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"I've got your man, Gibbs."

It was a simple statement, one that Gibbs had been told many times before, however this time it was different. This time that declaration would help save the life of someone he loved very much. Unsure if he heard Abby correctly, he stumbled over his words, "Did…you…just say what I think you said?"

Abby screeched, "Yes, I did. Come to the lab and I'll show you what I got."

Gibbs swallowed the lump in his throat; finally a lead that would hopefully end this whole ordeal. He could not wait to have his baby boy tucked safely in his arms once again. He closed his eyes, almost smelling the unique baby scent that always accompanied his lil' guy. Suddenly movement across the bullpen brought him out of his musing. He watched Tony stagger to his feet; his hair stuck up in different directions, while a heavy set of bags fit comfortably under his eyes.

Tony stretched his arms above his head and yawned, "What's going on, Boss? Everything okay?"

Gibbs smirked at the condition of his senior field agent, "Abby just called, she figured out who the Greys' accomplice is."

"That's great news! Tony roared, but quickly shut his mouth when Gibbs put his finger up to his own lips. "We should wake the others, I'm sure they'll be relieved to know," he whispered as he walked over to Gibbs' desk.

The older man nodded, straightened up in his chair and extended his hand, "Thanks."

Tony was dumbfounded; he could not remember the last time, if ever, Gibbs thanked him for anything. He reached out and grabbed his hand, "You're welcome, Boss. Glad I could help."

Gibbs stood up and looked around the bullpen; Ziva was snoring, but the noise was muffled due to her face being buried in her arms. Ducky had his feet propped up on the desk and was lying back against the chair, while Jimmy used the older man's shoulder for a pillow. They all had been working so hard and now looked so peaceful that Gibbs didn't want to wake them. However, he knew they would all be extremely upset if he didn't inform them of their new lead. Standing in the middle of the bullpen, he clapped his hands a few times, watching as they began to spring to life.

"Chop, chop people; Abby figured out who the Greys' accomplice is."

That seemed to do the trick, Ziva shot out of her seat as if she had just been fired from a cannon followed by Ducky and Jimmy who quickly untangled themselves. After everyone took a moment to look semi-presentable, Gibbs addressed the group. "Abby's waiting for us in the lab; we're going to find out as a team who this man is. After that it's all hands on deck; we need to find him in order to get to Tim." The group nodded and followed Gibbs over to the elevator.

The familiar deafening music was once again blaring at full blast. It was so loud; Abby didn't realize she had company. A much-needed laugh came as they watched her dance around the room, using the handle of a broom for a guitar.

"Abs!"

Gibbs attempted to yell over the music.

"Abby!"

It was no use though, the thunderous bass was too overpowering for even his voice. Finally, Abby spun around; realizing she had an audience she grabbed the remote for the stereo and turned the music down. "How long have you been standing there?"

Tony turned to Jimmy, "Who knew Abby could shake her hips like that?"

*Whack*

"Sorry boss," Tony apologized as he instinctively rubbed the back of his head.

Gibbs walked over and gently kissed Abby on the cheek, "Time to get back to work, tell us what you got."

"The Greys had a brilliant plan, but they didn't use gloves, Ella's grubby fingerprints are all over the evidence. Abby began as she stood in front of her computer. The rest of the team huddled around her as she began to pull up her findings. Suddenly she stopped typing and looked over her shoulder, "Too many people in my personal space, I'm feeling a little bit claustrophobic." Everyone took a few steps back, trying to give Abby the illusion she wasn't being crowded anymore. Nonetheless, it still wasn't good enough for the Goth, "There's a plasma screen in my lab for a reason, and the same information appears on both screens." She said, motioning for them to stand on the other side of her desk. By the time everyone had moved to various spots in front of the plasma, Gibbs was running out of patience. He banged his fist on Abby's desk, "I've waited long enough, and I need to know who this guy is right now!"

"I ran the sketch through every database I could think of because you didn't give me a specific one to start with. Nevertheless, I got a ninety percent match on a former Junior Gunnery Sergeant Jedidiah Daniels."

As Abby pulled Jed's photo up on the screen, the room got so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. The team took a moment to study the picture then suddenly all eyes were on Gibbs. Ducky cleared his throat, "Do you recognize him, Jethro?"

