Gibbs walked into NCIS with Tony and Ziva close behind him, surveying the scene that was before his eyes. His father was sitting at Tony's desk, Franks was at Ziva's, and Abby was at his, her bodyguard standing nearby; McGee was nowhere to be seen and while they all looked tired, nobody was injured. His eyes rested on briefly on Jackson, a little harder on the until-now-missing Franks, and then came to settle on the forensic scientist. She was curled up into his chair, arms around her knees, head down, and apparently hadn't noticed him yet. He, however, very much noticed her. She was exhausted, past exhausted, or she would have already noticed him.
"Mike," he turned to the man first, "So glad you could finally join us. Where have you been?"
"It's complicated, probie," came the growled response, and while that wasn't enough to satisfy Gibbs, he turned his attention to Abby who had lifted her head when they started talking. She just stared at him, too exhausted to even ask any questions. Gibbs went to her, drudging up a smile and briefly touching her cheek, the moment reassuring the both of them that everything was still ok.
"Why don't you go down to the lab and crash for a while, Abs? I'm sure there's going to be evidence to process in a while so you'd better rest while you can." He knew she kept a futon there, and he wanted her safe in NCIS headquarters for as long as possible – and there was going to be evidence. Plenty of it. Anything in the safe house was fair game, because they weren't going back there.
"Ok." She agreed without argument, and he helped her to her feet and watched her disappear into the stairwell with Derryn. She still wasn't using the elevators, he noted, but pushed that issue aside for later.
"Dad, Mike, go with Tony. They're setting up fort at my house for now – it's as safe or safer than a safe house, apparently. And no, Mike, you can't help with the investigation, Vance has already vetoed that. Gibbs ignored the disgruntled look his former mentor and partner gave him, instead turning his attention to Ziva and McGee, who came down the stairs from MTAC and entered the bull pen as Tony, Jackson, and Franks headed out. "McGee, please tell me you have something."
"Not really, boss." A quick glance on Gibbs' part revealed that Tim looked just as tired as everyone else. But he was silent, waiting. "The best we have is still those leads in Miami and Canada."
The last thing he wanted to do right now was split up his team. He wanted them together to fight this – but he also didn't trust anyone else to do the job right. Rubbing his face with one hand, Gibbs made his decision. "Ziva, go to Miami. Tim, you take Canada. Be thorough, but don't spend any more time there than you have to. If they're more dead ends, they're dead ends." He stood, pushing out of his chair. "She'll slip up sometime."