Warning: creep factor.

"I brought Chinese," Fornell announced once he'd stepped past the threshold of Gibbs' front door. "I hear the soup cures all that ails you."

Tony looked over at Fornell, grateful the FBI agent had finally shown up. He was itching to get home but knew Ziva had been right. If he'd left Bishop with Gibbs they'd be picking up Bishop bits off the front lawn once Gibbs shot her to get her to shut up. If it was possible, Gibbs was a worse patient than Ziva.

Gibbs hadn't sat down since they walked in the door. All he did was grab tools, pack a duffel, throw out the perishables from the fridge and groused at Tony ordering him to leave every few minutes. Tony just sat on the couch and watched an old Alfred Hitchcock movie.

Fornell reached into one of the greasy bags he just set down on the dining table and pulled out an item, "Eggroll, DiNozzo?"

Tony stood and went to Fornell, "Thanks," he said as he took a bite. The thing was delicious, he hadn't realized how hungry he was until he finished the eggroll. "I wonder if Ziva wants Chinese," he muttered to himself before pulling out his cell.

"Isn't the patient over there supposed to be taking it easy?" Fornell asked as he noticed Gibbs taking out the garbage then washing his hands at the kitchen sink.

"Apparently, that is his version of taking it easy; cleaning up the kitchen," Tony responded as he waited for Ziva to answer. "At least he isn't building a boat."

"She likes Kung Pow Chicken," Gibbs said as he joined Fornell by the greasy bags and proceeded to eat his own eggroll.

"I know," Tony replied, "just want to know if she wants Chinese or something else. And I should probably ask Bishop if she wants anything. What's Bishop like?" He looked towards Gibbs.

"I don't know," Gibbs shrugged. "Get her some fried rice."

Tony shifted uncomfortably, "She isn't answering." He hung up and dialed Bishop's number.

Gibbs put down the food and wiped his mouth with one of the flimsy napkins. "Bishop?"

"Calling her now," Tony said.

They all waited for several rings silently before Tony looked up, "She isn't answering either." Tony didn't wait another second he raced out the door and jumped in his car.

Fornell and Gibbs followed in Fornell's car and they all arrived in front of Tony's building moments apart.

Gibbs and Fornell only caught up to Tony in the building because he had to wait a few moments for the elevator.

"I called in the car and let it ring the entire way here," Tony said through gritted teeth, "there was no answer."

They all jumped on the elevator and went up to Tony's floor. As Tony approached his door he saw that it was ajar. He pulled his gun and pushed it open slowly. A canister rolled down the ramp as the door opened and when he entered the first thing he saw was Ziva's wheelchair turned on its side.

Bishop was lying on the floor and the window was open. Tony checked the bedroom, bathroom and dining room but nothing except Ziva's gun lying by the bedroom door. His hand started to shake as his heart pounded in his ears.

Fornell had gone to Bishop, "She is alive," he said.

Gibbs went pale and took a deep breath, "We'll need an ambulance," he said to Fornell who pulled out his cell.

Tony holstered his gun, opened the fridge and took out the pitcher of water they kept there. He went to Bishop and threw the cold water on her, "Wake up!"

Tony lifted her up by the arms, neither Fornell nor Gibbs stopping him, "Bishop!"

Bishop groaned and finally opened her eyes, "What the-"

"Where is Ziva?" Tony demanded.

Bishop scrambled up and looked around, "Oh my God," she breathed, "He took her."

"Who?" Fornell asked.

"I don't know," Bishop brought her hand to her head, "Something happened...I got a sudden headache."

Gibbs picked up the canister, "Gas."

"I woke up and saw him," she recalled, "he was in black. Ziva was saying something to him but I didn't understand and then he hit me. It went black after that."

Tony didn't spare a second, he pulled his cell and called McGee. "Tim, hoodie guy took Ziva."

"I'll find her now, Tony," McGee said over the cell speaker, "Just give me a moment. I'm at my desk."

"What the hell is McGee saying?" Fornell questioned as he pulled his own cell. "How can he just find her, we have to put out a BOLO, get the traffic cam video."

Tony looked at Gibbs, "Her Star of David necklace. I gave her back the one with the tracker."

Gibbs inhaled deeply, "Good thinking, Tony," he managed.

"She is still moving," McGee announced, "looks like the old dock area off the Anacostia river. Go, I'll get you an exact location soon. She is about twenty minutes ahead of you."

Hoffman carried her inside an old, abandoned Catholic church. It was part of a larger compound with what looked like a closed school and ancillary buildings. Hoffman didn't stop in the church but walked out a back entrance.

It was dark, but as Hoffman walked small lights on the ground lit, they seem to be motion sensored.

They walked past a gate in a tall, stone wall. Hoffman kicked the gate closed behind him and went into this large, stone building. As they entered, Ziva could make out the word monastery etched in the stone above the door. She knew this place; it was part of the closed Catholic school system and the land had been sold. She couldn't remember much else except there was some sort of fight about it in the papers.

Hoffman hadn't uttered a word since they left the apartment. He'd almost killed Bishop but Ziva had pleaded for her life and agreed to come with him. As far as Ziva could tell; Hoffman had been working with Jonas Cobb - the Port to Port killer. Cobb had been part of the Frankenstein Project Vance and Davenport had instituted years ago. She supposed that Cobb wasn't the only mentally injured person to come out of that program as she glanced at Hoffman.

Ziva jumped in Hoffman's arms as she heard someone else moving in the building. "Who is here?"

