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17 hours previously

"There's nothing Gibbs, no trace of forced entry…"

"Sign Ziva! No Sign!" Tony exclaimed.

"Yes, yes one of those words. There is still nothing. It rained that night and the next day so most evidence was completely washed away along with any information. We can't even use dogs to trace her scent, especially since it's still raining now."

"Damn. Thanks Ziva. Dinozzo, have you found anything?"

"Well, Ducky had this really freaky story about mob intimidation tactics… but talking to co-workers and teachers didn't reveal too much. Supposedly Kristina was a typical kid, bubbly out-going sweet, and practically perfect, till about a few months ago. Then, when her parents began fighting over visitation rights, she became anti-social. Stopped speaking to the other kids, but she never caused any trouble so nothing was really done."

"So we have a typical anti-social thirteen year old dealing with family dysfunction?" Gibbs asked.

"Maybe boss, but something seemed off. I dunno. It's like the house. It's too nice."

"Ooh? Rich women scare you?"

"Not like that Ziva. She's a kindergarten aide. Do you know how little they make? I do."

"Slept with many?"

"Tend to be either young, stupid with great racks or old grandma types. The former yes. The latter… OW! Got it! But seriously, no money. How did she afford such a nice place? Great neighborhood, great house, great school system, it's got to be worth over a million if not two."

"That might be something we have to explore. Since you seem to understand the complexities, DiNozzo, you're in charge of chasing the money trail. Did anyone notice anything that night?" Looking at Ziva's and Tony's faces, he continued. "No one noticed?"

"No Boss. The storm would have drowned out the sound of the gunshot or anything else. Being the good polite neighbors they are, looking the other way may just seem polite."

"You Americans are so strange."

"Well, we can't all be ninjas."

"Enough DiNozzo. You go look into the financials. See if the money trail leads us to the killer and possibly Kristina. McGee, talk to local authorities, do your computer stuff and see if anything comes up. Ziva. You're with me."

"Oh and boss?"

"What DiNozzo?"

"Who's investigating the father?"

"The father is in prison DiNozzo."

"Yea. But his ex-wife, with whom he'd been fighting with recently over visitation rights just passed away in mysterious circumstances. I'm sure he's going to be relieved to no longer have to pay alimony and child support….isn't the spouse or ex always guilty?"

"He's in prison DiNozzo. I've been talking to him. I've got him covered."

"Just checking boss."

Gibbs sat down at his desk. He hated to admit it but Tony's question had caught him off guard. Question the father? Aleksander Stover was a drunk with a temper. But something like this required finesse. There were no prints, no murder weapon, and outside of the DNA Abby could find no hits off of, there was no indication that anyone besides Madeline and her daughter had been in that house. Maybe the body was moved? Kid killed her….no, Kelly couldn't have done that, he reminded himself. I couldn't have killed Shannon. I would be like Stover, desperate for information. DiNozzo is getting too paranoid…

10 hours previously

She was screaming for him to help save her. "Find me Daddy. Please!" He ran as fast as he could towards the shrieks of terror. By the time he reached her she had stopped screaming for him. She just lay there, eyes wide open in shock. In the silence he could almost hear her say, "I was waiting for you Dad."

"Kels." He breathed, lifting her lifeless body out of the pool of blood. "Come on baby. Breathe." He pushed her mouth open and blew into it. Then, he moved down to pound on her chest. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine…" Again and again he tried to save her. Nothing. Then, he a long sigh. "Shannon! Stay with me!" He turned to see her lying on her side, her red hair flowing down her shoulder. First, lost his daughter, now the love of his life. Weeping, he rolled Shannon onto her back. He couldn't live with them. He wasn't going to look, he didn't want to have the last image of her being lifeless and battered.

He sat there with his head buried in his hands as he realized he had to say goodbye. Hesitantly, he opened his eyes. "Jen?!"

Gasping, Gibbs sat up in bed. It was 2:10 AM. Carefully, he put his feet on the floor and lifted himself off the bed. He froze when it creaked, but Hollis didn't wake up. Then he crept down the hallway, down the basement stairs, and stopped in front of his boat. Picking up the warm glass of bourbon, he sat down on the floor. Staring at the glass, he asked. "Jen?"

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