"Good morning!" Tony sang out as he swaggered to his desk. Kate looked at Gibbs. He, too, wore a worried expression, though his was not as obvious as Kate's. This was not the same despondent Tony who had left yesterday. Though he appeared to be his usual flirtatious self, Kate saw the signs of something far darker behind his eyes.

"How are you, Tony?" she asked cautiously.

"Fine, fine. You?" he replied airily, but behind his faux cheery voice Kate clearly heard his message: No questions.

"Good, I guess," she replied hesitantly.

"How far did you guys get yesterday?" he asked.

"Not far," Kate answered. Gibbs was not talking; he was watching Tony, albeit surreptitiously, with a wary eye. "All we know is they were dumped. Abby says they were killed two separate places and Ducky confirmed that the blood patterns at the crime scene aren't consistent with their wounds. Other than that...the killer was too careful. He's a pro."

"You got that right," Tony muttered under his breath. Kate opened her mouth to ask what that was supposed to mean, but the phone interrupted her with a shrill ring.

"Gibbs...Okay...We'll be right there." As Gibbs hung up, Kate would have bet money on what he was going to say next. "Grab your gear. We've got another one."

Gibbs drove as a man possessed. Though frightened almost out of her wits, Kate found this comforting. He hadn't driven past the speed limit since Ari had entered their lives. She was about to comment on this fact to Tony but was stopped by his ashen face. For all his exuberance, he was still clearly hurting.

A police officer met them as they came screeching into the scene. "Agent Gibbs?" After Gibbs' curt nod to the affirmative, the officer continued. "Sergeant Valdez. Guy was out joggin' this morning when he found 'em. It ain't pretty."

He motioned for them to follow as he walked toward a crowd of people. There were several civilians, a few reporters, and a few severely outnumbered policemen trying to stay between them and the crime scene. The Valdez ducked under the ubiquitous crime-scene tape, leading them to a more secluded area. He was right; the sight was not pretty.

A Navy lieutenant (j.g.) lay in full uniform, placed in a strangely natural position. It was almost as if he had simply fallen asleep. Almost. His nose was missing, and where his eyes should have been were two gaping holes. His shirt was soaked in blood from an abdominal wound, though there was no hole in the shirt. After snapping several photos, Gibbs carefully removed one of his shoes. As he'd suspected, the lieutenant's feet were mutilated almost beyond recognition.

"We've got dog tags," Kate called from the head. Gibbs only grunted.

"You said the jogger found 'them'?"

"Yeah. The other guy looks even worse. He's over there," Valdez pointed. Tony went to check it out.

The body looked almost identical to the lieutenant's, but for two very significant details. He was stark naked and his fingers were missing. Tony took a deep breath to calm his nerves, then set to taking pictures and measurements. Photographing the head, something caught his attention. Cautiously turning the head, he swallowed heavily as his terrible suspicion was confirmed. A dark mole on the now-pale face, paired with the scar on the left shoulderblade, told him all he needed to know.

"Boss," Tony rasped. "There's something really weird going on here."

Gibbs came over, a question on his face. "What is it?"

"This is Greg Naysmith," Tony exhaled. "My partner in Philly."

Gibbs looked alarmed at this piece of information, though he quickly hid it. Reassuming control, he asked uncharacteristicly gently, "Tony, do you know anything about these murders?"

Tony hesitated. How much should he tell Gibbs? Did he even really know for sure it was him? After all, what proof did he have? He decided to wait. "No, boss," he replied, trying to sound innocent. He couldn't look Gibbs in the eye as he said it, though, and he knew that Gibbs knew he was lying. It killed him to lie to Gibbs, but he didn't have a choice. No one knew about his past and he wanted it to stay that way. If he got the proof, he would tell Gibbs right away.