"It's fine," Hoffman said. "I want to show you something." He looked at her with pride and something else in his eyes?

Ziva thought she'd done well figuring out that he was delusional right away. He spoke of people like them? Like them she assumed spies, investigators - as that was the profile of the missing agents. He appeared as if he felt they hurt him and the others he deemed worthy of being part of his ilk. What he thought she was beyond an agent she wasn't sure. He spoke of being forced to fight demons - Ziva assumed those were the criminals they fought.

Jonas Cobb had sought vengeance against Davenport, Vance and Navy personnel; some of which were involved in the Watcher's project. It was all so convoluted. But the simple fact was that the Frankenstein Project had warped him and Cobb and now Hoffman continued to lash out in his own delusions. But were there more of them? Who else was here?

Hoffman walked down long hallways past many doors until they came to a set of double doors partially ajar. Hoffman pushed them open with his back and carried her in. The room was dark but it seemed to be a chapel with an altar. He took her to the altar and sat her down before going and lighting large candles that sat on tall, wrought iron stands and circled the room.

As he lit each candle the room's detail became clear. There were paintings of saints, the room was two stories tall and circling the walls were what appeared to be glass front coffins. Each coffin held what she could only assume was a body wrapped in a white shroud.

"These are the stolen angels," Hoffman said as he continued to light the candles. "Those taken and forced to deal with the demons here. Just like you have been...just like I have been. But it is time to free them. That is my work."

Ziva understood now; Hoffman wanted to stop the pain. He wanted to free others from the pain he experienced under the Project and its missions. Ziva tried to think fast, how could she try and find a way to reason with a lunatic.

"Some were not stolen but wanted to help," Ziva chanced.

Hoffman rushed up to her, placed his hand on her face, "Beautiful, Ziva. They make you believe that but we were all stolen. Only the purest souls could take down the worse demons. They took us from a special place and it is my work to return as many as I can and honor them. This place is sacred. I have performed the rituals here. Each one of them was freed to return home."

"Is that what you will do with me?" Ziva asked softly.

"Yes," he answered, "in time. But I thought...well.. perhaps you can stay with me for awhile? Help me with my work? I can," he ran his hand over her leg, "take care of you."

Ziva's breathing sped, her mind raced. He was close enough, perhaps she could snap his neck? But her leverage for that was all wrong. Her eyes darted around for a weapon within reach but there was nothing. And if she tried, if she managed to apply enough pressure to at least render him unconscious; who else was here? Who else would come in that she would have to fight? As it was she'd have to drag herself out to the street and it wasn't just down a hall and out the door but through buildings. She could do it - she thought she could take Hoffman if she grabbed him in just the right spot. She had to try. She'd grab his head and bring it down against the altar.

"I...I..." Ziva started then put her hands on Hoffman's face but just as she was about to make her move he pulled back when a low buzzing sound emanated from outside the room.

"I will return momentarily," he said as he pulled back and rushed through the double doors.

Ziva looked around, there was another door to the right of the altar, maybe it led out? She looked down, her feet dangled a couple of feet off the floor. Ziva scooted her body to the edge of the altar and lowered her legs to the floor. Her arms shook as she held on to the stone surface of the altar and prayed her back would have enough strength to hold her upright but it didn't and she fell to the hard floor.

Ziva took a deep breath, ignored the pain of the fall, and turned to a sitting position. She put her hands behind her and pulled her body back one foot at a time. Hands, bum up, pull back, hands, bum up, pull back, she kept doing it until she reached the second door. When she reached up for the doors handle she almost cried when it was locked. She took another breath and turned around, heading for the double doors Hoffman ran out of.

When Ziva got to the doors she changed positions and went to her side to keep an eye out. She moved up the hallway they'd come down and heard indistinct noises in the distance. She didn't care as long as the noises kept him occupied. She'd drag herself all the way to NCIS if it meant she could get back to Tony.

She made it all the way to the entrance foyer when she saw someone rush by and head down the opposite hall. Ziva pulled herself against the wall but she was certain whoever it was hadn't seen her. Then she heard the gunfire.

What the hell was going on? Did she risk going out the front door or did she spend time looking for another exit and possibly running into whoever else was here?

No, she had to go out the front she couldn't waste time searching for an exit she didn't know existed. Ziva moved as fast as she could along the floor to the entrance doors, fear spurring her forward. As she got to the door she saw Hoffman opening the gate. Ziva quickly moved to one side, into the shadows and watched as Hoffman ran in and down the hall she'd just come from.

Long moments passed as she pulled her legs back and hid with her only protection the darkness.

"This way!"

She heard someone shout, she knew that voice.. Oh God it was McGee! She looked around and heard footsteps on the stone steps. Ziva looked up at the doors and McGee, Gibbs and Tony burst in with Fornell and FBI behind them.

"Tony!" she pulled herself out of the shadows, her hands black, and reached out to Tony.

"Oh my God," Tony grabbed her and picked her up in an embrace. She could feel his heart pounding through his chest.

"Hoffman went that way," Ziva pointed down the hall, "and there is someone else here but I did not see them I just heard them."

Fornell nodded and told his men to span out.

"Would you guys get me the hell out of here?" Ziva asked breathless, "this place really creeping me out."

Gibbs turned to Fornell, "Go," Fornell said, "I got this. I'll let you know what happens."

Tony picked up Ziva as Gibbs led them and McGee out to the cars.

"How did you find me?" Ziva asked.

"Lojack, McGee style," Tony said.