Gibbs sat at his desk sorting through the stacks of papers the case had generated. He stretched his neck and took a long swallow from his coffee cup while he glared at the assortment of documents. Lieutenant Lynn Holder's fall had torn through his team and left snarls everywhere; even his tidy reports had not escaped its influence. In disgust he returned to his task, finally locating a critical document.

Twenty minutes later he sat back feeling satisfied for the first time in two days. His reports were ordered, he'd pulled the documents he would need for the interrogations in the morning, and the warrant for Lynn Holder's bank records had been unearthed. He checked his watch and set about making the phone calls necessary to obtain Lee Allerton, his fingerprints, and Holder's financial information. Finally he set up a full background search on Allerton, and a trace on Holder's money. As he was finishing these tasks, the warbling of his desk phone tugged at his awareness.

he said absently into the receiver, concentrating on his typing.

Hey, it's Abby. I finished up the documents and I have a report ready.

This caught his attention. Did you identify all the prints?

Not yet. I'm down to two sets left. I found Scott Duvall's record a couple hours ago and was able to verify that his were one of the unknown sets. The search is picking up speed, though. Power must be restored in places, because I'm not being run through everybody's backup systems anymore. Abby's voice was upbeat.

We're bringing in Holder's boyfriend from the first round of interviews. Tony figured why not go one more round with him, and print him while he's here... He stifled a yawn. As soon as we get the card, you'll have a copy.

Gibbs, why don't you just go home and get some sleep. I saw that lump on your head. Why not give yourself a little break, too?

Because we have to find someway to put Pederson away, Abbs. Right now it's all circumstantial. She's done too much damage to go free, but if we can't come up with enough evidence, she will.

Yeah, but Gibbs, she's not going anywhere tonight. Go home, the lab tech admonished the man.

He looked at his desk. He could probably find a dozen action items that needed completing, but if he were totally honest, the sleep would be more beneficial. Maybe you're right, Abbs. But if you tell anyone I said that, I'll deny it. See you in the morning. He hung up the phone and squared the pages in the center of his desk before heading home.