Grumbling beneath his breath, Tony headed for the elevator. He stopped when the doors opened and Gibbs stepped off, Candice behind him. She didn't look very happy either. Whatever was up, wasn't good.

"OK guys," Gibbs began as he motioned Tony back into the room. "We have work to do. McGee, speed it up would you? We don't have a lifetime to do this, a killer is on the loose and it's our job to catch him. Candice, DiNozzo, I want you two to go to New York and visit the address listed on Thomas Morrissey's driver's licence. McGee, find an address for our fingerprint donor. Abbey has a name but no known address. And Kate-" He paused and swung around. "Kate?" he glanced from Tony to Candice. "Where's Kate?" McGee stood up and shifted his tired eyes around the room.

"I don't know boss. I didn't see her leave." Gibbs shook his head.

"Never mind, I'll worry about her. You find an address for Mr Gregory Danielson. DiNozzo, Candice, get a move on." As he boarded the elevator, Candice reluctantly followed him. Silently, she stood next to him.

"So, what's the deal?" he asked bravely. She shot him a mean glare as the elevator came to a stop.

"Let's just go. The trip to New York is a long one," she paused and pulled out her keys. "Your car or mine?" He shook his head. Without giving him time to respond, she pointed to him. "Yours, I don't feel like driving." Groaning, he agreed and they made their way out to his vehicle. The first hour of the trip was long and quiet. Eventually, Tony got the courage to talk to her.

"So, what's the deal with you?" he asked casually. She sneered and removed her gaze from the passing scenery.

"What do you mean… What's the deal?" He sighed.

"I mean, on your locker, it reads Speedle. Are you married? Or were you?" he asked. At the mention of her last name, her eyes glazed over.

"I was married," she said solemnly. Sadness was in her voice; it surprised him.

"What happened?" he asked. "I mean, it's ok if you don't want to tell me. Did he leave?" She took in a deep breath and looked his way. Tears were forming in her crystal grey eyes as she looked back to the beautiful Virginia landscape.

"He was killed," she replied slowly. Tony felt grief for her.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he said quietly. She shook her head.

"No, it's ok. The therapist says it's good for me to talk about it," she told him.

"Do you mind if I ask-"

"How?" she finished his question as she looked back to him. "He was killed on the job. Took a bullet to the chest," she paused. "He worked for the Miami Dade Crime Lab. Similar to what you do." She turned away from him and stared at her feet. Wiggling her toes, the shiny purple nail polish glittered in the sunlight. The atmosphere became gloomy. "We were married less than a month," she continued. "I couldn't stay in Miami after that. I had just gotten out of the Marines and being with him was the best thing that ever happened to me. We fell in love over the summer and were married by the end of August. It was like a fairy tale. His friends offered to help me out, but I couldn't stay. When my dad suggested this job I knew it would be a chance to make a difference. So I took it. Now-" she stopped. He glanced to her.

"Now what?" he asked. She shook her head.

"Never mind. Just drive." The rest of the trip to New York was silent and Tony felt awkward. He knew a piece of her past, and it was sad. She was a different person than he thought she was and now he felt somewhat closer to her.

Upon arrival in New York, the duo didn't rest. Instead, they headed straight over to Thomas Morrissey's house. It was a small apartment in the heart of New York City. Well kept and very neat, Tony felt at home. Cautiously, he knocked on the door. Inside was silent, until the third knock. A woman screaming from inside was followed by a grunting male voice.

"Shut up woman," a man mumbled from the other side of the door. "Who's there?" he called grumpily.

"NCIS. We're here to speak to Thomas Morrissey!" he called through he door. He kept his right hand on his gun. The door slowly opened and a pugey, bald man poked his head out. It wasn't the man on the driver's licence.

"He's not here," he muttered. Tony took a step closer and peeked into the apartment. It was very messy and smelled like B.O.

"Where is he? Do you know where we can reach him?" he asked. The bald man shook his head. "No, he left three days ago and I haven't seen him since," he told them.

"Do you mind if we take a look around?" Candice asked as she pushed Tony out of the way. The man nodded and opened the door wider.

"Help yourselves, We've nothing to hide. We're just watching the place while he's gone."

"Are you sure about this Candi?" Tony asked. "We don't have a warrant and this isn't their apartment. She shrugged and looked to him.

"So what? They gave us permission. We're not just barging in. Now are you going to help me look around or are you going to stand guard in the hallway?" The last question was more of a sarcastic remark. Tony wrinkled his nose and stepped into the smelly, messy apartment.

"Oh right," he paused. "She's Gibbs' daughter," he muttered bitterly. Inside the small, gross apartment, he couldn't spot anything suspicious right away, but Candice was already tearing through the bedroom. A smirk crossed his mischievous lips when he followed her in. "Just my kind of girl. Straight to the bedroom." She turned to him and stuck out her tongue.

"So, I'm guessing this is how you live, DiNozzo," she shot back. He shook his head and examined a photo on the dresser.

"I like my place clean. There's something about the constant smell of B.O. that does nothing for me." She smiled as she pulled a leather glove out of the night stand drawer.

"No wonder you have trouble getting laid," she laughed. He sneered and stuck out his tongue.

"In case you were wondering, I have no problems getting laid," he retaliated. He swung around to find the bald man standing at the door.

"It's nice to know that the security of our country is in such good hands," he remarked. Tony groaned and continued to search though Thomas's things.

"Have you touched or moved anything?" he asked. Assuming the answer, he asked anyway, out of procedure. To his surprise, the man shook his head.

"The place was like this when we got here. Looks like it's been ransacked. I figured he'd only be gone a few days so we left it the way it was. Why are you here anyway?" he asked. Tony pointed a finger at him.

