Summary: The team are sent on the adventure of their lives by a CIA agent with more than one hidden agenda. Death will visit, secrets will be revealed, lives will change. Jibbs, Lily!

A/N 1: Just a little something I wrote in 3 weeks. I hope this answers a lot of questions I have previously posed, and sets a few more. I had this in my head while I was writing the others, and I hope I dropped lots of hints on the way. Enjoy!

A/N 2: Erm, please don't lynch me for this chapter. I swear on my own life that this story is Jibbs (and I love Jibbs). Unfortunately, I was sitting in an exam and had an evil idea. Just remember that nothing is as it seems, and the answers hopefully aren't as obvious as you may think.

Spoilers: For my stories NonExistent Numbers, The Embassy Incident, and Death of a Sailor. It should be possible to read this without having read the others.

Rated: T - to be on the safe side.

Operation Lazarus

Chapter 1: Prologue

Tony DiNozzo closed his phone and risked a glance at the redhead on the balcony. She was looking out over the city and seemed relaxed and calm, in complete contrast to his panic. He forced his fear down and checked his phone, as though it might have miraculously come to his aid in the last five seconds. He risked another glance; she was looking right at him.

She walked through the doorway and closed the glass doors behind her. She smiled at him, a smile that would not have looked out of place on his own face.

Tony had never thought that jeans and a shirt could be so sexy. A few buttons were undone, reminding him that she was off the clock, 'as if any of us have been off duty recently,' he reflected. A loose tendril of hair was bothering him; he had to clench his hands to remind himself that she was off limits.

"Tony?" she inquired softly. "Is something wrong?"

It took him a moment to find his voice. "No, Jenny. Everything's fine."

She smiled again, a devastating smile that he was finding hard to resist. "So what's the problem?"

He forced himself to relax. "I'm just… you know… tired."

She walked closer to him, stopping barely a breath away from him. "I know the last few months have been tiring, but it'll be over soon. I promise."

He tried not to take a step back. Or kiss her. But she was inches away from him.

She closed the gap between them and kissed him. Damn she was good. He tangled his fingers in her hair, blindly trying to remove the pins. She was making short work of his shirt…

He pushed her away from him. "We can't do this," he told her, inwardly hoping that she would just give up, knowing that he wasn't strong enough to stop her.

Her response was to kiss him again, deeper this time. Longer. They pulled apart, both gasping for air.

She smiled yet again, and started to edge him backwards. By now, she had removed his shirt and he had almost repeated the favor. The back of his legs hit the bed and he fell backwards in surprise. She laughed, something he wished she would do more often. She seemed genuinely amused by his actions.

He reached up and pulled her onto his lap. She squealed and kissed him again.

He broke it off when they both needed air. "We shouldn't be doing this," he told her again.

"We're adults, Tony. We can do what we want."

His mind couldn't think of anything to say to that. He flipped her over and kissed her stomach. She giggled.

"You're ticklish," he noted, surprised.

"You didn't think I could be ticklish?" she asked.

"Well, no, but I couldn't imagine –"

He trailed off when he realized she was teasing him. "You…," he couldn't find the words. "You…" He kissed her lips to make up for it.

She deftly flipped him over.

"Hang on." That niggling feeling was back again. "Gibbs is going to kill me if he –"

"He's just…," she searched for the word, "overprotective. What he doesn't know won't kill him."

"He'll figure it out," he insisted.

"I'm not going to tell him." She kissed him; he pushed her back.

"I'm supposed to be protecting you."

"I'm a big girl," she replied.

He was out of words once more. And he guessed he was going to have a rather large love-bite on his neck if he didn't detach her.

She broke off and smiled at him again. "Handcuffs?"

"What?!"

"Is that going to be a problem?" she chuckled as she leant over to the bedside table and snagged his cuffs.

"Err, no, I can do handcuffs." He tried to flip her; she didn't shift. She attached one cuff to his wrist, threaded the other through the bars behind him and attached it to his other wrist. He fought down his initial terror.

"Never been cuffed before?" she grinned.

He tried his bonds. "I could get used to this," he admitted.

"Good." She kissed her way down to his belly button, making him squirm. "Someone else is ticklish," she teased.

He yelped as she bit his side.

She glared at him in response.

"Sorry," he offered.

She climbed off him and picked up his shirt. Using a knife she retrieved from its sheath at her ankle, she cut off a sleeve. She clambered back on top of him…

And gagged him.

She took the cases from the pillows and bound his feet to the bedposts. Then she sat back and admired her work.

"Tell Gibbs I said hi."

This time Tony didn't fight the panic. She was going to leave him here?!

She pulled her shirt back on, put her hair back up, touched up her make-up and stuck her feet in her heels. She kissed his forehead before walking to the balcony and opening the doors.

She was going to leave him here! Tony started to struggle with his bonds, but she had done a good job.

She looked back over the city again. This time, she was going to end it. Even if it involved putting a bullet in his head.

She swung herself over the side, and shimmied down the drainpipe. He wasn't going to know what hit him.