Sorry for the delay in posting, but here's the latest chapter. Hope there won't be as much time between the this chapter and the next. Thanks for everyone who has left feedback so far - its a great motivator!
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Gibbs drove in silence towards the NCIS headquarters, as Tony stared silently out the passenger side window.
"So how long do you think it will be before we hear something?" Tony asked finally.
Gibbs sighed. "I don't know." He glanced towards the dashboard clock. "The Director should be in MTAC talking to someone at Mossad right now. She's hoping they will be able to give us something to go on."
Tony nodded and resumed staring out the window. Gibbs noticed he no longer held Ziva's ring in his hands, but his own still rested firmly on the appointed finger.
"Come on, say it..." Tony said finally. "I know you want to...you never thought you'd see the day, did you? Me settling down and actually agreeing to spend the rest of my life waking up next to the same woman each and every morning."
"I wasn't thinking that," Gibbs replied quietly as he glanced over at him.
"No, I wasn't. From the very first time she worked with us, I could tell that there could be something good between you two. Why do you think I appointed her as your partner and not McGee?"
"Because I was senior field agent and the ElfLord is still a probie."
"Tim stopped being a probie a long time ago Tony, we both know that."
"Yeah...well..." his voice trailed off. "I still don't get it though. I mean, you have always been against there being a relationship between partners. Its Gibbs' rule number 12."
Gibbs laughed. "Well, I can see how well you paid attention to it!"
Tony couldn't help but smile. "Does it make you feel any better knowing that nothing really happened between us until after you left?"
"Only just a little, DiNozzo, only just a little."
"So wait a minute," Tony said talking loudly into the headset he was wearing. "You mean to tell me that Mosaad knew there was threats being made against Ziva's life, and they choose not to tell her?"
"Well, the Director here thought it best to gather some more intel before alerting her to the threat. Besides, the Director knows that his daughter can take care of herself."
"Oh, is that so?"
"Yes, Agent DiNozzo, it is." Tony shook his head and threw his head set off. He heard Jenny and the contact at Mosaad finish the conversation as he left MTAC. When he and Gibbs had reached headquarters, they had discovered that the Director's meeting with Mosaad had been delayed and was just starting. Tony and Gibbs had insisted on being part of the meeting, and against her better judgment, Jenny had agreed. Now, Tony wished he hadn't insisted on being a part of the meeting. He couldn't believe that her father actually knew that her life could be in danger and choose not to do anything about it.
Tony slammed open a door which he knew led into a sparsely-used set of stairs. He pulled Ziva's ring out of his pocket as he sat down on the first step. He held the piece of gold between his fingers. He silently willed it would somehow magically give him some kind of idea as to where he could even begin to start searching for his wife.
In the back of his mind, Tony was somewhat relieved that Jenny and Gibbs had decided to let him go, and give him some space. Over the past few hours, if Gibbs wasn't by his side, then McGee was. He figured that they were both probably worried that he was going to go off and try to find his wife on his own, without either of them to back him up.
"Oh, good, there you are," McGee exclaimed as he opened the door leading into the stairway. He gave a sigh of relief. "Gibbs would have had my ass if I didn't find you soon."
"Don't worry Probie, I'm not stupid enough to go off on my own. Ziva would have my ass if I did something like that." McGee chuckled and then sat down next to Tony.
Both men sat their in silence for several minutes. Finally, McGee spoke.
"So what was it like?" Tony looked over at the younger man strangley. "Your wedding, I mean," he quickly supplied, correcting himself.
Tony took a deep breath before he began. "We had an appointment with the Justice of the Peace on the Friday before Labor Day."
"So that's why you were so hell bent on us having everything finished so we could all have that day off – and the 4 day weekend," McGee said. Tony nodded.
"Believe it or not, Ziva actually wouldn't let me see her starting Thursday night and the entire day Friday. I never thought she was the superstitious type, but she surprised me. So anyway, we spent the day, doing our own thing and met at City Hall around 5. Twenty minutes later, we were married, and that was that. We spent the weekend at a small bed-and-breakfast in the Hamptons and then that following Tuesday, it was back to work."
"Yeah," Tony took another deep breath. "Well, sitting here like this isn't going to help us in finding Ziva any." He stood up and opened the door. "You coming?"
"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute." McGee sat there for a minute, several things running through his mind at the same time. He looked up towards the ceiling. "Kate," he whispered. "please do whatever you can to help us find Ziva. The team had a hard enough time dealing with your death, I don't know if they can handle another. I'm not sure how well you two would have gotten along, but she helped all of us get through some tough times after your death. And look at the affect she had on Tony – I mean, did you ever think he'd actually get married? So, whatever help you can give us, please do. We miss you Kate, we all do."
With that, McGee got up, opened the door and headed towards the bullpen, with a renewed determination to find Ziva.