Tony hummed a tune quietly as he worked for the next hour. He was amazed at how much he had found out about the dead corporal from just a simple google search of his name. There were tons of results- not all of them about the corporal, of course- but majority of the results were perfect sources of information. Tony hadn't even begun to use his skills yet; he was too busy reading through the news articles and court case that he had found.

"Tony, you find anything yet?" Gibbs asked as he entered the bull pen with a sheet from Abby.

"Our corporal was sued a few years ago by the widow of one of his Marines," said Tony. "She felt that the corporal had hidden the truth about her husband's death, so she sued him for damages when the police wouldn't help her."

"Call a judge and get that case file."

"That's not all. I also found some news articles about him. Most of them are good- pretty much just commendations and accolades. But there are some that aren't so positive. One of them was about his court case. A couple of others are about something to do with drugs. I'm going to dig into those ones and see if I can't find out anything else about them."

Gibbs smiled. "Good job, Tony," he said as he took the printouts of their dead corporal's court case back to his desk. "Let me know what you find."

"I will, boss."

Tony returned his attention to his computer. He finished reading the last news article that he had found, then brought up the FBI's database.

Twenty minutes into his search, Tony looked up to find Bishop and Gibbs talking to some guy in a suit. Further scrutiny told Tony that he was a lawyer, probably the dead corporal's one, since Gibbs had agreed to help look into the court case while Tony continued looking into why he had been tied up with drug articles. Since the guy didn't concern him right then, Tony looked back at his computer. On his screen was the FBI's case list- something that he had ended up hacking into when the FBI had refused to give him any answers. Tony had found a couple of cases that directly linked up with his news articles, and he was just starting to get into them.

"Tony, this is the dead corporal's lawyer," said Gibbs irritably. "Can you please show him to the conference room while I get coffee?"

"Sure, boss." Tony smiled at the man while he locked his computer to avoid anyone seeing what he had been doing. "Let's go, Mr...?"

"Hanson," said the lawyer.

"Mr Hanson. I'm Agent DiNozzo. Follow me, please." Tony led the lawyer to the conference room, trying very hard to ignore the man's constant criticisms of everything they passed on the way. "Please, have a seat. There's tea and coffee on the bench. Agent Gibbs will be with you shortly."

"Why can't you help me? Why do I need to wait who knows how long until your Agent Gibbs returns?" Hanson asked rudely.

"Agent Gibbs wishes to speak with you, and I have work to get back to. Please, make yourself comfortable," replied Tony in as nice a tone as he could muster before closing the conference room door behind him.

"Poor Gibbs," said Tony when he got back up to his desk. "I can't imagine how he's going to keep his cool in there."

"You wanted to kill the guy too?" asked Bishop.

"Yes. He's rude."

"Tell me about it," said Gibbs. "Sorry to do that to you, Tony."

"It's alright. Good luck in there."

Gibbs smiled. "I don't need luck. I need him out of this building."

"Do you need some back-up?"

"If I do, I'll call you. Have you gotten anywhere with those news articles?"

"I'm looking into some of the FBI's cases at the moment. It's possible that I've found something, but I need to actually look into it before I'll know for sure."

"Alright. Keep working, and let me know. If either of you need me, call me and I'll come right away."

"Okay, Gibbs," said Bishop as she returned to her work.

Tony nodded and re-focused on his efforts to find more information about how their dead corporal was connected to a drug smuggling ring. Something was nagging at him about the drugs, and he really wanted to know more...

"Boss!" Tony called.

"Yeah, Tony?"

"I need to talk to David again."

"Can it wait until I'm done?"

"No."

"Alright. Bishop, can you deal with that lawyer please?"

"Sure, Gibbs," said Bishop. She knew that arguing would get her nowhere- there was something going on that only Tony and Gibbs knew about, and it seemed as though Gibbs wasn't planning on letting Tony go anywhere without him.

"Thank you, Bishop." Gibbs smiled at her. "I appreciate it."

"Of course."

Tony was glad that Gibbs had come with him to see David. The questions he had for the ten year old were going to be hard on the both of them, and he needed the support at the moment. If his reaction the previous Friday was anything to go by, Tony wouldn't be able to get through another conversation relating to David's abuse on his own.

"Tony, is something wrong?" Gibbs asked as they pulled up to the home that David was living in temporarily.

"No, but there are some questions I want to ask David that aren't going to be so easy," answered Tony tiredly.

"We don't have to do this."

"I know that, but someone has to do something to help."

"You know that I'm here if you need me. Let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you, Gibbs." Tony gave a smile to his boss as they got out and joined David's social worker.