Sitting down at his desk, giving Abby free reign to sit near Tim and offer him her comforting shoulder. Gibbs looked over at Ducky. "Duck, I know you want to hear this, but we really need those autopsy reports on these girls."

"Certainly, Jethro. You'll keep me informed?" Turning to Tim, he told him: "Timothy, I am sorry you are going through this, young man, but I do wish you had told us from the start."

"Thank you, Ducky. I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys sooner." Tim answered.

"Why didn't you?" Tony asked.

"Jurisdictional confusion. Now, can we get back to the case?" Gibbs firmly redirected. "Now, McGee! Walk us through it. Start with the phone call, when did you get it?" Gibbs' softened his tone a tad and his eyes too as he looked over at the young man who'd been through more than enough for one person in the last several days.

"I got the call on Thursday, close to 10 that morning. It was from the Car Rental Agency Sara, Heather and Allison had reserved a car from. They had been planning this ski trip to Vermont on Winter break from school, for 3 months. Sara puts me down as her contact for everything." Tim explained quietly. "Anyway, the Car Rental place said the car was never picked up. Apparently, they were scheduled to pick it up by 6 Wednesday night."

"Probie, that' not 24 hours." Tony reminded him quietly.

"I know, Tony." Tim answered patiently, offering the Senior Field Agent a small smile of appreciation for his compassion. "Turns out, all three girls were last seen at 5 Wednesday night when they left their last class together. Everyone who knew them that I talked to said they were real excited about going on this ski trip." Tim's voice broke and he quickly looked away from his teammates. Forcing himself to keep his head in the case, he took a deep breath and straightened his shoulders as he exhaled. Diving back into typing on his keyboard, his eyes once again on his monitor, he continued sharing information:

"I've traced Sara's last known movements." His voice steadily breaking, he pushed himself to keep going. "The last place she used her ATM card was the McDonald's near Waverly Campus." feeling a comforting hand clamp down on his shoulder and squeeze in silent support, Tim took a breath and kept going. "That was at 5:30 Wednesday night." Finally looking up from his keyboard, he was surprised to find that the supportive hand on his shoulder belonged to Gibbs. Tony and Ziva, as well as Ducky had come to stand shoulder to shoulder with him as he struggled to keep his head on straight through this ongoing nightmare.

"What about security cameras and traffic cams, McGee?" Ziva asked softly, feeling for his pain.

"I haven't had any luck getting anywhere with those. I'm sorry, I...just..."

"You're just exhausted, overloaded and not eating or sleeping to boot." Gibbs supplied for him with complete understanding.

"It's a wonder you haven't collapsed under the strain, my dear boy." Ducky soothed. "Jethro, he really needs to sleep."

"I agree with you, Duck." Gibbs said.

"Ducky, Boss. I can't! I have to find Sara!" Tim exclaimed in horror at the thought of sleeping while his sister was missing with this killer running loose.

"McGee! That's what you've got the team for. Go with Ducky. Crash on his couch. Ducky, I need those autopsy results ASAP. Tony! Ziva! take the police report McGee filed and the case report on Heather and Allison. Go over all of it, talk to everyone again. Maybe they'll tell Navy Cops what they wouldn't tell a family member of the missing. Abby, Go get McGee something to eat." Gibbs gave out orders, the churning in his gut not helping him stay objective or focused.

"Wait! Tim, what did your parents say?" Abby asked loudly.

Tony and Ziva froze in their tracks, needing to know the answer themselves.

Tim went white as a sheet and crumbled into his chair, obviously distraught. Gibbs and Ducky looked at each other in grave concern.

"I talked to them on Wednesday night, around 10. Mom talked about how grown up Sara was, being able to make this trip with just friends, how the thought of her all grown up brought tears to my Mom's eyes. They said they only got her voicemail when they called her. I tried calling her too, about 100 times since then. Always her voicemail. Now, I can't even reach my parents

"When's the last time you spoke with them?" Gibbs asked.

"I haven't. I've tried about a dozen times since last night, but all I get is their voicemail at home and on their cells. I haven't even been able to tell them she's missing!" as the fear factor underneath the truth Tim spoke was allowed full access to his overloaded mind his panic began to take over. Seeing it coming, Gibbs crouched down in front of him.

"McGee! Don't. Do. This! You hear me? Calm down."

Even as his breathing was still ragged, Tim nodded confirmation that he'd heard his boss. Putting his head down, he forced himself to regain control of his situation, slowly gaining ground on it, much to the relief of his team.

Before anyone had time to continue on with their assignments, Gibbs' phone rang. "Yeah. Gibbs." As he listened, his face went pale and he carefully reached out and gripped his desk. Although the call was short, it was also, obviously very upsetting. All three team agents were instantly concerned by their boss' silence and the concern etched on his face.

"Yeah, Okay. Got it." was the only response he gave before ending the call, typical Gibbs response. None of them were fooled.

Even the agent who, just moments ago, had felt his world shaken up worse than he'd thought possible, though not as badly as he'd feared, yet, was now concentrating on his boss. When Gibbs looked up and noticed he had garnered the attention of not only his three agents, but the good M.E. as well, he stood up and did what needed to be done.

"We're needed up in the Director's Office." he announced. He, in an unusual move, did not make the first move toward heading up there, but, rather, waited until his agents moved toward the stairs, choosing, this time, to take up the rear as they ascended the stairs. His concern was for his agent who was still being watched over by Ducky, even as they continued to head toward the Director's office. Once outside her office, Ducky made to leave but was forestalled by Gibbs, who silently pointed him in the same direction they were all going.

Ducky was immediately concerned for the young man he was already worried about. For Gibbs to need the M.E. in this meeting was most definitely not a good sign. He could only pray for the best. Whatever this was about, the team was facing it together, which gave Ducky a glimmer of hope that it was not personal for any of them.

Upon entering the Director's Office, the team was brought up short by the sight of a Metro cop sitting at the conference table.