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''Where is Agent DiNozzo?''

Tony swivelled in his seat to face the person who had asked the question. When he did, he found himself face to face with none other than FBI Agent Fornell.

''It's nice to know I'm wanted. What do you want?''

''I just want to talk. Don't worry, I won't arrest you this time.'' Fornell smiled sweetly, and gestured with his hand for Tony to lead the way.

Gibbs watched this exchange suspiciously. Nothing involving the FBI was ever good, and DiNozzo and Fornell did not have the best relationship. He stood up to follow his agent, but Fornell stopped him.

''No need, Jethro. I just want to talk to him. If I charge him with anything, I'll make sure that you're present.''

''I thought you said you weren't going to arrest me,'' Tony said.

''Shut up, DiNotzo.''

Gibbs frowned as he watched the two agents depart. They were hiding something. Tony would never willingly go with the FBI. Perhaps it had something to do with the personnel records that Tony had been searching through, or maybe the cold case that he had been investigating. Or maybe the two were connected.

The rest of the team returned to the bull pen. DiNozzo and Fornell were no where in sight.

''McGee. Run this phone number for me.'' Gibbs handed his lover a piece of paper.

''Boss, this is Tony's cell phone.''

''I know. If you don't find anything on that, run his home number.''

''What exactly am I looking for?''

Gibbs just glared.

It took a few minutes, but McGee found something. ''Uh, Boss, Tony received a call from an unknown number at approximately four this morning.''

''To whom does the phone belong?''

McGee hit a few keys. ''Nobody. The number isn't in service. Gibbs, what's going on? What does the FBI want with Tony?''

''I don't know.''

''Thank you.'' Tony accepted his coffee from the vendor. Fornell led him over to one of the benches gracing the side of the walkway. They sat in silence for a few moments, sipping their coffee.

Fornell was the one to break the quiet. ''What can you tell me about Vivian Blackadder?''

Tony sighed. ''Not much. She phoned me this morning in a panic. It was the first time I'd heard from her in nine years. I also know that she didn't turn up for work this morning, but that's about it.''

''We went over to her apartment and heard your message on her answering machine.''

Tony decided not to mention that he had also gone to her apartment. They would probably figure it out soon enough. The two sat quietly for a few minutes.

''Why did she phone you this morning?'' Fornell enquired.

''I don't really know. She said she had screwed up. She was really scared. She didn't know where she was, and couldn't remember how she got there. She started rambling for a bit, then she had a coughing fit, then there was nothing.''

''She's missing. We have no idea where she could be. We weren't working any active case either.'' Fornell sounded tired.

''There's something else. I ran her name through the database when I got here. There is nothing. Every electronic piece of information about her has been erased.''

''How does someone simply disappear?''

The work day was almost over by the time Tony returned to his desk. Fornell had left, promising to keep him in the loop.

Gibbs spent the remaining twenty minutes glaring at DiNozzo, hoping that the younger man could be intimidated into speaking. Unfortunately, Tony had become immune to the Gibbs Stare, and had perfected his own stare, which he sent to Gibbs in return.

Gibbs hated it when one of his agents was hiding something from him. Although, DiNozzo was the only one stupid enough to do so. McGee always came to Gibbs if something was bothering him, mostly because they were boyfriends. Ziva had also come to slowly trust Gibbs. Even though DiNozzo had spent many nights sitting in Gibbs' basement discussing his feelings, if something hit too close to home, the agent kept it to himself.

The minutes passed with out incident. Tony was the first to leave, muttering something about a date.

And Tony really did have a date, with the tapes that he had found at Vivian's apartment. Tony stopped to pick up a pizza on his way home from work.

He quickly devoured four slices, and put the rest in the fridge for breakfast. He took a quick shower, and changed into some comfortable sweatpants.

Finally, he was ready. He put his phone on vibrate, and locked the door. Satisfied that he wouldn't be disturbed, he powered up his laptop, and settled on to the couch, the box of tapes beside him on the floor. He dealt with the memory card first. He peeled it off the lid, and pushed it into the card reader. It was filled with video files.