Gibbs' adrenaline kicked in the moment he saw the photo. He kept his eyes glued to the screen as memories flooded his mind. The team exchanged worried glances as they watched their leader who appeared to be battling some inner demons. It wasn't until Abby reached over and grabbed his arm that he snapped out of his reverie.

Ducky tried again, "How do you know him, Jethro?"

Gibbs looked around the room; each member of the team was anxiously awaiting an answer. He pulled the pacifier out of his pocket; clutched it in his hand and began pacing back and forth. The team waited patiently, while he collected his thoughts. A few times he began to speak, but would abruptly stop before any knowledge was shared. Finally, he took a deep breath and started to speak, "I knew Jed, as we used to call him, from my stint in the Gulf War. He was a Junior Gunnery Sergeant under my command. The kid's accuracy was first-rate; he was extremely disciplined and very well liked." Gibbs paused and ran his fingers through his hair.

"What changed, boss?" Tony prodded as he studied the photo again.

"Drugs," the older man simply replied. "It's a shame too because Jed had potential; he was climbing the ranks. Unfortunately his mother suddenly passed away while he was serving; they granted him emergency leave time, but when he came back he wasn't the same guy who left. It was like he didn't care anymore; his once pinpoint accuracy was gone, he was disobedient and often talked back to his superiors."

Gibbs paused again and fiddled with the pacifier in his hand, "I tried to help him, told him I knew what it was like to lose someone close to me. However, Jed was already too far-gone at that point and there was nothing I could do. The final straw came when I caught him selling drugs to a couple of other men from the unit. For the safety of my fellow Marines, I had to turn him in. I suppose he blames me for dishonorable discharge."

"Of course he does, Jethro. It's sad that some people don't realize their own actions determine what courses their lives take. Just like, he made the decision to help the Greys. The course Jed decided to take is not your fault." Ducky tried to reassure him.

"Don't worry Duck, I don't feel like it is my fault. The only thing I feel guilty about is letting him get his hands on Tim in the first place. What else have you got, Abs?"

Abby smiled, "I thought you would never ask. The fingerprints I pulled off the tranquilizer darts, match the ones I took from his service record."

Ziva added, "Gibbs' story explains how Jed was able to fire accurately before our agents had time to react."

Gibbs nodded, "Tony…Ziva…I want background information on Jed. Abby got us off to a good start, but we need to find him."

"You got it, boss." Tony responded as the duo headed for the elevator.

"But wait, I've got more." Abby gleefully announced.

Tony and Ziva stopped mid stride and turned around, both anxious to hear the rest of her report.

"Once I was able to find a name to go with the face; I started my own search. He was working at Georgetown University Hospital as an orderly. I'm guessing now that he helped kidnap Tim he won't be coming back. However, I was able to hack into the records and…"

Abby paused and began looking through the piles of paper, which had accumulated on her desk. The anticipation was killing Gibbs; unable to wait any longer he grabbed her arm, "And what Abby?"

She ignored Gibbs' question and continued searching through the overflow of papers, "I know it's here somewhere." Finally, she reached for a hot pink post-it note that was plastered in between a stack of papers. "Ahh here it is."

Gibbs felt his heart skip a beat, "Is that what I think it is?"

"Yes, yes it is. I have in my hand the last known address for Jedidiah Daniels."

Suddenly the energy in the room changed from somber to joyful. Gibbs' hand trembled as he took the address from Abby, "You always come through for us, you're the best Abs!"

He kissed her on the cheek; then turned to Jimmy, "Palmer could you get another Caf-Pow for Abby and if she'll allow you to stay and help that could be useful."

"Of course, Agent Gibbs it would be my pleasure."

Gibbs turned to the rest of his team, "Let's go find this son of a bitch! Ziver call and get a search warrant for Jed's house, we're going to need it."

"On it," she replied as they headed for the elevator. Ducky was hot on their heels, "Let me come with you, Jethro."

Gibbs pressed the button to summon the elevator, "I can't do that Duck, it's too dangerous."

The tree agents scrambled in once the doors opened; but Ducky used his arm to prevent them from closing. "What if Timothy is there and needs medical attention right away?" Ducky could see Gibbs mulling over the possibility in his mind, "All right, but you stay in the car, you got me?" Ducky nodded as he stepped into the elevator and the doors closed behind him.

