The sun streaming through the window woke Shiloh up. She shot up with a gasp. It took about five seconds to realize that she was alone in McGee's bedroom.

"Tim?" She padded out into the apartment and was greeted by Jethro. "Hey pal, where's the man of the house?" Jethro whined and nudged her hand. "I'll pet you in a minute, I'm trying to figure out what's going on here." She looked around and blinked a few times to clear the sleep from her eyes. "Aha!" She spotted a piece of paper laid across a keyboard.

Shy,

I decided to let you sleep in this morning, you were so upset yesterday. I'll try to get out early, but no promises. Don't leave the apartment, don't answer the door or the phone. Let Jethro do his job as a guard dog. –Tim

Her eyes narrowed as the read the note. Jethro backed away from her and trotted over to his food dish.

"I don't think so." She rushed back into the bedroom to slip into some clothes.

McGee stood watching Matt Johnson stew in the interrogation room. Ziva walked up to watch with him.

"God he looks so smug." Matt was just as good looking as he had been in his senior picture. He was kicked back in the chair with his arm thrown carelessly over the back.

"I would say he looks bored."

"He should look scared, or anxious, or pissed off. He's a suspect in a murder investigation for goodness sake!"

"Gibbs was not happy that you left Shiloh at home."

"She doesn't need to be here. I don't want her under the same roof as that bastard."

"And you wonder why the boss won't let you question him, Probie." Tony strolled into the room with a smirk.

"Shut up Tony."

"I agree with you. Shiloh has been through enough." McGee blinked in surprise.

"Wow, I didn't think you cared for her, Ziva." She shrugged.

"I never said that I did not like her. If you are serious about her, that is enough for me."

"Thank you Ziva."

"Oh, put the touching moment on hold kids, the boss is going in!" Tony rubbed his hands together.

Matt's expression didn't change as Gibbs strode in and sat. He still looked disinterested and self important.

"Took you long enough." He cracked his knuckles. "Ever occur to you that I might have somewhere to be?"

"Not really."

"What is this about anyway?"

"We have some questions to ask you about the recent murder of Lt. Colonel Joel Evans."

"Murder? I thought he bumped himself off."

"What makes you think that?"

"Its what I heard around the neighborhood. That guy was an asshole anyway."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah." Matt jerked his shoulder. "He was a total head case. He was such a control freak over his daughter."

"From what I've been told he was just trying to protect his daughter from her abusive boyfriend."

"Abusive? Who the hell you been talking to? I treated Shiloh decent."

"Does 'decent' including using guilt and threats to get her to have sex with you? Or telling her that she belonged to you?"

"She did belong to me. Shit, you can't keep your woman in line, you have problems."

Ziva squeezed McGee's arm.

"Stay calm, he can't touch her now."

Gibbs gave a miniscule shake of his head, the agents could see his shoulders tense up very slightly.

"You wanna explain to me what problems you had with Lt. Colonel Evans' daughter?"

"She was a mouthy little bitch. A girl's got certain obligations to fill in a relationship, and she didn't get that. When I'd remind her about her duties she mouth off.

"What sort of duties?"

"Come on, we're both guys here. You're old but you've had your share of ladies huh?"

"Why don't you enlighten me."

"Hey a guys got needs." Gibbs was silent, giving him his famous probing stare. "What's this really about? You got something you really want to ask me?"

"We want to know if there's anything you can tell us about the night Lt. Colonel Evans was murdered."

"I told you, I heard he killed himself. That's all I know."

"Just like your sister accidentally overdosed a year and a half ago with no history of drug or alcohol abuse?" The color drained from Matt Johnson's face.

"What the fuck is this? You have some evidence that links me to either of these deaths? Arrest me. Or I'm getting the fuck out of here." Gibbs drummed his fingers once against the table.

"Okay. You're free to go, but you might want to keep yourself available."

"Whatever."

McGee left to go back to his desk before Matt Johnson came out of interrogation. He forced himself to take several deep breaths. Ziva and Tony followed him back to the bull pen.

"Do not speak to him McGee. Just ignore him when he comes through here to leave."

"I won't say a word."

"Tim!" McGee stopped short and felt the panic begin.

"Shiloh, I thought I told you not to leave the apartment in the note I left."

