Gibbs' phone was ringing on his desk. Tony looked around for Gibbs and not finding him in the bullpen, turned to McGee. "Probie, phone," he said.

"I am not picking it up," McGee replied.

"Ziva?" Tony turned toward the desk across from his.

"If you want to know, pick it up yourself Tony," Ziva replied.

Tony did not pick up the phone, preferring to let voicemail pick it up. After another 30 seconds it did. "Agent Gibbs, this is Detective Shane Allen with Baltimore PD. Call me back when you get a chance, it's about Jack Workman, my number's 932-2026." Detective Allen left his message and hung up.

"Shane Allen?" Tony asked himself. "Why's Shane Allen calling Gibbs?"

"Who's Shane Allen?" Ziva asked.

"My old partner, transferred to Missing Persons year before I left."

"So what does that have to do with-" Ziva stopped abruptly when the elevator doors opened and Gibbs stepped out.

"Ah, Boss," Tony called, "You have voicemail."

Tony got no acknowledgement from Gibbs, but when he sat down the first thing Gibbs did was pick up his phone and play the message. After listening to it he dialed Shane Allen's number.

Tony could only hear Gibbs' side of the conversation. "Yeah Gibbs what do you need, Detective Allen?....Got it, be right over." Gibbs hung up the phone, opened a desk drawer and pulled out his badge and gun.

"Where we goin' Boss?" Tony asked.

"You are going nowhere." Gibbs replied, hitting the call button for the elevator.

"Well…that was strange," Tony noted.

"A little," Ziva admitted.

"What d'ya think's going on?"

"I have no idea."

"And you don't mind that?"

"No, I do not, because unlike you I do not need to know every detail of everyone else's life," Ziva was getting rather annoyed at Tony, but that was nothing new, "Just do your paperwork. We need to wrap this case up before another one gets dumped on us."

"Where's Agent Gibbs?" The voice that spoke was that of Director Vance, calling from the top of the stairway, just outside his office.

"We have no idea," McGee replied, "A Baltimore Detective called and he walked out without a word."

"Well, it appears you three will be doing this alone then. Got an apparent suicide at Bethesda."

"Grab your gear!" Tony called, "We got a-"

"Tony we heard the Director," Ziva said.

Jack Workman was a reporter for the Washington Post, and one of the best they had. He nearly daily turned out front-page stories, and hadn't missed a deadline in his five year tenure with the Post. So when he missed the one today his editor called him in missing.

When Gibbs arrived at Jack's apartment, Shane Allen quickly filled him in.

"Okay, so why did you call me?"

Shane handed Gibbs a day planner. "Guy was meticulous, planned out every minute of every day, he was going to call you tonight, and had two times before. I need to know why."

"You need to know whether or not I'm a suspect," Gibbs corrected.

"More or less. So?"

"He wanted a comment, I refused, he wouldn't get off my back."

"I take it you don't like reporters." The tone in Gibbs' voice had made it clear.

Gibbs shook his head. "Anything else?"

"There were two…I suppose you'd call them autopsy reports, though they're far from official. Jane Doe 464 and 465, died on the same day. Not sure where the official autopsy is, these appear to be just notes, but they're both signed Dr. Mallard. That's NCIS' medical examiner, isn't it? I also need to know how he got a hold of these."