In the locker room, Tony sorted through his things to find an extra t-shirt and pants. All he found was his lost credit card and an old burrito. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and sat down on the bench. While he thought of what to do next, he listened to someone humming in the next row of lockers. He slowly rose to his feet and tiptoed to the edge of the aisle. When he peeked around the corner, he saw Candice in a black towel. Her dark hair hung wet down her back and dripped slowly to the floor. She hummed a soft tune as she sorted through her locker for an extra outfit. The humming stopped when her cell phone began to ring. She grabbed it quickly and held it to her ear.

"Speedle," she answered professionally. A look of panic crossed her face as she listened to the person on the other end. She remained silent for a long period of time. When she finally got the chance to speak, she was quick. "OK, tell him everything's gonna be OK, I'm on my way." She slammed her phone shut and pulled a tank top and jeans out of her locker. After disappearing for a moment, she returned dressed and disappointed. "Not again," she muttered as she slammed her locker door. She rested her head against it and sighed. "I know you're there DiNozzo," she muttered. "I can smell you." Tony groaned and came out of hiding.

"What was that all about?" he asked calmly. She lifted her head and sneered.

"None of your business," she grumbled as she slid her phone in her pocket. "Now if you don't mind, I have to run off for a while." When she left the locker room, Tony stared at her locker. It read 'Speedle', not 'Gibbs'. The same name she'd answered with. She must've been married. But he saw no wedding ring. Deciding that he'd pried enough for one day, he took off back to the office.

"I thought I told you to shower," Gibbs said without looking up from his coffee.

"I had no clean clothes boss," he replied. "Could I run home?" Gibbs glanced to him and wrinkled his nose.

"I guess you can, but you have a half-hour, then back to work," he demanded. Tony nodded and headed to the elevator. In the parking lot, he ran into Candice. She was fidgeting with the lock on her black Dodge pick-up.

"Need some help?" he offered. She snarled and didn't look up.

"I'm fine," she muttered. He laughed. "You don't look it." She shot him a glare. "I must've lost my keys in the dumpster. Stupid me," she grumbled as she slumped against the vehicle.

"I'll give you a ride," he offered. She stared at him and frowned.

"Forget it DiNozzo," she scoffed. He rolled his eyes. "I'll drop you off. I need to go home anyway. Where do you need to go?" he asked. She stood up straight and glanced to her left.

"St. Charles Elementary," she responded hesitantly. DiNozzo stared at her.

"What for? You got a kid or something?" She narrowed her eyes and shot him a threatening gaze.

"Stay out of my business and I'll stay out of yours."

After dropping Candice off, Tony drove slowly home, wondering about her. She was sure a mysterious girl and caught everyone's eye. He was so preoccupied with that, he forgot about his time limit. A quick glance to the clock told him he had only fifteen minutes to get home, shower and get back to the office. Gibbs would kill him if he were late.

"I hope McGee found a lead with that wallet," he muttered as he pulled in the parking lot of his apartment. When he stepped out of his vehicle, he got looks from everyone around. "What?" he grumbled as he pulled out his keys and headed into the complex. Once in his suite, he took a quick shower and threw on another suit. He had five minutes to make it back or Gibbs would fire his ass.

Reluctantly, he trekked back out to his car. He drove slowly back to the office and got back seven minutes late.

"You're late," Gibbs grumbled as he stood behind McGee and stared at the computer screen.

"Sorry," he muttered as he threw his keys down on his desk. "But I had to drop your daughter off. She lost her keys in the dumpster." Gibbs laughed and pulled a set of keys out of his pocket.

"No, they're right here," he smirked. Tony stared at his boss.

"Why would you do that?" he asked. Kate and McGee laughed as well.

"To see if you would offer her a ride," he chuckled.

"Does she know about this?" he asked. Gibbs shook his head.

"No, but I'll deal with that." Shoving the keys in his pocket, Gibbs left the room to check on Abbey's progress. Kate stared at Tony.

"You pathetic sap. You'll do anything to get laid." Tony sneered and collapsed in his chair.

"I wasn't trying to get laid," he muttered. "I was being a gentleman." He picked up a comic book and placed his feet on his desk. After a moment of silence, he perked up again. "Hey, you know she's got a kid?" he asked as he glanced from Kate to McGee. Kate shrugged.

"So, she's 26, she's probably been in a serious relationship. What business of yours is it?" she responded. Tony groaned. McGee looked around.

"How old is he?" he asked. Tony shook his head.

"How am I supposed to know? I didn't ask. How do you know it's a he?" he asked. McGee shrugged.

"It's a generally universal term." After that he went quiet and continued his work.

"No lead on that wallet from the dumpster?" Tony asked as he began to throw pencils into the ceiling. McGee shook his head.

"I can't get a hold of the family and his profile isn't in any databases. He isn't a criminal or Naval officer."

"So, he's just a civilian who threw his wallet in the dumpster. Good lead McGee," Tony laughed. His co-worker snarled and ignored him.

"Well, I don't see you doing any work," McGee snapped. Tony sprung forward in his chair and stared at his co-worker with shock.

"Excuse me?"

"What are you doing to contribute to this investigation?" he asked. Tony narrowed his brow and shook his head.

"I went dumpster diving. I had to ruin a two hundred dollar suit to collect that evidence that you're processing right now. What have I done?" he spat bitterly and he relaxed in his chair again.

"Well, now why don't you try doing something else? You're not getting paid to throw pencils in the ceiling," McGee said sharply as he looked back to the computer screen. Tony couldn't believe it.

"You're sure moody today. What's up your ass?" he asked. Kate threw an eraser at him.

"Shut up Tony," she looked to McGee, who was typing fiercely on the computer. "I already asked him that," her tone went a little softer. "He didn't tell me." Tony smirked and placed his hands behind his head.

"Something go wrong in the bedroom last night?" he asked. "Was Abbey disappointed?" McGee swung around and threw a container of writing utensils at Tony.

"Shut up!" he shouted as he jumped to his feet. With a turn of his heel, he stormed out of the office. Kate and Tony stared at each other.

"Whoa!" they both exclaimed.

"That's a side of McGee I've never seen before," Kate said as she looked at the door. "And I hope not to see again." Her gaze landed on Tony.

"Go see what's wrong." Tony's eyes shit wide.

"Me? Forget it!"

"You made him angry." Tony wrinkled him nose and rose to his feet.

"Fine." Swiftly, he followed McGee's trail and prayed he wouldn't lose his life when he found him.