"You hear from Gibbs or Bishop?" Tony rolled his neck, entering the bullpen and dropping a stack of folders on his desk.

McGee nodded, not looking up from his monitor, "Just after you left last night. The lieutenant was making them wait to interview Grayson."

"Ugh." Tony made a face, "I love Germany but that base is miserable. Can you imagine Bishop needing to sit still and do nothing but wait with Gibbs while a junior officer calls the shots?" He dropped into his chair, "Makes me almost happy to be sitting here going through personnel files."

Tim snorted, "How many coming in today?"

"Nine." He exhaled, pinching his nose and squeezing his eyes shut.

"Headache already, Anthony?"

His eyes snapped open at the accented voice and he smiled wanely, "Just anticipating the inevitable, Ducky."

The doctor looked at the stack of folders over the rims of his glasses, "More interviews from the airfield?"

"And more dead ends." Tim stood up and strolled over to join them. He picked up the top personnel folder and flipped through, "It's doubtful any of the Quantico personnel will know anything. Grayson only passed through on his way to Afghanistan. He was barely there two days."

"Ah, yes, that's actually why I'm here." Ducky held up a folder, "Lance Corporal Grayson never actually left Quantico." He waited for both agents' eyes to lock with his, "That is, until 4 days ago when he was brought to my morgue."

"The body is Grayson?" Tony's mouth hung open.

"You have got to be kidding." Tim groaned.

Ducky shook his head, "Unfortunately, I am not." He gestured to the file in his hands, "It took sometime, what with not having any legible prints but the DNA match just came through this morning." He smirked, "It looks like your main suspect is actually your victim."

Tony's head rolled back again. "Yep, here comes that headache."

"Wait..." Tim was shaking his head, "If the body is Grayson then who is in Germany on his way to Bagram?"

"And who the hell tries to sneak into a warzone?" Tony looked to Tim, cringing.

"I suppose that will be up to Gibbs and Eleanor to discover." Ducky handed over his completed report with a bounce.

"Great." Tony muttered, dropping the folder among the others on his desk, "Thanks Ducky."

He looked up when the doctor didn't move to leave; Ducky was staring, transfixed, as a Marine Captain with an NCIS visitor badge exited the elevator. He followed the officer's movements as she crossed the bullpen before he turned back to Tony and Tim. "Who is that?"

Tony half stood from his desk to get a good look at the uniformed woman being escorted to the conference room. He made a low growl, "I don't know...but I'd like to."

Tim slapped the back of Tony's head and ignored the scandalized look of shock he received in return, "Captain Howell. She's one of today's interviews."

"Oh." Ducky's eyes followed the young woman until she had disappeared around the corner.

"You know her?" Tony frowned, joking aside.

The doctor looked back to the younger men who were both now fixated in the direction the captain had gone. "No. Not at all." He shook his head, "At least I don't think so. She just seemed awfully familiar."

Tony and Tim exchanged glances as Ducky shrugged and disappeared into the elevator.

Tim tilted his head, "She seem familiar to you?"

"Maybe a little." Tony admitted with a wince. He gestured with his chin to the folder in Tim's hands, "What do we have?"

McGee flipped it open and scanned the top sheet, "Captain Kelly Howell. Commissioned as a 2nd Lieutenant out of Annapolis 10 years ago. Helicopter pilot, one tour Iraq, one tour Afghanistan, mostly evac missions. Was based out out of Miramar Base in San Diego but applied for an instructor position at Quantico after taking a maternity leave." He looked up with an exaggerated smirk, "D'Aww; Sorry Tony, she's married."

Tony rolled his eyes and snatched the file out of Tim's hands. "Give me that."

"Transfer completed 4 months ago. Clean record; No run ins with NCIS." He looked back to the first page, scanning up until reaching a line McGee hadn't read aloud.

His face slacked and he looked in the direction of the conference room and then back to the paper.

"What?" Tim followed Tony's attention.

"You missed something, Timmer." He dropped the folder and looked across the squad room, as he pointed to the information that now glared off the page, "But you're not the only one."