***NCIS***

"Dada...Dada...Dada!" Tim bellowed from across the room. He didn't understand what was happening, his daddy was only a few feet away from him, but was ignoring him. The youngster started to crawl in his direction; however, every time he moved closer his daddy got further away. Tim was confused; he was positive that his daddy would be happy to see him and want to give him plenty of hugs and kisses. Although maybe Gibbs didn't want to be his daddy anymore. Perhaps the Greys were right and the team had given up looking for him. Tim panicked as the room suddenly became dark; he started crying, desperate for someone to hold and comfort him. The youngster needed someone to tell him everything was going to be alright. It wasn't until he heard another baby crying that his tears slowly dissipated before turning into sniffling. The crying from the other baby became louder as the lights began to get brighter once again. Tim scanned the room on the lookout for the other baby, but didn't see one. Suddenly a bright neon green light appeared out of nowhere, the lil' guy immediately got on his hands and knees to crawl towards it. When he reached the light, he was thrust into present time and awakened with a jolt.

Tim worked hard to control his breathing, relieved to find out it was all just a dream. His sleeper was soaked with a mixture of sweat and urine. Apparently, his diaper leaked overnight and the now cooling sensation felt terrible against his tender skin. At this point, he really didn't care who was taking care of him, he only had one goal for the time being and that was to be clean and dry as soon as possible. He decided to scream to get Lucy's attention, but suddenly heard crying again. It was the same crying he heard in his dream although this time it was in the house. He reached his little hand down and pinched his leg, determined to know if he was still dreaming or if he was awake. No, he was definitely awake this time, but who was crying?

Tink, tink, tink whos dat baby? Did dey get anowthr baby duwring da night?

All of a sudden, it hit him like a ton of bricks; the pill he slipped in Ella's drink yesterday was the same pill she had given him. The baby that was crying was most likely Ella after she woke up and realized her current state. Tim began giggling hysterically; it was a miracle the drug he found was the de-aging one.

Serbes dat cwazy fweak wight! Dats what she gets fo' being so mean ta me!

Quietly the door to the nursery opened; Lucy walked in carrying a little girl on her hip that looked to be around the same age as Tim. She stopped at the railing of the crib and peered over, "Oh good sweetie you're awake, I hope Ella's crying didn't wake you up." Tim couldn't help but smirk when he caught a glimpse of Ella's tear stained face. Lucy reached down and felt Tim's sleeper, "Ohh looks like somebody leaked last night, let me get your sister taken care of first then I'll get you out of these wet jammies."

The youngster nodded as he watched Lucy carry Ella over to the changing table and lay her down.

HA HA I was wight, scowre one fir me. I bery smwart, Gib is gonna be so pwroud of me!

Tim sat up in the middle of the crib, trying to catch a glimpse of Ella's undoing. However, the crib railing happened to be right in his eye line, dismissing any chance of that happening. Nevertheless, it didn't mean he still couldn't hear what was occurring between the two sisters. Ella whimpered as her sister removed the nightgown she wore to bed the night before, which would have fallen off earlier had Lucy not granted her the dignity of holding it up.

"You look to be around the same age as Timmy, these diapers should fit you perfectly, sweetie."

Ella started bawling as Lucy unfolded the diaper; slid it under her bottom, sprinkled on some powder and pulled it up between her legs. Tim giggled but quickly put his hand over his mouth to stifle the noise when Lucy looked his way. He remembered how embarrassed he had become when Gibbs diapered him for the first time; so he took great joy in knowing Ella now knew what if felt like.

HA HA! Twy habing your boss do it, u got bery lubky cwazy lady o' sould I say baby!

Tim turned his attention back to the scene at the changing table, he watched Lucy dig through the drawers and pull out a yellow and green sleeper. "This will have to do for now, honey. Once the publicity dies down we can go shopping for some girl clothes." Lucy zipped up the sleeper, popped a pacifier in Ella's mouth and placed her in the crib. Instinctively Tim scooted over, not wanting to be anywhere close to the newly babified Ella.

"And just where do you think you're going lil' fella?" Lucy asked as she reached over the rail, picked him up and carried him over to the changing table.

She grasped the zipper of the sleeper, "How about we get these icky wet pajamas off you."

"Yesh, pwease," Tim responded; thankful he wouldn't have to sit in his own filth any longer.

"Aww my baby is so polite," she squealed, planting a kiss on Tim's forehead.

