I would just like to say thanks to moms5thchild who has been great in helping me out with this story when I have wanted to give up so many times.

Following up on the other girls who had been in the dance class did not yield anyone who stood out as a potential murderer.

There were nine other girls in the class. One had died in childbirth, four had moved away, two were in prison and they had not managed to trace the last two.

"I'm goin' for coffee" muttered Gibbs storming out of the bull-pen, just as Karen arrived back. She had left Lucy with Abby.

"Can I help you Special Agent DiNozzo" she asked acidly. He had been staring at her for at least five minutes.

"No". Karen rolled her eyes.

Ziva handed Karen a list of names. "You two get to look into the women who have moved away."

"Give me two" said Jim "and I'll take the other two."

The bullpen descended into silence again, except for the clicking of five key-boards. Tony, McGee and Ziva were looking for the two that they were yet to find. The women needed to be warned before the killer found them. Otherwise, there would be more dead bodies on their hands.

Karen had looked into the first woman. There was no need to get into contact with her as she was now living in France. It was unlikely that the killer would go after her, however the French authorities had been contacted.

She looked at the next name, Christine Sullivan, and typed it into the database. The first thing that popped out was a care order and a marriage certificate.

Christine's baby, Amanda, had been fostered by a couple in DC originally, although it seemed as if she was being bounced around the foster care system now. It was when she saw the marriage certificate that her blood ran cold. Christine Sullivan married James Dunbar in New York on the 5th May, 1998.

Was it Christy? It was too much of a coincidence for it not to be. What was she going to do? Did Jim know? If he didn't, did she tell him? How do you tell your partner something like that?

She was saved when Gibbs came back into the bullpen and told them they could go. He wanted them back at 0700 the next morning.

"I'll give you a lift to your hotel" said Ziva grabbing her bag. She waited for Jim and Karen as they got their stuff together.

They held on for dear life as Ziva sped through the DC traffic to a chorus of hooting horns.

"How long have you two been partners?" Ziva asked.

"Umm... Going on three years I think. Right Karen?"

"Three years next month" she confirmed. "Tell us a little bit about your team"

"Um OK. Gibbs has been here the longest. I think it is 15 years. He doesn't say much but he is a good teacher. He has rules. DO NOT break them."

"Such as?"

"Well the ones I suppose you need to know the most are Rule #15: Always work as a team. Rule #22: Never, ever bother Gibbs in interrogation and Rule #2: Always wear gloves at a crime scene. If you need any more while you are here, we will fill you in."

"What about Tony and McGee?"

"Your first impression of Tony was probably correct. He is a womanizer and likes to annoy us with movie quotes. But he is also fiercely loyal, sweet and funny. McGee is a little shy, but I think that that comes from being the team's probie. He is amazing with technology."

"What about you? How did you get to be the liaison officer?"

Ziva stiffened up. "I requested the assignment after Gibbs killed the Mossad agent I was assigned to protect. He had killed Tony's partner, Special Agent Caitlin Todd."

The car stopped a few minutes later. "This is your hotel. I will meet you in the lobby tomorrow morning at 0630"

"Thanks Ziva. Goodnight".

Jim and Karen got their bags from the boot of the car and walked into the hotel to check in. NCIS had arranged the room and they were handed a key for a room on the third floor.

The room was small with two beds, a shared bedside table, a wardrobe, TV, sofa and en-suite.

"I'm gonna take a shower" said Karen, after dumping her bag on her bed and fishing out a huge black t-shirt with sheep on it and some grey PJ bottoms".

"Right. I'm gonna phone Christy."Karen sucked in a breath as she remembered what she was going to have to do. Before she closed the bathroom door, she could see Jim trying to work out the exact layout of the room with his cane. She had told him where the furniture was but she supposed he didn't want to have to use his cane for the whole stay.

When she came out of the bathroom Jim had also changed out of his suit and was reading a huge book in Braille.

"Never seen you read a book before" she teased "What are you reading?"

"The Bone Collector, by Jeffrey Deaver."

"Seriously? She asked. "I'm on the last book of that series, The Broken Window."

"Lucky you. I have read all of the Lincoln Rhyme books except that one. It has not been published in Braille yet."

They both read until a knock on the door told them that room-service had arrived. They chatted as they ate, but when they were finished, Karen knew she could put it off no longer."

"Jim. I gotta tell you something, bu' I don't know where to start."

"Just start at the beginning Karen. You don't normally get shy about telling me stuff."

"I know... It's just... One of those names I was looking up today? It was Christine Sullivan"

"That's Christy's maiden name." He said warily, wondering where she was going with this.

"I know Jim. I found the marriage certificate. Christine Sullivan married James Dunbar in New York on the 5th May, 1998." The little girl, her name is Amanda Sullivan. She's 11 and living in a foster home in the city."

Jim sucked in a breath. Now what?

"Thanks for telling me this Karen. I need to think about it."

"OK. I'm going to go to bed now. You mind if I turn out the light?"

Jim looked at her with raised eyebrows. It was like the time she had asked him if he thought she looked slouchy.

"Uhh right" she said crossing the room and flicking the switch. "Night Jim" she called as she curled up under the covers.

"Night Karen."

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