Gibbs settled Kaye into Jenny's office with Ducky, and went down to check on Abby. He knew that she was probably sitting in her lab blaming herself for the fact that the evidence pointed to Tony. He wasn't exactly successful in cheering her up or setting her thoughts back on the right track, but he did manage to convince her that she needed sleep if she was going to help fight the good fight and get DiNozzo's name cleared. He knew damn well that if he just sent her home on her own, she would end up staying up half the night at her place, and going back in to the lab sometime before 0500. So, giving her a stern but quiet "order", he helped her gather her things and tucked her under his arm. It only took him the few moments' trek from the lab to Jenny's office to convince her that she should come home with him and Kaye. When he went in to grab Kaye, he found Jenny sitting behind her desk, working on paperwork with a smile on her face while Ducky taught Kaye the finer points of Solitaire with a deck of cards at the large table. He thanked them both, and with his two main girls, he headed home for another night of restless sleep.

Tony was in a worse state than Gibbs had anticipated when he arrived at his holding cell with his favorite pizza. It had been Kaye's suggestion on the way to school that morning. She had refused to exit the vehicle unless Gibbs promised to bring it to Tony.

He found himself smirking when Tony began his conversation with himself.

"You know, I've been thinking. I'm a federal prosecutor's dream."

"You do tend to date a lot, don't you, Mister DiNozzo?"

"Yeah. I do tend to date a lot but where does it say that dating, you know, a new girl every week is a crime?"

"No, it's not. But it does speak to your deep-seated psychological problems and commitment issues."

"Really? So you're saying my intimacy issues stem from my mother who dressed me as a sailor until I was ten years old?!"

"Maybe! Well, I guess it might explain why you objectify women and treat them as sexual objects. While you're being so forthright and insightful, Mister DiNozzo, why did you sink your teeth into the victim's leg?"

"Because I'm angry, and I'm immature and I like control!"

"You have no alibi."

"Alibi? How can I have an alibi when the murder doesn't even have a time or a date?"

"That's interesting. What about means? Latex glove? Scalpel? You could have gotten these things from ...work. No?"

"Right. Of course. Yes, I ripped a glove at the scene. It seems a little sloppy for a Federal agent who investigates crime scenes but, you know, those are the breaks when you're a homicidal maniac dumping butchered women's remains out in the woods in the middle of the night! Right?!"

Gibbs felt his stomach twist just a bit when Tony looked at him and said, "I'm not getting out of this one, am I, Boss?"

Giving his agent a headslap, Tony said, "Thank you, Boss."

"We're going to get you out of here as soon as we can. Mostly because there's an eight-year-old girl who probably isn't focusing on any of her schoolwork today because she's worried about you. You've barely conversed with her, but she's terrified that you'll be in jail forever. You're the one that she associates with Kate the most, because apparently, Kate spoke of you often. So we're going to figure this all out, and then you're going to sit down with her and explain that you are just fine."

Tony perked up a bit. So Kate talked about him a lot, hey? And Kaye really seemed to like him. Looking at his shoes, he made the decision that as soon as he got out of this mess, he would spend more time with the kid.

Gibbs turned on his heel and headed out. "Gotta get back. Oh, and the pizza's from Kaye."

Tony felt the first genuine smile in several days grow on his face. He'd have to thank her.

The last word. He always had to have the last word with her. It was probably at least a small factor in why they weren't still together today. All week, Jenny had been helpful and sympathetic and even kind toward him. And he had managed to screw it all up in one conversation. Getting angry at her for becoming the director? And all she was doing was attempting to give him much-needed information that she had looked up on her own time to help them out. He was definitely going to have to deal with that later, for Kaye's sake, if nothing else. But he didn't have time now. He had to get DiNozzo out.

Great. The carpet fiber found on the body matched Tony's car. And the blood drop on the leg came back as his, too. It was all just so damn perfect. Bite mark, blood drop, fingerprint in a glove, and a carpet fiber. Whoever was doing this really wanted DiNozzo to pay for something. And now Fornell had no choice but to book Tony. How the hell was he going prove Tony innocent? And worse, what was he supposed to tell Kaye? He was trying to build a good relationship with the kid. Lying to her hadn't been in his plans for that. But he sure as hell wasn't planning to give her nightmares over the fact that Tony was officially in deep trouble, either.

With nothing more that could be done that day, he left Abby in her lab to work her magic, and he went to pick up Kaye from school. He hadn't been able to do that since Tuesday, and it was now Friday. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with her if this whole debacle wasn't worked out soon. Tomorrow, he would need to be in early, so he would need someone to watch her. He figured that worst case, he could probably talk Palmer into babysitting for the day while the rest of them worked on the case. Being his first full week back after having Kaye move in, Gibbs had quickly realized that an after school care of some sort would be necessary, and he needed to find and hire a babysitter that he could trust in case of emergency cases on weekends such as this one. He couldn't keep depending on the team to take time away from their jobs to watch Kaye.

Gibbs strolled up to Kaye's classroom door just as the final bell rang. As per procedure at Brockton Academy, the students in Kindergarten through fourth grade had to be retrieved from their classrooms by a parent or guardian, older sibling, or a designated pick-up person. He stepped inside the open door to see parents greeting their children. Kaye was in the corner speaking with her teacher, Mrs. Lewis. Kaye happened to look over toward the door and saw him coming. She instantly lit up (something that caused his heart to do a little jump) and ran full bore at him, grabbing his hand and leading him toward her teacher.

"Mrs. Lewis! This is Gibbs! He's been really busy, so he couldn't pick me up the last couple days."

