Nico felt sick. Sure, he'd seen his friends dead before. All the time. Death happened.

But on an autopsy table…

He was glad Will hadn't even let him look into being a medical examiner.

But looking at her, he noticed one thing that they wouldn't know about. "That's not Laurel."

"You're sure?" Gibbs gave him that look that said he better be positive.

"Positive."

"What makes you think that this isn't Laurel?" Ducky asked.

"The tattoo on her ankle, it's ancient Greek. It says Laurel, meaning this is Holly. They wanted to always be part of one another so they got each other's names tattooed on their ankles." Nico gestured to the tattoo as he spoke. "Well, it actually says Daphne, but it's essentially the same meaning."

"So the engagement ring?"

"No longer a factor, I wouldn't think. Unless she got killed because they couldn't find the ring." He stared at her wrists. "Was she tied up?"

"At some point. Not tightly, but enough to restrain her. It occurred after some of these lacerations." Palmer pointed to a couple wounds.

Gibbs walked out with purpose.

"How did you know, Mr. Di Angelo?" Ducky asked.

"She dislocated her thumb to get out and popped it back into place. She did it all the time when we were kids at camp." His phone started ringing. He wasn't sure if he should answer it.

But he did. "Hello?"

"Nico? It's Laurel, I was just wondering if you'd heard from Holly. She was heading into D.C. yesterday and I haven't heard from her since and I've got a really bad feeling-"

"Laurel…" He tried to get her attention.

Ducky and Palmer looked up, sympathy and concern on their faces.

"And I can't get a hold of her on her phone, the house phone isn't even connecting, Iris messages are failing, and—"

"Laurel!" Nico said more forcefully.

She stopped.

"You need to come down to NCIS. Okay? Bring your fiance."

"What? Why? Nico, what's going on? Where's Holly?"

Nico closed his eyes. "How far away are you?"

"About fifteen minutes…but Nico…"

"Laurel, she's dead. She got killed. You need to come down to NCIS."

There was silence on the other end. "Dead?"

"I'm sorry, Laurel. I'm…really sorry."

She didn't answer for a while. When she did, he could tell she was struggling. "You'll give her her last rites?"

"Of course, I'll meet you outside, okay?"

"Okay." She hung up.

He closed his eyes. "Am I a foot shorter? I feel a foot shorter."

"How did she take it?" Palmer asked.

"Quietly. That's as bad as it gets when it comes to them." He pulled out a drachma. "I know this is going to sound weird, but when you're done examining her body…put this under her tongue."

"Like the ancients did, a coin for the ferryman." Palmer seemed a little amused by it.

Nico looked at Palmer, then at Ducky.

Ducky nodded and took the coin. "We'll make sure it gets done."

Nico nodded and headed out of the autopsy room. He needed to get outside. He needed air.

When he finally did, he called Connor.

"Nico? What's up?"

"Holly is dead and I needed to hear your voice."

"Oh man…if it helps, they've determined that Chris will make a full recovery. He's holding his kid right now. Happy as he can look, having lost Clarisse. Her half-brother Vince is getting back in town with his wife tonight and they've already said that they'd help Chris out while he recovers. They've been neighbors for a while. So I can leave first thing tomorrow morning. I've already booked my ticket and told Chris."

"Thank the gods, I'm going crazy. I can't have another friend die right now. I need this killer to be caught, man. It's putting camp in danger."

"It'll be okay, Nico. The gods won't let the mortals see camp for what it really is. You guys will get your guy, or girl. But probably guy. Then again, Clarisse could have done that damage."

"Thank you, for widening my options." He let the sarcasm drench his words.

"Sorry, you know I joke when I'm mourning."

"I know," He responded softly. Then he saw Laurel and her fiance David getting out of their car. "I have to go. Call me later?"

"You got it. Bye."

"Bye." He hung up and shoved the phone in his pocket. He knew the next couple of hours would be something similar to hell.

Laurel was quite visibly devastated. "She died first." Was all she whispered.

Nico led them inside and helped them through security, then up to where the agents were.

Ducky had told them that Nico had told Laurel and her fiance to come in so they were all waiting.

McGee gave her the apology and then asked if there was any other family that still needed to be notified.

Laurel looked at him, not seeming to comprehend his words.

"Their dad died about nine years ago, and their mom ditched when they were babies. No contact." Nico folded his arms, sort of hugging himself.

Laurel looked at him, then at the agents. "It's just me and my sister. But now you're telling me…" She looked at Nico. "You're sure it's her?"

"She has your name on her ankle in ancient Greek." Nico could barely make himself look at her.

"How?" She breathed the question, starting to look angry. "How did she die?"

They didn't really know how to explain it to her.

Nico did. "She was run through with a sword, Greek style."

Her eyes flashed. "What? No…no, she was an excellent fighter. Better than me. She wouldn't…just…"

"We understand that you're upset, and confused. We're trying to find the answers, but we would like to ask you a couple questions." Bishop was gentle.

"I want to see her first." Laurel insisted.

Nico gave her fiance a sympathetic look.

David looked more caught off guard by the change in events. More upset because Laurel was upset.

Gibbs gestured for Bishop and McGee to take her to see her sister's body.

He waited back with Nico. "This is a lifestyle that the kids who go to that camp are taught?"

Nico frowned, trying to make sense of what he was asking.

"They learn to sword fight, they learn Greek," Gibbs expanded, a little impatiently.

"Yeah, um, the founders noticed that a majority of the kids that end up there have ADHD and learning different weapons and other activities just helped them learn discipline while also expending energy."

"But they're all taught the same things?"

"Pretty much, yeah. Why?"

Gibbs pushed him into a chair. "Tell me everything that every kid is taught. Not just the stuff they learn from the activities, stuff they learn from the other kids. Your friend said he learned how to hot-wire cars there, is that a common skill?"

"A majority of kids learn it, yeah. Um, some pickpocketing, sneaking around, pranks, sword fighting, javelin throwing, canoing, archery, wrestling, hand to hand combat, Greek fire making, horseback riding, chariot racing…um…poker, Greek and roman mythology, ancient Greek, Latin, first aid…" Wait a second…

"What?" Gibbs pushed. "What about first aid?"

"The first victim…they said he had had some stitches that were recently removed but that they couldn't find any medical records for something that size or under his medical file. He couldn't have done them himself, it's too awkward of a place, the stitches would have pulled the skin. He healed cleanly. We're all taught how to stitch up wounds. He had help. If he had help…then we can probably find them…through the grape-vine so to speak. But the attacker…he knows how to treat himself…and if he can't then he's going to somebody like us. Somebody who doesn't know what he's doing to get those injuries…"

Gibbs went with it. "How do we get a hold of these people?"

"The emergency system that we set up. Specialized radios, they're given to every camper once they leave. Send a message out with that, and wait, I guess. Mine's at home."

Gibbs didn't question the fact that there was a system, just grabbed his keys. "Let's go."

Nico jumped up. "My keys are in the lab."

"Go get them. Meet me outside."

Nico hurried to do as he was told. You didn't leave an impatient Gibbs waiting.