Leroy Jethro Gibbs leaned heavily against the rear wall of the elevator as it rose to the third floor. He ran a hand down his face and sighed quietly to himself. It had been a long week and an even longer weekend. Now it was early Monday morning and he was headed back to the bullpen. He woke early this morning with a strange feeling looming over him. His gut was trying to tell him something, he just knew it. The only problem was that he didn't know what it was trying to say.

Gibbs straightened up as the elevator slowed to a stop. The doors slid open and he stepped into the bullpen. The room was quiet. He heard the faint sound of some papers rustling over one of the partitions, but it was too early for most people to be in the office yet.

He walked over to his desk. Those of his team were still empty. He glanced at his desktop and noted that there was nothing new waiting for him so he continued on to the other bank of elevators to check in with Ducky and Abby.

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Peeking into the morgue he spotted Ducky preparing tools for a morning autopsy. "Good morning, Duck."

"Good morning, Jethro," Dr. Mallard replied, not looking up until he was done.

Gibbs waited, leaning against the door frame.

When Ducky finally looked up, a surprised look donned his face. "Pardon me for saying, but you look like hell Jethro."

"Ever the face of flattery, Ducky."

"When was the last dime you slept? It appears to have been days."

Gibbs ignored this last comment. "Do you have anything new? We're stuck and the trail is getting cold."

" I wish I could be of more help. I have been over the body a dozen times. There just isn't anything more for me to look at."

Gibbs frowned, "Let me know if you think of anything else."

"As always," Ducky called to his back as he walked out.

Gibbs headed to the Forensics lab next. Abby liked to get an early start and he was looking forward to her cheerful smile first thing this morning.

The doors slid open to a silent lab. No blaring music, no tapping on a keyboard, not even the hum of machinery. Silent. Abby must have slept in, Gibbs thought to himself. He crossed the lab to Abby's office and jotted a quick note on a post-it and stuck it to her computer screen. "Come see me" was all it read.

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