Whaheber lady... pwease jush get dis ober wif fash!

After Lucy thoroughly cleaned him up, she rifled though the drawers and picked out a pair of jeans and a sweater. "You are going to look so handsome today, my dear."

Tim gave her an exasperated look; I look hansum ebwyday u cwiminal! I weah Awmani!

Once Tim was dressed, she gripped his arms, pulled him up and ran a comb through his hair. Now that he was sitting up, Tim's eyes wandered to Ella, who had spit out the pacifier and was whimpering. Lucy tapped his knee, "You wouldn't happen to know how Ella was turned into a baby, do you?" Tim ignored her at first until she squeezed his chin, jerked it to toward her and gently smacked him on the face. "I expect you to answer me when I speak to you. I am your mother and you will respect me!"

Whaheber, fweak you not muh momma. I don' owe u anyting.

Tim shrugged his shoulders and gave her one of his famous eyebrow raises, "No...dunno" he whispered turning his attention back toward Ella.

Lucy sighed, "I think Ella took the drug on her own, she's been jealous that you're getting all my attention. I have a feeling now she's having second thoughts regarding her decision."

Cant bewieve she tinks cwazy lady took dat dwug. Stoopid, stoopid lady!

Ella tried to speak, but whatever she was trying to say only came out as gibberish. Tim sneered as she tried again, but was unable to form any words. She burst into tears, kicked her legs in the air and pounded her fists on the mattress. "I see someone is throwing their first temper tantrum." Lucy laughed as she lifted Tim off the changing table and carried him into the kitchen. She buckled him in the high chair then returned to the nursery to get Ella. When they entered the kitchen, Ella was sniffling a little bit, but much calmer than she had been. Her head was resting on Lucy's shoulder, while she sucked contently on a pacifier. Tim watched as Lucy gently rocked back and forth; rubbing her hand up and down the little girl's back. The way Lucy was comforting her sister was what Gibbs used to do for him. Watching the two of them made Tim's heart ache more than it had since this nightmare began. Tears formed in his eyes, "Dada! Me want muh dadaaaa!"

Lucy ran her fingers through Tim's hair, "I'm sorry sweetie, there's only one mommy and two babies now, you're going to have to learn to be patient."

I don' want u, onwy want muh dada!

"Let's get you two some breakfast, hopefully you'll start to feel better once you get some food in your tummies."

***NCIS***

Gibbs couldn't arrive at Jed's house fast enough; however, the rush hour traffic was making it difficult to go anywhere, let alone fast. He weaved in and out of cars as Ducky held on for dear life. "My god, Jethro you need to slow down! We're going to be no use to Timothy if we're dead." Gibbs ignored Ducky's pleas; finally able to escape the congestion, he stepped on the gas. "You were the one who wanted to tag along, Duck."

Tony and Ziva were behind the two men in a separate car trying desperately to keep up with Gibbs. Tony had a firm grip on the door handle, as Ziva not so gracefully maneuvered the vehicle around other cars. "Gibbs' driving skills are impressive today, I can't believe even you are having a hard time keeping up with him, Ziva."

She rolled her eyes, "I am doing just fine. Remember we were stopped at that red light. I was still able to catch up with him; you have to give me credit for that."

Tony nodded, "Yeah, you're right...guess I kind of forgot about that. I was too busy watching my life flash before my eyes when you squeezed in between those two semi trucks prior to having to stop. Thank god the streets are clear of snow and ice or I would have had to borrow one of Tim's diapers."

Ziva scoffed, "You are still complaining about that? We had plenty of room!"

"Well we have two different ideas on what's considered plenty of room!"

"Will you please just shut your mouth, Tony? You are starting to distract me and I do not think you want to do that."

Tony sighed and leaned back against the seat, "Fine, according to the GPS we are almost there anyways."

Jed had a restless night, unable to sleep as the guilt, paranoia and anxiety took over. Every time he closed his eyes, the events of the previous day played over and over again in his mind. All he could do was hope that Ella's threats weren't serious and the baby would be okay. "How did I get into this mess in the first place," he asked himself throwing the covers back on the bed. He grabbed the suitcase out of the closet and started cramming as many clothes and personal items he could fit. The final item he packed was a picture of him and his mom taken right before he left for basic training. Even though he wasn't fond of the Greys, he knew that if NCIS caught up with him they would be able to trace his calls to their location. Not wanting to make the search any easier for Gibbs, he picked up the phone, walked into the bathroom and dumped it in the toilet. "At least if its water logged it will take them longer to find those psychopaths." He took a quick shower, dressed and headed to the kitchen.

