slowly turned around, his hands up, tears in his eyes. He saw the two men standing there, and then three more joined them, all with their weapons trained at this head.

"Stop him!" Fornell yelled, when he realized Rivkin was going to plunge the glass shard into his own body.

The Agents rushed the suspect and tackled him, wrestling the make-shift weapon from his hand. "No!" Rivkin was sobbing. He had failed…he had failed.

NCIS

Vance stood in the observation room with Gibbs. "Will he talk? Will he give up Bodnar?" Vance asked.

Gibbs shrugged. "He's a zealot, Leon. He knows he failed and is probably more afraid of Bodnar than us right now. Frankly, we probably know more than he does."

Vance snorted at the probable truth of that statement, but pulled Gibbs aside. "Be that as it may, we have a bigger problem, Gibbs."

Gibbs looked surprised at that. "Bigger than some Mossad thug trying to murder one of my Agents?"

"MTAC." Vance said curtly. Gibbs followed in bewilderment. When they entered the room, he was shocked to see a split screen. On one side was the new Director of Mossad, Orli Elbaz; on the other, Former NCIS Director Tom Morrow, now Senior Division Chief at Homeland Security.

"Good to see you, Sir." Gibbs spoke immediately. The last time they spoke was right after Kate had been shot, and Jenny took over. He had a million things running through his head right now, and for the life of him he couldn't imagine why Morrow and the new Director of Mossad would be on the same conference call in MTAC.

"Gibbs, glad to see you're still there, that some things haven't changed." Morrow spoke tersely.

Vance tensed beside him, not quite sure how to take that remark. "Has Director Vance informed you of my concerns?" Morrow's eyes looked at Gibbs, making him feel uneasy.

"No, Sir. We just capture a Mossad Officer who was trying to murder one of my Agents. We had just brought him in when Director Vance had me join him here."

Morrow looked surprised. "Officer Ziva David?" Director Elbaz looked pissed, and Gibbs looked confused.

"Sir, Agent Ziva David is an NCIS Special Agent. She quit Mossad years ago." Gibbs looked sideways at Vance, unnerved.

"Are you sure about that Gibbs?" Morrow barked. "According to intelligence I have, not only didn't she quit, but she's been working as a double agent for the past four years!"

Gibbs stood stock still, not sure he had heard his former Director correctly. He looked at Vance, shocked. Vance was angrily chewing on a toothpick.

"Chief Morrow is of the opinion that Agent David is not looking for Ilan Bodnar to kill him, but to rejoin his ranks. He believes David was in on the coup from the beginning and is using all of us for her benefit."

Gibbs sat down heavily. "This can't be true!" Gibbs was overwhelmed and frightened by what Homeland Security was suggesting.

I was really excited to see all the TIVA spoilers out there for the next two episodes, until I saw the title for 10x23: "Double Blind". I am really afraid they are going to go for the old double agent thing for Ziva. Even if she is falsely accused and found innocent, irreparable damage will be done to her and the team. And if she is, then there goes Cote. I am not happy with this train of thought, but since I think that's where they are heading, I am writing it in.