Gibbs had seen Mrs. Lewis in passing as she checked him off the list of approved pick-up people, but she had been busy with other parents and children and they hadn't had the chance to officially meet. He had called into the school the day before, warning them, without going into detail, that due to current circumstances, Kaye might be a bit off her game until things were figured out.

"Mr. Gibbs. It is wonderful to finally meet you. I understand you're quite busy with your job. Kaye has told me all about you all week."

Gibbs smiled at the teacher. The woman, probably in her early 40's, was obviously married, and judging by the photos that Gibbs had seen briefly on her desk, had three children of her own. She was shorter, with short brown hair and green eyes.

"Yeah. It's been a crazier than usual week. And Kaye and I are still working out the bumps."

Mrs. Lewis smiled at the two. Kaye was gripping Gibbs' hand tightly, looking up at him with pure admiration. The only thing that gave away her distracted state of mind the last two days, was the fact that she was chewing on her bottom lip.

"Well, it takes time to get a routine in place. But Kaye seems to be adjusting very well." Leaning in closer to Gibbs, she whispered, "I honestly haven't seen her this generally happy since her mother passed last year. She wasn't in my class then, but the staff here knows most of the students even if they don't teach them personally. She seems to be doing much better with you."

Gibbs gave the woman a nod and glanced down at Kaye. He could see that she wanted to go so that she could question him on what was happening with Tony.

The ride home wasn't particularly pleasant. The second her seatbelt was fastened, Kaye began with her barrage of questions. "Where's Tony? Is he still in jail? Have you found the bad guy who was doing this to him yet? When will you find him? Did you give Tony the pizza? Did he like it? Is he still funny in jail or is he too sad? Is Abby still sad? When will he be out? Can we have everyone over when it's all okay?"

Gibbs had answered most of them with his usual two to three word sentences. The truth of the matter was, he didn't have good answers for most of her questions, and it was beginning to piss him off. DiNozzo could be a jackass, sure, but he certainly didn't deserve what was happening to him, and Gibbs wasn't going to stand for it.

After they got home, Gibbs sent Kaye to her room to play. It was Friday night, so there wasn't a pressing need to do her homework that night, and he could really use some time with his boat to sort his mind out. So after a snack, Kaye ran off upstairs to play, and as soon as the first words of So Yesterday by Hilary Duff echoed through the hallway outside of Kaye's room and down the staircase, Gibbs figured it was safe to go down to the basement for a few minutes to himself.

He had been sanding his fourth plank of wood for the boat when he heard the front door slam shut, and footsteps above him. The jingle of keys eased his mind. It must be one of the team members. Glancing at his watch, he realized it was already after 1830, and Kaye would need dinner fairly soon. He looked up at the staircase just in time to see a pair of stiletto boots descend. There was only one person that had a key that would be caught dead in those on a workday. He was in for it. He would probably have to apologize, and he hated that.

Jenny stepped off of the last stair and dropped her purse on the floor in front of it. Pulling the elastic from her hair, she let it fall around her shoulders. She knew he had always liked it like that, though she was highly considering chopping it off to save her time and energy on a daily basis. She grabbed one of the few stools that he kept down there and brushed as much of the sawdust from it that she could before dragging it over near where Gibbs stood and sat on it.

"How is he, Jethro?"

Gibbs paused what he was doing and turned to look at her. Seeing no judgement or real anger (though there was always that level of annoyance on her face when she was around him – he was actually kind of proud of that) on her face, he put down the sanding block, grabbed his own stool, and sat and looked at her.

"Startin' to lose it. DiNozzo doesn't trust easily. It's got him scared. I want him out."

Jenny nodded. "We all do, Jethro." She paused, gauging his mood before continuing hesitantly, "How are – you?"

Normally, he probably would have rolled his eyes dramatically, and told her it wasn't about him, it was about DiNozzo. But with how easily she had let him off about being a royal ass earlier today, and the look of genuine concern on her face, he decided to try.

"Done. I want Tony out. I want Abby to stop being on the edge of an emotional cliff. I want McGee and Ziva to stop being nervous. I want to stop having to answer Kaye's constant questions about what's happening to Tony."

"You told her everything?"

"Most of it. Left out the gory details about the severed legs and the bite marks. But she knows where he is, and it's messing with her more than I would have thought. Kate talked about him more than anyone when she would tell Kaye stories. He's barely spoken to her, but she has this attachment to him. And the idea of losing him triggered a bunch of pent up stuff about losing Kate."

He stopped, looking at the ground. "I've got to get him out of this."

Ignoring every warning sign going off in her mind, Jenny reached over and placed her hand over Gibbs' own that rested on his knee. His eyes shot up to hers questioningly.

"You will, Jethro. You always do. You know that. Your team knows that. Tony knows that. I know that. And you know what? One day, Kaye will, too." Giving his hand a quick squeeze before pulling back, she added, "It doesn't look great now, but I bet that before the weekend is done, Agent DiNozzo will be sitting on your couch, eating your food, drinking your beer, and taking over your television set."

Gibbs smirked at the thought. He was surprised at how well she knew his team after only being there for less than six months.

She was right. He would get Tony out of this. He had to. They all believed in him.

A/N: Alright, so if I said that this would be the last chapter of this episode, I lied. Accidentally, I swear! One more. I promise. Also, Tuesdays and Wednesdays are incredibly busy for me, but I have stored up an extra chapter to hopefully post tomorrow night or Wednesday sometime. Hopefully I'll be able to cram in some writing time and get another chapter finished for Thursday or Friday. Your reviews have been wonderful. You're the best!