Gibbs walked through the elevator doors for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Twenty four straight hours of being awake was finally starting to catch up to him. He needed some coffee and Abby needed another Caf-Pow.

"She needs more than just a Caf-Pow from you, Jethro." He thought, a slight smile on his face as he walked into the bullpen. Tony and Ziva were back, talking about some movie. McGee was sitting at his desk, typing away, eyes trained on his computer screen.

"McGee, did you track those bank statements?" Gibbs asked, sitting down at his desk.

"… Yes." Tim hesitated.

"Something wrong, McGee?"

"Not at all."

"Then put them up on the plasma."

McGee nodded, pulling them up, newest one's first.

"Okay, well these past few weeks McDaniels had been going out a few nights a week. Mostly expensive restaurants, but there was a couple movies in there, too. I contacted the restaurants and they said the reservations were for a Wilson McDaniels and Rebecca Laurelton. I had them fax me photos of her and I put a BOLO out."

"Good job, McGee." Gibbs replied, ready to ask Tony and Ziva what they had.

"Wait, boss…" McGee bit his tongue as soon as he said that. He didn't want Gibbs flying off the handle like earlier.

"Yeah?"

"Um, the day before he died, he made a pretty big purchase."

"Well what was it, McGee? A car?"

"No. It was a pear-shape diamond engagement ring. It runs for about sixteen thousand dollars."

"Hmm, the petty officer was in love." Tony smirked.

"It seems that way." McGee said, pulling the ring up on the plasma.

"Wow… it's very pretty." Ziva said, stepping closer.

"We need to find that woman. Keep checking the BOLO. Tony, Ziva, what did you guys get?"

"The ex was a bit shook up, said they were still friends, that Wilson visited all the time. She couldn't give us much except that he was seeing a woman and that he thought that she 'might be the one'." Tony replied.

"I got a hold of the men Cliveston was with the night McDaniels was killed. His alibi checks out."

"Did we get anything useful?" Gibbs asked, getting annoyed.

"Boss, did I forget to mention the ex-wife smokes?"

"You got a DNA sample?"

"What do you say?" Tony joked, stepping over to Gibbs' desk.

Gibbs just glared at him, "Give it."

Tony handed over Sherrie McDaniels' cheek swab, and stood there, waiting.

"Need something, Tony?" Gibbs asked, scratching something on a piece of paper.

"Well, boss, I noticed your stylish jacket here, and I was wondering," Gibbs looked up, bored, "what this is." Tony finished, pointing to the red smear, barely visible on Jethro's black blazer.

"What do you think it is, DiNozzo?"

"I'd say, Make Up Store in 'Devil'. You still got a little bit… right…" Tony tried to point out the tiny traces still left on Gibbs' mouth. He raised his hand, and Tony cringed, ready for a head-slap.

"Don't hold your breath, Tony." Jethro grinned, standing up and pacing off to Abby's lab.

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Jethro had remembered to grab some coffee and a Caf-Pow before heading down, and Abby's eyes lit up at the sight of him. At least, he was hoping it was him, and not just the Caf-Pow.

"You're back." She smiled softly, her eyes not even darting to the drink.

"And I brought you something." He smiled back, shaking the Caf-Pow, the ice splashing around inside.

"Thank you." She replied, standing on her tip-toes to give him a kiss on the lips. Taking the Caf-Pow from his hands she asks, "What have you got for me?"

Gibbs could think of a few thinks that had nothing to do with this case, but he pushed those thoughts out of his head as best he could. "More DNA. It's the ex-wife's. She smokes so Tony had her give us a DNA sample."

"Wonderful." She replied, taking the evidence from his hands. This was the part where he usually walked out. Instead, he stood there, smiling at her.

"Gibbs?"

"I'll just wait."

"You sure? I mean, you're not going to change everything you do because of… well…" Abby faded.

"What do you mean, Abs?" He replied, his face taking on a more serious look.

"I'm just saying… look I don't know what we are, or even if we are a… we. And if we are a we, I don't want you changing everything you do just because of me… because I will not have that. I can't mess up your life. I want to be with you Leroy Jethro Gibbs, but—"

He brought a finger up to her lips, silencing her. Setting his coffee down, he gathered her in his arms.

"Then be with me, Abby."