He sat calmly. "Sam and Dean Winchester" He repeated to himself as he stared at the pictures on the big screen. Everyone was doing their own thing, but he was just sitting staring at the screen.

"Got a problem?" His superior asked.

He didn't reply. He just turned and walked to his desk, a deep thoughtful look on his face. "I need to see Abby." He finally said, getting up and walking away. Gibbs followed him.

As soon as the elevator moved, Gibbs shut it down. "Dinozzo, if you don't answer me this time, I will fire you. For the last three months for the time we've been hunting these guys for murdering five marines, you've not joked, you've not shown any signs of tiredness, nothing. You're not acting like yourself. What is going on with you."

Tony replied with a light smile. "Nothing's wrong boss. Just, curious. The FBI hasn't been able to catch these guys and one of their men have gone insane from it and eventually died. What makes you think they will be caught by us?"

Gibbs studied him carefully. His smile was Tony, but it wasn't Tony. "Tony… Is there something you're hiding from me?"

Tony reached around him and flicked the switch on the elevator. "Nothing that would effect the case." He replied. "And I will tell you. When the time is up."

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I never understood what he meant. He just went straight to Abby and they talked quietly. I stayed in the elevator and watched as the doors closed.

This had been happening for months now. Three to be exact. It hurt to say the least. Tony was like my son and he was hiding something from me. Yes, I may have hidden things from him in the past, but those were personal. This… This didn't feel that personal. More need to know really.

And trust me, I need to know.

The Winchesters had been caught murdering five marines three months ago, and we've been on their tail ever since but they always seem to be a step ahead of us. No matter what. We knew now that Sam was a master hacker, even better than Abby, and Dean was a master gun's man and both excelled at hand to hand combat.

The one time we had 'caught' them, we all ended up in the dirt with our own cuffs on us. And yes, I did too. They were good, but I was determined. Something about them set me off. Something about their way of life, the way they handled situations. The way the were so attuned to one another. It almost scared me, but I knew something about their fighting style.

Someone from the marines trained them. Their fighting style showed it. And it had to be their father. Ex-Marine and he'd gone crazy after the boys mother was killed in a house fire. He was convinced to a point that a Demon had started the fire. When addressed on the matter, Tony and Abby had said nothing, but McGee and Ziva both agreed it was insane.

That just added to my worry's. Number one being Tony. Abby talked to him everyday and she kept quiet about it, but she was normal. Number two was how the Winchester kept ahead of them.

Every. Single. Time.

I sighed as I left the elevator, this was hectic. I stopped in front of the Tv and stared at the pictures of the two men again. Nothing was right when it came to them. Nothing.

"Ziva what have you got about-"

"Jethro!"

Something knocked me back. Painful, and hard.

I saw nothing else.