Tim returned about 15minutes later the soup piping hot and the French bread warmed, "Here you go Boss, tuck in 'You're at your Aunty's' as Ducky always says".
"Meaning?"
"I don't really know, just I suppose, do as you wouldn't do at home," Tim now thought thoughtfully, as he watched Gibbs take a spoonful of the broth "Hey, this is good McGee."
"Thank you, Boss, but after this where do you want to go? I mean what direction?" Tim asked as he cleaned his plate and looked at Gibbs' now empty bowl, "More?" he enquired.
"No that was fine for now, was thinking if we could maybe see if we can find something about Fred, maybe a long, long shot, but what is Fred did kill Teresa, would he stick around the area, I mean let's think Agents here. You have just murdered and robbed, apart from lying low, where would you go? Was thinking passport and passport control didn't fully come into being until after the First World War, if you had money you could buy yourself a passage. Can you find any ships sailing from New York to either Europe or to South America?" Gibbs asked of Tim.
"Sure, but thinking as an agent Boss, I would go home, home as in my native country or at least somewhere I was more familiar with."
"That Tim, was what I was thinking," as Gibbs now watched as Tim typed in something that brought up a list of ships sailing from New York around the time when Fred disappeared.
"Got a ship to Europe, Germany to be precise SS Imperator it was actually bigger than the Titanic it was sailing to Hamburg, got a passenger list Boss," as Gibbs just watched in awe, he was glad he had asked Tim, or was it the other way about, because he would never have got this far, "Passenger list, 2nd class passenger by name of Fredrick Walters. But why second class Gibbs?"
"Want to draw attention to yourself?" Gibbs replied.
"Suppose not, now what?" Tim enquired.
"I would like to find out more of Tom if I could, but Tim it's getting late, I have taken up enough of your weekend. Maybe I'll contact the Manor tomorrow, but could we just as one final task today, have a look and see if any living relatives of Teresa alive in the Washington, Maryland Virginia area?" Gibbs now asked wearily.
"Sure thing, we'll look, for death certificates and marriage of course and see what we can bring up. I'll start with Blair, being a man his name won't change," as Tim started on another quest.
What seemed ages, and with a bored Gibbs now inspecting Tim's record collection and book shelves wondering what next, Tim finally cried, "Ok got Blair, he died Pearl Harbor 1941, he was 33, and Alexandra died in childbirth, her husband remarried and moved to California, but there is a Mary Smith, she was the daughter a Maria and William Watson, Mary is in a Nursing Home in Virginia, she has 2 daughters and a son Christopher. It says that Maria was a Bartholomew before she married, quite a society wedding by the sounds of it," as Tim now turned and looked at Gibbs.
Gibbs nodded; yes he would contact the Manor tomorrow and ask permission to dig.
"Boss, anything else you would like me to do?"
"No Tim you've done enough, thank you for all your help, maybe you could print me off some stuff just in-caseā¦.." he didn't finish. Tim nodded, as he watched Gibbs pick up his jacket, "Thank you again Tim," as he let himself out.
McGee looked at the screen and began to cut and paste more notes onto word. There was one thing he too now wanted to find out, Gibbs had never asked, but Tim knew it was something the Boss would have liked to know, as Tim typed Tom Gibson into the search bar.
