Warnings: Spoilers for s10

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"How did you know I was in the States?" Clayton Reeves asked her with a smirk. "Keeping tabs on me, love?"

"Hardly," Leah said, sitting down on the park bench with him. "Have you worked with Mossad recently?"

"I helped them track Bodnar for some help with a problem back in the UK," Clayton replied. "Why do you ask?"

Leah pulled out the photographs of the woman boarding the ship the night Bodnar was murdered. "We think that this woman is Mossad and she's responsible for killing Ilan Bodnar. I tried talking to the CIA. I'm sure you know how that went... they pretty much slammed the door in my face."

Clayton took the photograph and stared at it. "Sorry, love, it's hard to tell who this is. Could it be a Mossad officer? Sure. But it could also be you for all I know with this poor quality. Let me ask around, I have a few friends in high places like yourself; I might be able to get this cleared up for you. As for the CIA, there's probably a good reason they aren't talking. Everyone in the spy world has heard the rumors flying that they had a hand in Eli David and Arash Kazmi's deaths."

She took the photograph back and slipped into her bag. "You and I both know that the CIA was in contact with Parsa, they had someone on the inside passing on information to U.S Intelligence and Mossad. If they're involved, they were also responsible for the death of Jackie Vance, who turned into collateral damage. If that was to come to light they'd have big legal problems."

He chuckled. "Come on, Leah, we both know who was really responsible for Eli's death—Parsa. He's been gunning for Mossad for a long time. He probably promised the CIA and Mossad the world and stabbed them in the back by murdering Eli, Kazmi and taking Jackie Vance with them."

"I think Bodnar knew this; he was trying to tell me that the night he was killed," Leah said with a shake of her head.

"You know why he was murdered then," Clayton replied.

"Yeah, I know and I have a giant mess to clean up right now," Leah lamented.

Clayton stood, pat her knee affectionately and tipped his head towards a newcomer. "Looks like your boyfriend tracked you down," he said with a cheeky smile, alerting her to presence of someone else.

Leah glanced up to see Tony, briskly walking towards her. She wasn't surprised. She had told Abby she was running an errand and would be back in no time. By now she estimated she had been away from NCIS for over two hours.

"Don't worry," Clayton quipped as he walked away, "everything will work out in the end, love."

"Thanks," she snapped at him sarcastically as he left. Quickly, Leah turned a sweet smile on Tony. "Hi."

Tony glared after Clayton before sitting down. "Abby said you left NCIS two hours ago. She was starting to worry. What have you been up too?"

Leah looked at her patent leather pumps for a second. "Putting some pieces of the puzzle together. Or, at least trying to put the pieces together."

He nodded. "She said you asked about Ziva going to Israel to bury her father."

She sighed. "I did; she went alone and easily could have met with Mossad."

"I have call in about that," Tony responded, reaching for her hand. "Believe it or not I have some friends in Mossad. Can we talk for a moment?"

"About what?" Leah asked, anxiously. He had a serious look on his face. Instantly all the bad break-ups she'd gone through over the years bubbled to the surface.

Tony gently kissed her knuckles. He had to tell her that he was leaving D.C when this was all over. No matter the outcome with Gibbs, he wouldn't be able to work with Ziva anymore. The environment was already toxic, it would only get worse if he stuck around. "I'm going to ask for a transfer," he whispered, "once this has all been settled and we get Gibbs back at NCIS…I won't be able to work on the team anymore."

Leah felt her heart leap up into her throat. "You're…you're leaving Washington? What about… what about us, Tony? I thought… I know the last few weeks have been a little wild… but I thought everything was going well."

He smiled at her sadly. "Everything is going well, Leah. I know how much you love your job and your work, it's something that I admire in you… but I want… I want you to come with me… wherever I end up."

She sat there, dumbfounded. How many times had a man told her they were leaving? Dozens.Not one of those men had asked her to go with them. But could she go? Could she leave behind what she was doing in Washington to be with Tony?

"You don't have to give me your answer now," Tony assured her. "I just wanted to give you time to think about it."

Leah pulled on his suit coat, crashing her lips against his. He wove his hands into her hair, pulling her closer, deepening their embrace. "Yes," she sighed, pulling back from their kiss, "I'll go with you, wherever you go."

Tony was startled; he'd honestly thought she was going to end the relationship with him. While he had hoped and prayed she would say yes, it had been the least likely answer he'd received in every scenario of telling her he'd run through his head. "Really?"

"I'm tired of work coming before everything else," she answered honestly. "I want more than a job. Don't you?"

"For a long time, I've wanted more," he supplied, just as honest. Tony got to his feet, pulling her up with him. "Let's go."

Leah allowed him to move through the park, his arm around her waist, and towards his car. "Where?"

Tony grinned, cheekily at her. "My apartment; we have a date with my bath tub and my bed."

