Not mine it all belongs to someone else.

He waited until after the directors left before leaving as well, he needed to make some preparation for the coming hours. Having been trained as a sniper, it wasn't a hardship to sit in a car and wait for the hours to pass. He wasn't hungry as he had eaten a full meal before he settled in for the long haul. As for drinks he had his coffee and an extra Thermos ®, a few empty water bottles took care of his need to get comfortable while he waits. So he waits and observes, he sees the cameras on the house, expensive ones. Not one part of the house is in a blind spot even the garage is covered with cameras.

It will make things a bit harder, but still doable. Around ten he starts to get ready; black gloves, a hat and, a favorite black jacket, as his shoes and pants are black and indistinguishable they'll be perfect.

Grabbing his night vision glasses he closes the door without making a sound, making his way to the garage he passes an older pickup in the driveway, he looks in the garage windows and is surprised to see a dark tarp covering a car on one side and on the other a motorcycle. A workbench with tools laying on its surface and a few tools hanging on the walls.

Walking toward the house he makes his way to the side seeing a light on he removes his glasses, walking slowly he can see an open window he pauses trying to look a through the small opening between the curtains. Only to curse softly when he sees a hand come through the opening and close and lock the window.

Walking around the rest of the house he see all of the windows and the back door are locked with no easy access into the house, he does see a security logo on the corner of each window. That kind of security can only mean one of two things, someone is hiding or someone is working special ops, or it's a safe house.

Once he is back in his car he calls McGee. "Hello." a sleep filled voice of Tim answers.

"McGee, get me all the information of who lives in this house." he rattles off an address. "I'll call back in an hour." He closes the cell leaving McGee looking at a black screen.

Groaning as he gets out of bed. McGee wishes that he had a boss that didn't bark orders and worked normal hours when not on cases. The only thing in in his favor is the fact that he can log on to the work computers from his home.

Starting with the address he logged on; or in this case hacked into the registry of deeds. Having acquired the name of the home owner, Fortunato Antonio Russo, is a start; now he gets down to the real in-depth research. The more he searched the more he found nothing incriminating, the person was perfect. One parking ticket, taxes paid on time, no credit card debt, single. He made his living as an analyst for a private company. Just an average person in his early forties, nothing special other than the fact he was a second generation American.

Exactly one hour McGee put his hand on his cell as it rang. "What do you have McGee?"

He reports all the information that he found. "There is nothing special about this man Boss, no black marks nothing screaming danger."

Hearing the report does nothing to calm his screaming gut. In fact it makes it churn all the more. "Good job. McGee. I won't be in the office tomorrow, you and Ziva cold cases." He orders once again Tim is left looking at a black cell screen.

Frowning at the cell, he gets back on the computer seeing if he can find anything, anything at all.

Loosing complete track of time he looks up and out the window and sees that it is daybreak. He showers, as he is eating breakfast he can't stop thinking about Gibbs and what he might do. He know he shouldn't but he has a feeling that Gibbs is once again going to go on his own without backup to whatever he thinks is wrong.

He walks into the bullpen just after seven thirty in the morning.

"What is it McGee?" she asks seeing the look of concern on his face.

Tim explains what happened and the orders that they were given.

Ziva shakes her head. "This is not good, we do not know if that man is a danger to Gibbs. We will go, you give directions and I will drive, yes?"

He nods his head then grabs his weapon and the laptop before joining her walking out of the bullpen and into the elevator.

Glancing at his watch, Gibbs can see it is just past seven in the morning, not seeing any activity in the house he decides to leave and come back in two hours. He needs to eat and stretch and walk a bit he is not as flexible as he once was and sitting for so long has made him stiff.

Hearing a knock on his office door Tom looks up seeing one of his agents. He waves him in with a smile. "Blake, why the concerned look?"

"We have a small problem."

Morrow motions to the seats in front of the desk. "Have a seat, let's hear it."

"You know that when we put the security in that agents house. We put it all over the house, in and out except for the bathrooms and bedrooms. I was going over the video from yesterday. You and your dining companion were followed. Guy was good stayed far back, nondescript car no plate on the front. He stayed away until after you left, then he waited until after eleven to come closer to the house. You can't see who it is, the person is dressed completely in black"

As he reaches for his desk phone he is startled as his private line rings. "Hello?"

"Director, how are you this morning?"

"Tony, Is there a reason that you're calling this early in the morning?"

"I had a visitor last night, I was closing windows so I could set the alarm, I caught a familiar scent in the air, coffee and sawdust. I believed you were followed by an old dog that won't give up the bone."

A laughing Morrow replies smoothly. "I just got the report, Blake went over the video and caught the snooping. Do you want me to talk to him tell him to back off?"

"No need. I bet he'll be back later knocking and demanding to know just who lives in this house. I"m not going to change my routine just to hide from him. If I were you I'd be ready to roll, I'm willing to bet that two of his three rotten musketeers will not be far behind him. I'm going to set the extra special alarm while I do some gardening in the back yard."