The first file had a time stamp of two months previous, at 08h12. The camera was set up in a car, sitting on the surface behind the dashboard, trained on an apartment building in one of the older districts.

There was a shuffling sound coming from behind the camera.

''Hah, Uno.'' A female voice.

''Damn it. I hate this game,'' a man said. ''Oh, there he is.''

A set of cards appeared on the bottom corner, as the man lay down his hand to zoom in with the camera. A middle-aged man wearing jeans and a dark coat was emerging from the apartment complex. He walked towards the car, and the camera followed his movements. The man stopped at a bus stop, and waited for the bus to arrive. He was glancing around nervously, seemingly scared of being out in the open. At this point, there was a slight tear in the footage, but it only lasted a second. The bus arrived a few minutes later, and the man boarded.

''Okay, he's on the W19 bus, terminus station is Southern Avenue,'' the woman stated.

Her partner zoomed out with the camera, and Tony could hear the jingle of keys as the man started the ignition. There was a dark blur in the upper right hand corner, and Tony paused the video. He squinted at the screen. There was a tall, dark figure in an apartment window, staring out at the camera. Tony frowned. That couldn't be right. Not at the camera. How did he know it was there? Tony looked again, but his primary analysis was correct. The figure was staring directly at the duo in the car.

Well that was unusual. Tony watched the rest of the video, but nothing else stood out. The rest of the files were all from the stake out. The man left his house at 08h15 every morning, to catch the 08h19 bus. He always caught the same bus, and got off at the same stop. Same routine, every day.

It wasn't until the sixth video that Tony noticed a pattern. In every single file, somewhere in the clip, was the mysterious figure from the first video. It wasn't very noticeable, and it never did anything. It just stood there, somewhere off to the side. Tony re-watched some of the videos to confirm his suspicions. The figure was unusually tall and pale, and was wearing a suit, but was otherwise average. It was too far away to be able to distinguish facial features.

Tony got a piece of paper, and a pen, and recorded when the figure appeared on each file. It was very inconspicuous, and sometimes DiNozzo had to watch the file numerous times to find it. Most of the appearances were accompanied by either audio or visual distortion. Tony also recorded the type of distortion that occurred.

Finally, he reached the last file. It was the same scene as all the other ones. The two passengers in the car were playing chess, waiting for their target to exit the building. 08h15 came around, but the subject didn't appear.

''Check. There's his bus, but he isn't at the stop. He hasn't left the apartment yet.''

''Well, he went into the apartment last night. He's in there somewhere. Maybe he's sick or something. Phone Sam. Maybe he can get some audio inside the apartment.''

There was a small pause, as the woman pulled out her phone. She spoke into it for a few minutes before hanging up.

''Sam says that the apartment is empty. There hasn't been any audio activity there since the subject went to bed last night.''

''Maybe he's still asleep.''

''Unlikely. Something feels off. Should we go knock on his door?''

''Why don't we update Fornell, and wait for his opinion?''

''Fine, you can make the call. Last time I phoned him, he almost-''

At this point, the video went blurry. The footage was tearing in a few places, and there was a low buzzing. The screen abruptly went to black, and the footage ended.

Tony noted that the file did not contain an appearance of the strange man.

He ejected the memory card from his computer, and put it back in the box. He was a bit cramped from sitting for so long, and he needed to stretch. He placed the laptop on the coffee table, and walked to the kitchen to get a drink. He looked at the digital clock above his stove. Oh, it was 01h08. He had to be at work in six hours.

DiNozzo went back to the living room, and turned off his laptop. He would start on the tapes tomorrow. He put his phone back to ringer, and double checked to make sure the door was locked. Satisfied, he turned off the lights and went to brush his teeth.

It was then, walking towards the bathroom, that Tony made the mistake of looking out the window.

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