In the middle of the night, Tony was woken up by Leah's phone chiming. Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, he noticed that Leah only sighed and snuggled closer to him. He looked at the clock on his nightstand; it was nearly two o'clock in the morning. Gently, Tony kissed Leah's temple and slid her out of his arms when her phone chimed again. Curiosity was getting the best of him—who could possibly be texting her this early in the morning?

Her phone was on the coffee table. Tony found a pair of sweat pants and pulled them on. He stepped into his living room and easily found her phone in the moonlight. Brushing his finger over the home button, the phone lit up and he saw a couple of text messages from Clayton Reeves. Hello, love, if you want to find out if Miss David met with Mossad back in January, then you should talk to Adam Eschel; word has it that the two of them were keeping company if you know what I mean.

Tony clenched his jaw, placing Leah's phone back onto the table. Hundreds of thoughts began to run through his head, no wonder Ziva had told him to stay behind in D.C when he offered to go with her to Israel. "How could I be so stupid?" he hissed underneath his breath.

Controlling his anger, Tony erased the message from Leah's phone and put the device back on his coffee table. He'd handle this; there was no need to get Leah involved—she was involved enough as it was.

He took a deep breath and stood up. Tony would have to drag Ziva back into interrogation tomorrow morning, he was going to have to ask her about Adam and what she might have been doing with him. He'd be invading her privacy just like she had invaded his by telling Parsons about his relationship with Leah. It was not going to be a pretty sight. Just what I need right now…

For the first time in a long time he wished he could escape to Gibbs' basement, but the team leader had disappeared from D.C since his arrest—Tony had gone by the house to check up on him after confirming Gibbs had posted bail. No one seemed to know where the former marine had vanished to. His neighbors didn't seem concerned; they said Gibbs disappeared like this often.

"Tony?" Leah called sleepily from the doorway to his bedroom. "Why are you up?"

"I couldn't sleep," Tony lied with a tight smile. "Why are you up?"

"Bathroom and then I noticed you were missing."

"Well, since we're up… how about a drink?"

She looked at him, curiously. "Are you sure everything is okay?"

He sighed, heavily. "No. It's not okay. I'm trying to hold a team together that is coming unglued."

Leah didn't say a word, she moved towards his wine rack and pulled a bottle and then two glasses off. In the kitchen, she uncorked the wine and poured them each a generous glass.

Tony sat down at the island and reached for the glass she offered. He smiled, softly. "I could get used to this; sex and late night wine."

"We have to work tomorrow."

"I'm used to working on little sleep."

"Are you worried about Gibbs?"

"He shouldn't go to jail over Bodnar."

Leah took a sip of her wine. She had her people digging deeper, pulling everything they could on Parsa, because she was convinced more than ever that Parsa had orchestrated this whole thing; that he was the one behind all the death and destruction. "He won't," she promised him.

Tony studied her for a moment. He'd read her notebooks, he knew her theories, he just didn't know how she was going to prove them. "There's no evidence that Parsa was behind Eli and Jackie's deaths; there's no proof he was behind Bodnar's death."

She continued to sip her wine. "We don't need proof… we just need to create reasonable doubt."

He cocked an eyebrow. "And you think we can do that?"

"I have some things in my files that you haven't seen yet."

"And here I was, thinking, I had seen everything you had to offer."

Leah sat down next to him, his t-shirt falling off one of her slender shoulders. "Benham Parsa is smart, he knows how to manipulate; before Eli David was killed, I had been in contact with MI6 and Mossad, both were concerned about his silence, like he was plotting something. Chatter was all over the place, and no one knew Eli was in the States until he ended up dead."

Tony nursed his wine, gears beginning to turn. "Then how did the hitman know where to find him? Eli had to have told someone that he was leaving Israel? A close friend? Family?"

She ran her tongue over her lips. "He told Bodnar; we traced some cryptic text messages to Ilan three days before Eli was killed. And if we could trace them, Parsa could trace them as well."

He leaned back slightly. "So, Parsa easily could have planted evidence to lead back to Bodnar. Why didn't Morrow pursue this further?"

"Morrow was convinced that it was Bodnar. Ilan had the motive and the means to take out both Eli and Kazmi."

"Did Mossad kill Bodnar?"

"The CIA agent, the one you were telling me about that saw my notebooks?"

"Yeah? What about him?"

"Regular contact with Mossad."

Tony was itching to pull out his cellphone and find out if that CIA agent had called Mossad right after seeing Leah's notebooks, but then he remembered what time it was. He'd have Abby look into it the morning. He downed the rest of his wine. "Tomorrow, you focus on finding out if Mossad knew about your notebooks… I'm gonna find Gibbs."

Leah smirked at him. "I thought I was the one in charge of the Bodnar investigation? Are you giving me orders now, Agent DiNozzo?"

He chuckled. "I just let you order me around in the bedroom…"

She playfully rolled her eyes at him. "You rather enjoyed my ordering you around…"

Swiftly, Tony got up off the stool and grabbed her around the waist. He pulled her towards him, and kissed her before scooping her up into his arms and carrying her back into the bedroom.