"What are you going to say when he finds out that it's you?"

"Coffee's on the deck." Tony replies then adds. "That should make the beast in him more manageable." Morrow can't help but chuckle hearing the flippant reply.

Tony looks at his watch. "It's just after eight now I've already gone for a run I slipped out the back door. Going to go in the office an work for a bit, no one can see in through the window. I'm not scared Tom, Gibbs would never hurt me. As for David, I didn't work with her enough to know what her reaction is going to be. I'll going out to an hour, I need to build a trellis for the peas and green beans you like so much. So you can watch and enjoy the show."

"We should be there in ten minutes Ziva, between the construction and traffic I'm surprised it isn't taking us longer."

"We should have used the lights and horn McGee. It would have made the people move."

"As nice as that might be, there is no way the Director or Gibbs would like to explain to why we used the light and sirens for what should be a ninety minute drive."

"Relax McGee, that app said it would take us two hours I cut fifteen minutes off that. It is good, yes? Gibbs might be in trouble we should have his six." she tells him as they pull up in front of the house.

Seeing Gibbs disappear toward the back of the house, Ziva makes her way to the front door. Smiling as she sees the alarm logo. She can't help but think just how silly it is if the owner thinks a little alarm is going to stop any one, especially someone with her training.

"Ziva we should wait for Gibbs. We don't know who lives here or if there is any real danger." Tim tells her.

"All the more reason McGee, we will clear the house and protect his six. Some people just have the sticker and if they do have the alarm they forget to set."

After all this time Tim knows that in times like this, it is impossible to argue with her. She will just do what she wants anyway. He says nothing as she takes out her picking tool and picks the lock.

She grins at him as she opens the and step in with Tim a step behind her. He closes the door carefully so the neighbors will not suspect anything. What does concern him is the lack of noise.

"See, I told you no alarm. Let us look around see if there is an computer or maybe a laptop." She tells him as she reaches for the door knob on the closet. Letting out a yelp she can feel the shock of the electric current. "Tim help." she calls to him.

It is the tone of her voice that makes him turn around after only going three steps. "What is it?" He asks then he sees her shaking as she hold on to the doorknob. He places his hands on her shoulders and pulls her away from the door.

"It seems that I was mistaken, this alarm system is quite advanced. We shouldn't touch anything metal."

"I closed the door. Maybe the window?" Tim suggests. He goes to the window only to get the same kind of shock when he tries to open it. Upon a closer look they can see a security line sandwiched between two panes of glass. They walked toward the back of the house and into a simple, cozy and functional kitchen. The windows are covered with metal blinds, leaving the skylight to provide the light. "So we have to sit and wait."

"I do not like this." she tell him, as they walk back to the living room.

"I'm going to try and call Gibbs." He takes out his cell after a few minutes he shakes his head and puts it back in his pocket. "We can't call out. We're in a dead zone. The alarm in this house is the best I've ever seen, almost like it's. . ."

"A special ops house." Ziva says finishing his thought.

"Yeah." Time says softly.

Tony locked the blinds, checked the cameras and set the complete alarm before he makes his way outside with everything that he needed it didn't take long to load everything into a wheel barrel from his mudroom. He makes sure that his weapon his completely covered by his tee shirt before he starts his project. The need to protect himself isn't as great as it once was but old habits die hard, and he feels better knowing that the weapon is there.

Walking up to the house just past nine twenty Gibbs puts his best face on while walking up to the house. It is easier to see the path in the daylight as it butts right next to the driveway. He has to huff to himself slightly as he sees a man in the backyard kneeling on the ground dressed in jeans, a tee shirt and work boots surrounded by lumber, and wire fencing and more. Spread out in front of the man Gibbs can see a few pieces of paper. He watches for a few minutes as the man the slips a hammer into the loop on his jeans and what appears to be a handful of nails in to his pocket before he picks up a piece of what looks like a 38x50 piece of of wood.

Walking up to the man in his usual stealthy mode he is surprised when the man doesn't even flinch when he hands him back the second piece of lumber that slips out of his hand.

"DiNozzo." Gibbs replies through clenched teeth.

Tony nods his head before replying with a simple. "Gibbs." Then he returns his attention into making the trellis for the vegetables.

Glancing at the drawings on the ground Gibbs holds the two pieces steady so Tony can nail them together. "So, Homeland." He asks.

"And NSA, I work for both, just for the directors though."

"You should have told me."

"It wasn't my decision Boss, you have to know that. It was a big deal bust not just for the people that were involved here but overseas as well."

He can't help to feel just a little bit better hearing Tony call him Boss. They continue to work in silence Tony knows that Gibbs will talk when he is ready, and he is not willing to help him.

Hearing someone walking Tony turns and looks then smiles, he can't say he is surprised to see Director Morrow standing there with three security men.

"I was craving your steak sandwiches." He says in way of greeting. "Oh and four of my agents are arresting the people that broke into your house."