Tony felt his heart snap in two as Candice fell slowly to her knees. Those small, fragile hands clenched her stomach as shimmering tears of sadness ran down her red, freckled cheeks. Tears began to form in his eyes as well. Next to him, Agent McGee stared at the burning building with his jaw hanging open.

"Daddy!" Candice whimpered, not looking up at the wreck before her. Streams of tears left clean rivers on her dirty, blackened face.

"What's all the blubbering about?" a husky voice boomed from behind them. Candice snapped to her knees and swung around.

"Daddy!" she hollered as she raced past Tony. Tony glanced over his shoulder. Sure enough, there was Gibbs, dirty and bloody, with torn clothes and a missing shoe. Candice swung her arms around her father and clung tightly.

"Oh my god, I thought you were a goner!" she shouted. Gibbs smiled, but the smile slowly faded.

"What was that all about?" he asked, staring at the burning building. Tony took in a deep breath.

"Our suspect led us here. He said it was going to blow - with Kate in it," he explained. Sorrow filled his heart at the thought of it. Gibbs' eyes widened.

"Agent Todd?" he gently pushed Candice away and raced back into the warehouse. "Kate!" his deep voice echoed though the empty afternoon. It seemed like forever until he returned. "I can't find her!" he called angrily. When he approached the vehicle, he motioned Candice in. "Candice, ride with me. McGee, DiNozzo, we'll meet you at headquarters." Tony nodded. "Yes boss."

The ride back with McGee was strangely silent. Tony felt now was the time to dig and pry. Before speaking, he observed the nerdy, goody-goody. McGee wasn't the kind to have a beef with someone, but obviously there was something buried deep that triggered an angry reaction to Candice.

"So dude, what's the deal?" he asked without taking his eyes off the road. Timothy's face twisted in confusion.

"What?"

"You know, between you and Candice?" Tony asked. McGee groaned.

"Nothing," he said, turning his gaze out the window. Tony laughed.

"There has to be something. What happened man?" he began. "Did she blow you off? Turn you down? Too good for you?" Timothy's face turned red.

"Shut up Tony, you're wrong." With a smirk of satisfaction, Tony relaxed. He was getting somewhere.

"Then what is it, she doesn't like you?" His colleague wrinkled his nose and went quiet. "Are you too smart for her? To good? Ha! I knew it!"

"Shut up Tony," McGee snapped. His face was turning redder and redder. "Just drive!"

When they arrived at headquarters, they found Gibbs and Candice waiting. The boss was holding a large coffee and his daughter a Slurpee. Tony stared in bewilderment. "How-" he stuttered. "How did you beat us? You stopped, and left after us!" he exclaimed. Behind him, McGee was snickering. Gibbs Grinned and pointed to Candice as she rose her hand.

"She drove." Tony groaned and slinked into his desk.

"Another one?" he asked. He remembered Gibbs' driving and if his daughter was anything like him, then that meant trouble. Gibbs took in a deep a breath and rose to his feet.

"I'm going to go talk to Campbell and find out what the hell is going on, you three be patient."

Tony watched from behind the mirror as his boss interrogated Campbell. All the agents were still in shock over the explosion and Kate's death. There was a Crime Scene Unit from the NCIS going over every inch of the burnt out warehouse searching for Kate's body. Gibbs' was angrier than Tony had ever seen.

"Tell me why you did it!" the boss shouted at the suspect. Devin grinned.

"What? Agent Todd? Mmm…hmm... she was something all right. Sweet, yet strong… It's such a shame she had to be our sacrifice…" he said maliciously as he licked his lips in a fiendish way. That set Gibbs over the edge.

"Shut up slime ball!" he shouted as he threw the man to the floor. He stepped on his chest and spat on him. "Who's 'our'? There are more of you sickos out there?" Devin wiped the spit off his face and tried to push himself up. Gibbs slammed him back down. "You're not going anywhere buster," he snapped. "Now tell me who the others are." Campbell shook his head.

"No." Slamming him harder, Gibbs' face turned red with anger.

"So you're willing to take the blame and the consecutive life sentences and possible execution for the murder of a federal agent. Two in fact." For the first time, Campbell looked scared. Gibbs smirked. "Thought so," he slowly removed his foot from Devin's chest. "Now tell me who your colleagues are." Taking his time, the suspect cautiously rose to his feet and glanced around. After a moment of stillness, he dashed for the door. Gibbs grabbed him and slammed him into the wall. Clenching the man's throat, he pressed him against the rigid surface. "Tell me who you're working with… Or working for." Tony cringed as he watched the man's face turn purple. This was police brutality and Gibbs could lose his job, but there wasn't anything Tony himself could do. Nothing but watch. Spitting and sputtering for breath, Devin could barely speak.

"T- T- T-" he choked. "Thomas Morrissey." The boss dropped the worthless man and stepped back.

"That wasn't so hard, now, was it," he muttered. "Now, where is he?" The suspect rubbed his throat as he struggled to catch his breath.

"He's with Michael Wimble."

"And where do I find Wimble?"

"He's a drifter, never in the same place twice." Gibbs punched the wall in anger.

"Anything I can do to track him?" Devin's face lit up and he nodded.

"He is a drug dealer, most popular stash in the south-eastern coast. If you talk to some junkies, they might be able to locate him better than I can," he explained. Gibbs kicked the man on his way out.

"For your sake, I hope your not lying." He looked to the officer outside. "Cuff him," he ordered as he disappeared from sight. He poked his head in the room behind the mirror and motioned Tony out.

"What now boss?"

"We find Michael Wimble, and we get Thomas Morrissey."