"I don't like being told what to do. Why didn't you discuss this with me last night? Agent Gibbs said I needed to be with someone until this was all sorted out. What's going on? What aren't you telling me?"

"No one outside the team knows you're staying at my apartment. Jethro is a trained guard dog, I figured you would be fine."

"Why didn't you talk to me about this?"

"Shiloh." Her back immediately tightened.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" She whispered. She slowly turned around as Matt Johnson walked up to her.

"Long time no see. How's it going?" He was smirking.

"I've been better." Her voice was tight.

"Oh yeah, sorry about your old man. How come I haven't seen you around since Ashley's funeral?"

"Because I don't want anything to do with you."

"Always the charmer. Did you tell these nice agents all that crap about our relationship?"

"I told them the truth."

"Come on, you loved being with me." He stepped forward to take her hand, and she backed away, grabbing McGee's hand. "Oh that's how it is. You got your legs wrapped around a Fed. Maybe you did in your old man and you just want to turn the attention away." Shiloh squeezed McGee's finger so he wouldn't retaliate.

"Why don't you just leave Matt?"

"No skin off my back. You were a shitty lay any way."

After he left, Shiloh turned back to McGee.

"I'm an idiot. I should just learn to listen to you. I'm sorry, I should have realized that you would bring him in for questioning after Ducky talked to me." She pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I'll just go back to the apartment." She turned to go, but McGee kept hold of her arm.

"You're already here, you can't go out with him in the area."

"I wish you'd just get mad."

"I am, just not at you. I'm annoyed and frustrated with you, but not mad." Ziva went over and smiled.

"I will take you down to Abby's lab. I am sure she will be happy to see you." Shiloh nodded.

"I'm sorry." She murmured to McGee.

"I know."

She was silent on the walk down to the lab with Ziva. The agent let her work out her thoughts. Ziva reached out to open the door to Abby's lab when Shiloh touched her arm.

"Do you have to deal with a lot of people like me?

"What do you mean?"

"Insane people? People who can't think things through before they act?"

"I do not think you suffer from insanity. I think you are grieving. I think you came here because you are not ready to be alone yet."

"I should have called him first."

"Yes."

"That's what I would have done… Normally."

"These are not normal circumstances." Shiloh chewed her bottom lip.

"I know that you weren't trying to break us up." Ziva looked surprised. "Yeah, a little off topic. But I want to apologize for being such a dick to you when I was at your house. I don't usually behave like a child."

"There is no reason to apologize. I was out of line. McGee's personal business, is personal."

"You care about him, about your team. It's really nice. It gives me faith, that you guys are going to figure this mess out." Her voice thickened.

"Shiloh…"

"No, I won't cry on you. I'll save my tears for Abby if I need to cry. But, I do want to ask you a favor."

"Okay, ask."

"Can we start over once this is sorted out? After my Dad can be put to rest? Once I get back to normal?" Ziva smiled.

"Of course. I will look forward to it." She pushed the lab door open. "Go, keep Abby company. I will take care of McGee."

"Thank you."

McGee was taping away at his keyboard when Ziva returned to her desk. He was frowning at his monitor.

"Trouble, McGee?" He looked up.

"No, not really."

"Something displeasing?" He sighed and closed out of something.

"I'm trying to find Matt Johnson's bank records to see if there's anything suspicious in them."

"What is the problem?"

"Apparently he's still part of his father's account. I can't get into them."

"He does not have his own account?"

"He doesn't make any money, none that I can find. He has no employment record."

"His father does not make that much money. He is a Staff Sergeant."

"He either works under the table… Or it's something illegal." McGee attacked the keyboard again. "Maybe he's a dealer… Why didn't we think of that before? Where would his sister just all of sudden get enough drugs to kill her? What if he used his own stash to make it look like an overdose?"

"What are you doing?"

"Looking up my contact in the DEA. He could be able to point in me in the right direction."

"Drugs…" Ziva looked thoughtful. "If he is a dealer, it would be plausible that he could get a hold of Chloroform. He would have contacts every where, any smart dealer would. That would explain the traces Abby found in the bath water."

"Exactly." McGee started punching numbers into his phone. "Hello, Jake?"