"How does he kill them?"

"He doesn't, God does," replies Anna, her voice dark showing no sign of joking.

"Heart Attack. But our young lad had a massive blow to the head," Ducky muttered sorrowfully.

"John fought." It was a simple statement but no one can miss the pride in her words.

"How?" shouts Gibbs, he had missed the unspoken explanation of cause of death and was angry at being left out of the loop.

"Sorry Jethro, would you care to explain my dear?"

"Of course Ducky, Tim can you bring up the head shot of John please?" Tim does so and Anna's breath catches in her throat, McGee moves quickly and holds her waiting patiently. After a few moments to collect herself, Anna backs smoothly from his embrace with an almost practiced ease, squeezing his hand and mouthing her thanks. "Zoom in on the tear on his right cheek," her voice shakes but remains clear. As the read tear fills the screen the injection mark in the centre is clear to all even the shortsighted Gibbs. "Phetetalen, virtually undetectable and causes all the symptoms of a heart attack. We noticed the mark early on but only realised what it was cause he over did the dose on Jones. Stressed."

"A heart attack is an act of God," murmurs Ziva softly.

In the silence that follows, Anna notices Tim's face and feels her own pale. "Timmy, What's wrong?" He shakes his head, silently disputing her worry. "Bull," she responds, "Please Timmy," her voice takes on a new tone of fear. All eyes are on Tim now and all reflect an unspoken fear, a fear of relation. As they stare at him unknown to one another they share a common thought" 'Let McGee not have been hurt.'