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Sienna's hotel room..................

Sienna stepped out of the hot shower and wrapped a towel around her body. Methodically, she dried herself and slowly began slipping her clothes on. With no desire to dress up, she settled for a hooded jogging suit and flip flops. Not bothering with a brush, she pulled her hair back and secured it into a messy pony tail. She was in too much of a hurry to do any more than that.

She had to find another place to stay, one big enough for the family she knew would soon be swarming the city. Mark had said he and Sarah were coming, but she knew full well others were too. When her dad had called her from the plane right before take off, she'd over heard a couple of John's brothers arguing in the background. She could only assume that they weren't the only Cena's to catch that flight. She also knew that Mark would have called Matt, Mickie and Jeff. Hell, her dad probably called the entire WWE roster for that matter. Sienna didn't have an exact number. She only knew that this hotel didn't have any vacancy and therefore, she needed to find one that did.

It only took her a few minutes to pack. Clothes were quickly shoved into her bag, her toiletries left on the bathroom counter. Placing the hood of her sweater over her head, she picked up her sunglasses and put them on. Taking a bandage roll from her bag, she quickly wrapped her hand, grabbed her belongings and headed downstairs.

Outside the hotel, a dark colored four-door Sudan came to a stop in front of the hotel. The NCIS logo covered door opened and Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo stepped out. As soon as he was seen, he was swarmed by reporters. Ignoring the questions and leading taunts, he slowly began fighting his way towards the hotel door.

Inside the lobby, Sienna gave her room key to the man behind the counter. With the receipt in her pocket, she turned and walked out the door. Almost in a trance she bypassed the media that swarmed around a person she didn't even stop to see, and hailed a cab. As Tony finally made it to the door, Sienna was driving away in a numbered yellow car.

Tony pushed through the door, a sigh of relief as he escaped the pack of hungry wolves. He nodded to the dark haired woman exiting the elevator, then took her spot and pushed the button for Sienna's floor. He traveled up seven stories, then stepped out into the hallway. Moving to the end of the hall, he knocked on the last door.

"Mrs. Cena?" He called through the door. "It's Agent DiNozzo. Are you there?"

Tony knocked twice more and receiving no answer, flipped open his cell phone and tried dialing Sienna's number. As it went directly to a voice mail, too full to leave a message, he headed back towards the elevator. He continued to try Sienna's cell number as he moved down seven floors to the lobby. Still unable to reach Sienna, he headed towards the front desk.

"Excuse me?" He said, holding out his badge for the clerk to see. "I'm looking for Sienna Callaway-Cena. She's in room 718."

The clerk ran her fingers over the keyboard, bringing up the room history. After a moment, she looked up at Tony and offered an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, Agent DiNozzo." She said. "Mrs. Cena checked out this morning, just a little while ago."

Tony frowned. "Are you sure? The room was paid up through the weekend."

The clerk looked back down at the screen. "Yes, Sir. She checked out a few minutes ago."

"Did she say where she was going or why she left?" Tony asked.

The desk clerk gave Tony another apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, Sir." She said. "I wasn't the one who checked her out."

Tony nodded. "I'll need to speak to whomever did."

A nod of acknowledgment came from the clerk as she picked up the phone and dialed the manager's extension. After a brief conversation, she turned back to Tony.

"Mr. Brown will be down here in a moment, Agent DiNozzo." she said.

Tony nodded, moving off to the side to wait. A couple minutes passed before he was approached by a middle-aged man.

"Agent DiNozzo, I am the manager, Carl Brown." Carl said. "I understand you needed to see me?"

Tony shook the man's hand, and then nodded. "I'm looking for one of your guests. Sienna Callaway-Cena. She was staying in Room 718."

Carl nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Cena checked out this morning, about five or ten minutes ago. I was going to give her a refund, but she advised me that she had broken the mirror and a couple of vases by accident. Most of the money will be going to pay for those repairs."

"Ten minutes ago?" Tony asked, realizing he'd probably passed her on the way in. "Did she say why she was leaving or where she was going?"

Carl shook his head. "No, I'm sorry."

Tony nodded. "Has the maid been in to clean the room yet?"

"It's being cleaned right now. Mrs. Cena left a few items in the room. The maid brought it down to my office right before you called for me." the manager said, as he turned and walked behind the counter.

Tony waited as the manager disappeared into the back room and came back out with a large make-up bag.

"It was left in the bathroom." Carl said.

"I'll take it." Tony said. "Thank you for the help, Mr. Brown. If you hear from her, please let me know."

Carl took the card offered to him as he gave Tony the bag. With a nod at Tony's request, Carl turned and walked away. As Carl walked away, Tony fished out his phone. He had to make a call. A call, that he was definitely NOT looking forward to.

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Back at the lab..........................

"Four years ago, Mr. Rawlins, or Mr. Glass as he was called then, made a visit to a New York City emergency room." Ducky said, handing McGee a thick file. "It was there that the nurse used a pair of latex gloves which in turn sent Mr. Rawlins into anaphylactic shock." Ducky paused and looked at Gibbs. "He was lucky that time Jethro, because if he'd have used those particular gloves to write the letters, he'd be on my exam table right now. He's simply too allergic to even think about touching a pair of latex gloves, let alone actually putting them on."

"There are only five letters that have the chlorine residue, Gibbs. The original three letters that started the case and two after that." Abby said, her arms crossing as she looked at him.

"I took it upon myself to retrieve the medical records of everyone Mr. Rawlins named and compared their signatures to the handwriting on these notes. They aren't a match, Jethro." Ducky paused and looked at Gibbs, as he showed him the signatures and notes. "Based on the style of handwriting, I'd say your looking for a woman."

"I'll run the residue again, Gibbs. Maybe there's enough sweat left on the letter for a DNA match." Abby offered.

"Do it." Gibbs said to both of them as his phone rang. "Yeah, Gibbs." he said, answering it. After a moment of silence, he hung up and turned towards everyone. "That's good work Abby, Duck. McGee, get in touch with Ziva. Have her check around, see if anyone's seen or talked to Mrs. Cena today. Apparently she's decided to play a little game of hide and seek with DiNozzo."