Tony walked into the bullpen and glanced at Leah's desk, expecting to find her there. When she wasn't in her chair he started to walk past, then did a double take. The redhead lay on the floor, her feet propped on the edge of the desk, files open on and around her, eyes closed. He walked closer, afraid to wake her, when her eyes flew open.

Christ, Tony! Don't sneak up on a girl like that! She viewed the upside down man, as he gave her an odd look. Nothing. So, ah, whatcha doin'? He walked over to the desk and leaned against it next to her feet.

I'm trying to go through these, she gestured to the folders, and find some kind of link. The autopsy reports are missing from both files; I've called Curtis to see if he can find me copies of them. She began to flip the folders closed, stacking them neatly on either side of her.

Well, I met Detective Bronski. He laughed as she rolled her eyes and made a face. Yeah, well, sometimes it pays to deal with people like him. They like to cut corners. He watched as her eyes lit up. All the evidence is down in the lab with Abby. He was thrilled to turn it over to me.

Well whaddya know, something actually went our way. That's gotta be a first on this case. She stretched her arms above her head, then pillowed her head on her hands and stared up at the ceiling.

So what now? Tony looked down at her, eyes naturally drawn to the swath of fair skin along her abdomen exposed by the sweater that had ridden up.

She was oblivious to his scrutiny. I have no idea. I hate this feeling; like I'm supposed to know something but I just can't remember it. She blew out a frustrated breath. Any idea when we'll find out who the John Doe is?Abbs is still running the prints, but it should be soon. Tony's curiosity finally got the better of him. Do you always work like this?Like what? She crossed her ankles, still resting on the edge of the desk.

He gestured vaguely at her reclined posture, raising his eyebrows. Like this?Have you ever tried to sit in one of those chairs for hours at a time? She waved her hand in the direction of the shunned office chair. I do not like chiropractors. This is easier.

Tony shook his head. Whatever. I'll be at my desk He wandered out as she closed her eyes and made noncommittal noises, clearly slipping back into whatever thoughts he'd interrupted.

Just as he was about to sit down, the elevator expelled a grim-faced Gibbs. Curious, Tony walked to meet his boss as Gibbs stopped at Leah's desk.

Some things never change. He smiled as the thick lashes flicked up and he could see her eyes. Thought you could use this. He crouched down beside her and set an ice-cold bottle with a straw in it on the floor.

You didn't! She grabbed the bottle and sipped the soft drink, groaning in happiness. Please tell me you bought more than one!Only if you stop yelling at me all the time. He smiled at her glare and continued. Yes, I bought more than one. Shifting his position on the floor, his tone became more serious. I did more than just take your keys to Kate and McGee. There was some new vandalism and I need you to look at the pictures.

Tony watched from the doorway at the interaction between the two former partners. This was the first time he had seen them together when they were something other than furious with each other, and he was very interested in their relationship.

Leah swung her legs down from the desk in a fluid motion and sat up easily. Tipping the brown glass bottle in Gibbs' direction, she spoke quietly. Thanks. I haven't had cream soda in ages. I can't believe you remembered. She pivoted around so she sat next to him and reached for the pictures he held. Let's see what you've got.

Gibbs hesitated before handing her the disturbing images. Sure you're up for this? He rested his hand lightly on hers and waited for her to answer.

Do I really have a choice? I lived with it for two years. You get to a point where it's habit to come home and clear your house like it's a crime scene, where you sleep with your hand on a weapon because otherwise you can't sleep. You learn to see everyone and yet know no one because it isn't safe to do anything else. She pulled her knees up and rested her head on them, hating the memories, angry at having to live that fear all over again, embarrassed at the emotions it dragged up in her. She drew in a long breath and kept her head down as she answered his question. I'm up for it. My only other option is to give up and I can't do that. I won't let someone take my life away from me. She felt his hand on her back and she swallowed hard forcing the tears back behind the walls she'd built for protection.

He handed her the stack of prints and slid his arm around her.

Her eyes grazed the first shot of the dining room wall and her breath hissed out. She moved on through three more shots of the splashed red words before the first picture of her bed. She swallowed hard before she attempted to speak.

Well, that's new. I, uh... she trailed off, voice shaking. Tony's sudden appearance in front of her caused her to jerk back in alarm.

Whoa, easy. I just want to take a look, okay. He spoke very softy and at her jerky nod, took the pictures she'd already seen.

Gibbs drew her attention. Trainor never did anything like this before? He gestured at the photo of the mutilated bed.

She shook her head and took a slow breath. She focused on the pictures again, forcing herself to look carefully at the damage to her bed. How deep did the cut go?I didn't measure it. Do you want me to call Kate and ask her to?

I don't suppose it matters. Morbid curiosity. She thrust the pictures of her ruined mattress at Tony, wanting to be rid of them. She was able to relax some with the next picture. This, at least, is familiar. I would get new mirror messages all the time. She examined the photo closely. What is that? Is that a picture? She frowned at the at the small photographic image.

That's us. Last night on your porch. Her eyes flicked up to meet his and he saw the horror in them.

We were being watched there last night? She held out the rest of the photos in Tony's direction, unwilling to see any more and rested her head in her hands.

The younger man looked up and caught Gibbs' eye. Tony tipped his head toward the door and received an answering nod.

Leah, I have to go check on a few other things. Gibbs started to stand.

No, wait. She stopped both men and looked up at them, clearly upset, but more or less pulled together. There are some things I found out today, too. She took a long sip from her drink and then looked at Tony. Remember the bug I found in my office? At his nod, she proceeded to tell both men about her discoveries with Abby that afternoon.

Problem is, I'm not sure I know who else Arlington is working with. The codes indicate multi-jurisdictional, but that's a broad term. Sometimes it's another district, sometimes an agency, or just a designator for a contact person. If you don't know which one, then...

Tony nodded, thoughtfully, while Gibbs just stared for a beat. You're kidding, right? Someone has all your personal transactions tagged electronically and all you care about is the bug? As usual, her careless attitude with her personal safety made his words harsher than he meant them to be.

Well, my transactions won't lead me to him now, will they? But maybe I can find him through the goddamned bug! Her fury spiked immediately in response to his abrasiveness. She stood in one motion and stalked out of the office. Tony swore he heard her mutter, under her breath as she passed him. Seconds later both men winced as the door to the women's room crashed open.

That probably wasn't the right thing to say, Boss. Tony tried to look helpful and flinched from the glare he received.

Gee, ya think? I'm going to talk to Abby. Gibbs stormed out of the bullpen and headed for the elevator. Tony sat a moment longer before heading back to his desk.