Hi everyone! This is a sequel to "Hurt", so you'll probably be a little lost if you haven't read that one first. So go read it, then come back to this one! :)
Like I've said before, I hate writing cases, so pay no attention to the crap lack of details below, and I hope you all can make sense of my craziness. When you read this, please understand that I know Ziva has been put through hell by the writers, so I don't intend to beat her or anything else of that nature. She'll be okay.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

As tired as he was, Tony's heart sank and he quickly stood from the couch walking around it and to his bedroom. Reaching up in his closet, he pulled down a bag and ripped some shirts off of the hangers, stuffing them inside. He tried to remain calm on the phone with McGee, just so he could process as much information as he could. "What do you mean she's missing?"

He could hear McGee swallow, "I mean she's not here, Tony. She won't answer her cell phone, she's not at her apartment, and she hasn't been here in three days. Her phone is off and I can't get a GPS signal."

Tony took a deep breath to try and calm down, "What does Gibbs think?"

McGee sighed into the phone, "We're worried that her missing is tied into the case we were working on last week. Our suspect is Abdullah Ahmed Abdullah.

"Yeah I've heard about him."

McGee swallowed, his nervousness obvious in his shaking voice, "He is wanted by the FBI for basically everything."

Tony stopped stuffing clothes into his bag, "Why was he a suspect in this case?"

"The FBI tells us that he's been capturing and trying to extract information from FBI agents. It doesn't make any sense for him to capture Ziva, because she's not FBI. What does make sense, though, is that she's…"

Again, Tony stopped, "She's what McGee?"

McGee pressed his lips together and shut his eyes, "Been seeing someone from the FBI."

Tony cringed and pulled the phone away from his ear for a second. He knew she would move on eventually, but somewhere deep down inside of him he hoped she wouldn't. He put the phone back to his ear, "Has he been seen around DC?"

"Yeah. Last sighting was in Alexandria."

Tony zipped up his bag and threw it over his shoulder, rushing over to his dresser to add his weapon to his side. "Find him, McGee."

"We're trying Tony. But we're running into dead ends. We need your help."

"Why didn't you call me sooner?"

McGee sighed again, "Gibbs didn't want us to, but I know that you can help."

Tony felt a pang in his already hurting heart that Gibbs didn't want his help. That was the same thing as saying Gibbs didn't trust him anymore, and he hated it. "Yeah McGee. I'm on the way."

"Thanks Tony."

Tony hung up the phone and headed out the door towards his car. Flipping open his phone, he called his senior field agent, or at least that's what the director called him, but Tony had another name for him.

After telling Mark that he wouldn't be in for at least three or four days, he hung up the phone, having no trust in him while he was going to be gone. His gut clenched again, he wondered if Gibbs used to think about him like that.

He shook his head as he sped off towards the airport. He needed to stop caring, if he could, about what Gibbs did or didn't think about him. It was a 39-mile drive from Kings Bay to Jacksonville' s airport. He used this time to call McGee back and get a head start on the case.

The hour and half flight to Dulles was too long for Tony. He quickly got off of the plane and walked with an extra pep in his step towards the doors. He got into the car that was in the preplanned spot.

Tim smiled at Tony as he closed the door, "Hey Tony."

Tony gave him a slight smile and nod, "Hey McGee. Has anything changed?" He shook his head firmly and Tony nodded once, "Okay. Go to her apartment."

"We've checked that already. She's not there."

"I understand that McGee, but maybe you missed something."

Tim gave him another slight nod and changed the Charger's blinker from a left to a right out of the airport. He sighed, "I know it's not under the best circumstances, Tony, but it's good to see you."

Tony agreed, "Yeah, yeah. It's good to see you too, McGee. I've missed the team."

"I'm sorry to call you, but I knew that you could help. Gibbs won't listen to reason, you know how he is when one of us is MIA or in any kind of trouble."

"Tim you can call me anytime. I may not be a part of your team anymore, but I feel like I'm still a distant cousin of the family."

McGee nodded at him, "I think you're more than that, Tony. Your spot still hasn't been filled."

Tony tore his stare off of the road and looked at the side of McGee's head. "What?"

He shrugged a shoulder, "He hasn't filled your spot. Vance is annoying the crap out of him and he has a stack of files on his desk but he hasn't touched them."

Tony sighed and turned his attention back to the dark road ahead.

Ziva opened her eyes and looked around, the space dark around her. Quickly standing and reaching for her gun that wasn't there, she moved around the room, trying to make her eyes adjust. The lights suddenly turned on and she learned that she was in a bedroom. It was actually nice, with a big bed in the middle of the room with decorations and pictures hanging on the wall. She backed away from the man that was walking towards her.

"Hello." He said, his Arabic accent very thick.

"Where am I?" Ziva said. She was looking around the room, her heart thumping in her ears with nervousness.

"You are at my house, my dear." He walked over and sat down on the bed, so she moved further away from him. "Are you hungry?"

"What do you want with me?" She said firmly.

He slowly shook his head, "There is no need to be scared, miss David."

"Where is my gun?"

He chuckled, "It is in a safe place. Please calm down, I will not hurt you."

"What do you want from me?"

He smiled, and Ziva felt goose bumps form all over her body and made her hair stand on end. "Information."

Like I said, Ziva WILL BE OKAY, so please don't let the end of this influence you not to read further chapters. Review? :)