Hey guys and girls, this is my second fanfiction (third technically but I discontinued the second one because I hit a serious writer's block) I've written and I plan on taking this story very far. There will be some Tiva in this, but mostly through their own thoughts and speaking to one another. No real physical contact because...well...you'll see when you read the story.

This story takes place in Season 10 after Prime Suspect, but there is no real tags to it, I'm only using the episode because the one after it (Seek) gives hints of Ziva hunting Ilan. I'm giving a heads up that the whole Shabbat Shalom/Shiva story has no real role except thoughts to themselves.

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"NO TONY, DON'T DO IT!" they all exclaimed simultaneously. He ignored them, locking the door, sealing his fate. They frantically pounded on the door to no avail. In two minutes, the device under the van would be disabled, and Martino would drive them away from the prison camp. They desperately wanted to drag Tony with them to safety, to find another solution where they all could get away. No one wanted to face the harsh reality that someone had to protect the van, and only Tony was in any condition to do so.

"Martino! Unlock these damn doors now!" Gibbs screamed at the driver.

"I'm afraid I cannot do that, Agent Gibbs. I made a promise to Anthony that I would bring you all back to DC in one piece. All of you are already injured! You will only make the situation worse. He can take care of himself." he replied honestly.

"He's going to get himself killed! We have to get him in the van once the bug is disabled!" Ziva screamed with tears in her eyes. Never had she felt so desperate before. The man that she loved was sacrificing himself for them.

"He's not coming with us, unfortunately," Martino replied calmly. "Once we get out of here, he has to kill Arash Ulman, who is located in another camp. This is the only way to avoid any more loose ends."

Four months ago...

It was a long day at the office. The team just finished a long case involving a marine killing his CO after getting into an argument. It was 0100 and only Tony was in the bullpen. Everyone already went back home, and frankly the only reason why he was there at all was because he had to catch up on his case reports. He should have been asleep at home but he just couldn't fall asleep.

As he walked towards his apartment building he noticed movement in his apartment. There were two men each holding rope and a gun. Immediately he drew his gun and quietly walked up the stairs. As he approached his apartment door, he noticed it was slightly ajar. Carefully opening the door, he saw two men with ski masks on and creeping towards the bedroom door. He fired two rounds into the first man, both in the chest. He kneecapped the second and quickly disarmed him.

"Who the hell are you and why are you here!?" he shouted. In response the intruder bit down on a pill of Cyanide, killing him almost instantly. "Damn it! I have to call Gibbs." He pulled out his smartphone and dialed Gibb's cell phone number. The call went straight to voicemail, which was strange considering the fact that Gibbs couldn't even program a ringtone on his phone, let alone a voicemail. He tried calling his home phone number, but after several rings, he gave up.

He called Ziva, only to have the call go straight to voicemail again. "What the hell is going on here?" he thought to himself. After calling McGee and having the call go straight to voicemail, it was fairly obvious something was wrong. He grabbed his car keys, he called local LEO's informing them on the situation. He got in his car and drove to Gibb's house first since it was the closest.

He arrived at his house to discover something very wrong. The front door was wide open and skid marks could be seen by the curb. He drew his gun before entering the house. He sweeped the first floor for anyone before moving to the basement. Everything seemed in order except for the fact that Gibbs wasn't there but his cell phone was lying on the ground. There was definitely something wrong here. He checked upstairs but there was no one there. Immediately he became worried for his teammates since none of them picked up their cell phone's. He got in his car and drove to Ziva's apartment, going faster than even Ziva would dare drive at.

He arrived at her apartment to discover that her apartment door was slightly ajar. He peeked inside to make sure he wasn't interrupting anything before walking inside. There wasn't any obvious signs of a struggle, but he had a gut feeling that Ziva just didn't have an opportunity to fight back whoever was here. After searching the apartment for her, it became clear that something happened to her as well. He had the sudden pang of worry in his stomach, fearing for the lives of his teammates, Ziva especially. He always had this need to protect Ziva for some reason, and many times he couldn't figure out why he did. Ever since he met her, he had a serious urge to protect her from harm, like a mama bear with her cubs, or a husband with his wife. "Wait did I seriously just think that? Wow DiNozzo you're in deep man." he thought to himself.

He checked McGee's apartment, but there was no one there. Just like Gibbs and Ziva, his cell phone was abandoned somewhere. He drove to Abby's apartment, Ducky's house, and Jimmy's house, but they were all gone. Even Breena was gone which was seriously strange. He drove to Vance's house and knocked on the door. He was slightly relieved when Vance opened the door, but not that relieved.

"Agent DiNozzo, is there a good reason why you're waking me up at 2 AM?" Vance replied groggily. "Yes Director Vance there is. I think something happened to my team. I called Gibbs, Ziva, McGee, Ducky, Abby, and even Jimmy but they never answered. I went to each of their residences but they weren't there. Their cell phones were all abandoned." he replied quickly. Immediately Vance sobered up, wide awake after listening to Tony. "What!?" he nearly shouted.

In a private airfield three white vans pulled up to a jet. Two men holding AK-47's stepped out of each van and opened the back doors, revealing seven hooded figures in each van, plastic zip ties binding each of their wrists. The figures were led out of the vans and towards the jet. A man stepped out of the jet and moved to stand in front of the seven figures. The hoods were pulled off each figure, revealing Gibbs, Ziva, McGee, Ducky, Jimmy, Abby, and Breena.