"We'll ask the questions," he said firmly. Candice pushed by him and held out a bloody rag.

"Bag this," she ordered, before looking to the short, fat man. "An officer of the US Navy was found murdered this morning. We're here because evidence led us in this direction. We have reason to believe that your friend Thomas had something to do with it. Now have you heard from him or seen any signs of him in the last few days?" she asked professionally. Tony wrinkled his nose and mocked her. She was so forward and too bossy. The smelly, old man shook his head.

"Nope. He left the keys to his apartment in our mailbox on Friday morning. A note was attached saying he had to go out of town on official business. I took the key and the note and me and Myrna came up here."

"And who's watching you place?" Tony chipped in. The man shrugged.

"Our son still lives at home, so he's there. Why is this all so important?"

"Federal investigation, sir," Candice replied. "Thank you for your input, it's appreciated, now we need to continue our investigation." The man nodded and headed back to the living room. Aside from the bloody white rag, they found nothing else in the apartment. There was no indication anywhere that proved Thomas Morrissey owned a gun.

"Should we head back?" Tony asked as he leaned against the door frame of the bedroom. Candice sighed and nodded.

"We've scavenged everything we could, I guess we call Gibbs and tell him we're on our way back," she suggested. Tony stared at her and reached for his cell phone. She was getting more and more professional by the hour.

"I'll call," he grumbled as he hit '4' on his speed dial. It rang three times before he got an answer.

"DiNozzo," Gibbs greeted. "Did you get anything?"

"Yah boss. But very little."

"How little?" his boss sounded disappointed.

"We found a bloody rag in his bedroom. It could be nothing but we can take it back to the lab for analysis."

"Good enough. Are you done? If you are, get back here as quickly as possible. Got it?"

"Yes boss," Tony answered before the line went dead. He groaned and put his cell phone back in his pocket. "Let's go," he said to Candi. She nodded and waved courteously to the couple in the living room.

"We may be in touch," she told them as she exited the smelly, dirty suite.

"So…" Tony started. "Wanna grab a bite to eat before the long trip back?" he asked, She shrugged as she stepped on the elevator.

"As long as you're paying," she smirked. He rolled his eyes. When the elevator came to a stop, she dashed off, as if in a hurry. He stared at her.

"Where's the fire?" he grinned. She stuck her tongue out at him and waved him out of the building.

"C'mon slowpoke! It's nice out here!" With a sigh, he hurried out of the building. A clear, starry night sky greeted him. It was very nice out.

"So, where to for dinner?" he asked.

"Something quick. I don't like restaurants," she replied with a shrug. He sighed and reached for his wallet.

"I have forty bucks on me. What do you want? McDonald's?" he laughed. She smiled.

"It'll do." With a look around, she pointed north east. "I know a really nice spot around here that we could go eat at," she suggested. With a nod, he agreed.

"OK, McDonald's it is," he smirked as he reached for his car keys. "Where's the closest one?" he asked. She pointed down the street behind them.

"Four blocks that way," she told him. Sliding the key into the ignition and shifting into drive, he looked to her. "You sure know New York pretty well. How's that?" he inquired. She glanced out her window.

"I spent most of my child hood here. It was so much fun. I left when I was thirteen to go to high school. That's when I moved in with my dad," she explained. "So I know the city pretty well." When arriving at McDonald's, they pulled in the drive-thru. They ordered quickly and headed for the highway.

"So, where is this pretty spot you were telling me about?" he asked. She pointed east.

"That way," she told him. "Turn right at the next street and I'll give you directions from there." He shrugged and followed her instructions. In no time they were there. She was right. It was a beautiful view of the entire city. The ocean was clearly visible and on a clear night like that one, the Statue Of Liberty could be seen at full scale.

"Wow," he exclaimed. "How'd you find this place?" She took in a deep breath and smiled faintly, her gaze shifted to the ground.

"My dad used to bring me here when I was little. He would tell me stories of his Marine days. Back then he was still a Marine, but he would tell me wonderful stories of travel and the beautiful places he'd seen. That was before he left us." Her smile faded. Tony couldn't help but feel some emotion for her. She turned out OK, considering the trauma she'd been through. "So," she perked up with a devilish grin. "Tell me about you. I don't know anything." He twisted his face in thought.

"Well…" he began. "You're probably not interested. It might…" She looked to him with curiosity.

"It might what? Bore me?" she laughed. "I guess there isn't much to you, eh DiNozzo?" she laughed some more. He wrinkled his nose.

"You'd be jealous," he said quickly. She smirked.

"Try me." He stuck his tongue out at her but remained quiet. "So I was right?" she said, "There isn't much beyond the surface of the womanizing Anthony DiNozzo."

"There is too," he shot back. "Like what? A messy apartment and 300 dollar suits? B.O?" she laughed. "I don't think there's too much more to you," she said casually as she leaned back in her seat and began examining her chewed off fingernails. He wrinkled his nose and stuck out his tongue at her. She sneered playfully and shot him a sarcastic glare.

"Let's just go," he muttered as he grabbed his keys off the dashboard. Upon impact, they flung from his hand to the floor. When he leaned down to grab the keys, he came face to face with her. Those beautiful, shimmering, blue grey eyes met his tired, frustrated eyes. The thought of kissing her ran across his mind but after careful consideration, he decided against it. Instead, he snatched his keys off the floor and shoved them in the ignition.

"Let's just go," he repeated as he shifted the gear into drive. A smile of satisfaction crossed Candi's lips, and all he could feel was aggravation. The drive back to Virginia was going to be long, and to share it with a tired, smart-ass Candi was going to be trouble.