When they arrived on Jed's street, Gibbs pulled over and parked a few houses down from the address Abby had given him. If Jed was in fact in the house, he sure as hell didn't want to give him any warning that they were there. "Stay in the car, Duck. I'll let you know when it's safe and if indeed Tim is here."

The older man nodded, "Be careful, Jethro. I'll keep an eye on things out here."

Gibbs quickly exited the vehicle and walked back to speak with Tony and Ziva. "What's the plan, boss?" Tony asked while Gibbs fidgeted with the earwig he had just placed in his ear.

"We take him alive, it's likely he knows Timmy's location, is that understood?" He reminded both agents, but paid particularly close attention to Ziva.

"What? Why do you always look at me like that?" Ziva retorted inserting her own earwig.

Tony laughed, "You really need to be told why, Ziva?"

"Tony if you do not shut up, I am going to..."

"Enough!" Gibbs interrupted before she could finish.

The two agents immediately straightened up and gave Gibbs their full attention. "DiNozzo, take the back. Ziver you're with me, we'll take the front. Remember we don't know his mental state so be alert and if you have to take a shot, then take it."

"Are we going to surprise him or do you plan on giving him an opportunity to surrender first, Gibbs?" Ziva inquired as they slowly move toward the house. "Oh he's going to be surprised all right, there's no way he would willingly surrender."

Whenever the team served a warrant there was always a sense of anticipation in the air; however, this time it was different. There were much higher stakes and this time it was personal. Someone they all loved very much was depending on this raid to go as planned.

When they reached the house, Tony drew his gun and headed toward the back through the side yard. Because they didn't know Jed's location or even if he was inside, Tony stood with his back against the side of the house and carefully moved alongside of it. There were two big trees, giving Gibbs and Ziva a little bit of protection. They each hid behind one and when Gibbs gave a nod; they discretely headed toward the front door. Ziva peeked through the tiny window in the door, but there was no sign of Jed. However, she was able to see a light emanating from deep inside the house. She leaned over toward Gibbs and whispered, "There is a light on; it looks like it is coming from the back part of the house."

"Did you hear that, DiNozzo? There is a light on close to the back of the house."

"Copy that, Boss, I'm in position when you're ready."

"Ready here. On my count."

Gibbs looked over at Ziva and nodded.

"One...two..." On the count of three, Gibbs and Tony simultaneously broke down the front and back doors. They moved in quickly, determined to give Jed as little time as possible to either arm himself or get a shot off if he was armed.

Jed was sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast when the team broke down the doors. He jumped out of his seat as Tony turned the corner with his gun drawn. "Stop! NCIS!" He yelled as Jed took off running towards the front of the house.

"Boss, he's headed your way!"

Jed looked back to see if Tony had gained any ground on him; when he turned back around Gibbs punched him square in the face. He stumbled back, blood squirting from his nose and mouth. He was stunned, but that didn't stop him from trying to keep going. However, Gibbs was much quicker and highly motivated. He snatched him, pushed him back against the wall and delivered another blow. Jed slid down the wall, moaning, his face and shirt covered in blood. "Get up!" Gibbs screamed as he dragged him up, placed his forearm against his throat and pushed down. "Where's my boy?" Jed struggled to breathe as Gibbs continued to put pressure on his throat. "I'm only going to ask you one more time, where's my boy?"

Tony and Ziva cringed as the color in Jed's face went from red to blue as he writhed under Gibbs' wrath. Just as Tony was about to intervene, Gibbs let go and stepped back as Jed crumpled to the floor. "Cuff him," the older man growled as he started searching the house for Tim. After a thorough search, Gibbs was disappointed but not surprised that Tim wasn't there. "Tony...Ziva...I'm going to take him back to NCIS for a little chat, I need you two to stay and process the scene. Call a tow truck and get his car back to the evidence garage."

"On it, boss." Tony responded as he roughly seized Jed's arm, dragged him out to the car and pushed him in.

Gibbs got in, slammed the door and took a deep breath. Ducky reached over, squeezed his arm and winked, "Looks like you were too easy on him, Jethro."