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The following day...

"I'm going!"

Mark shook his head. Kings, his daughter was stubborn. It wasn't as if he was asking Sienna to move to Siberia. He just wanted her safe. He'd asked her nicely not go to Raw and when she refused, he squared up his shoulders, put his 'Dad' look on and expressly forbade her to go, to which she rolled her eyes and went into the bathroom to get dressed.

Marc stepped forward. "Sienna, look, you heard everything Agent Gibbs said yesterday. You may not believe there's someone else out there trying to get you, but you might be wrong."

Sienna shook her head, coming out of the bathroom now fully dressed. "I'm not wrong. I understand that you're all worried because of what happened to John, but..."

"Do you, Sienna?" Senior asked, lifting his head. "Do you really understand? You could get hurt and I don't mean like a scraped knee type of hurt. I mean... what happened to John..." Senior paused and took a breath before whispering, "It could happen to you, Sienna."

Sienna sighed softly and kneeling at his side, took his hands in hers. "It's not going to, Senior." Rising, she looked at the two of them. "Look...I already skipped the car show this morning and I'm too late for all of the interviews. All that's left is Raw, and I can't.. no I won't skip that. John's fans, I just.. I need to be there. He'd want me to be there."

Marc looked at Senior and then back at her. Nobody said anything, they just looked at her as if saying that she still wasn't going. Sienna narrowed her eyes at the two of them, her hands on her hips as she gave her final words on the matter. "I'm going. You can either stay here in the comfort of room service and wave to me from the balcony as I drive away or you can come along, be my bodyguards, and protect me from whatever or whomever you think is out there. I can go with or without you, but either way, I'm going to Raw."

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At NCIS...

"We've looked through everything, Boss." McGee said. "What are we missing?"

"If I knew that, McGee, I wouldn't need you two now would I?" Gibbs said as he looked at Tim and Abby.

"Maybe Mr. Cena wasn't the target." Abby said. "Maybe it was a mistake."

"If it was, it means they were after Sienna." Gibbs said. "Check John's things Abby, emails, computer things, fan letters...see if there's any by the same person that sounds like love letters."

"Sure, Gibbs." Abby said as she got up to leave. "I have everything in the computer so it shouldn't take me too long to find something if its there."

"It doesn't make sense, Boss." Tim said as he brought up pictures of the car and the RIP sign over the bed. "He was driving the car and its his side of the bed."

"That's Sienna's side of the bed." A voice said behind them.

Gibbs and Tim turned to see Sara and Carol staring at the images, a perplexed look upon her pale face.

"That wasn't John's side of the bed?" Gibbs asked.

Sara shook her head. "Sienna won't sleep on the side where the closet is...she hasn't since Mark adopted her. She says it reminds her too much of what happened when she was a kid. That's why she sleeps on the side closest to the bedroom door."

Tim asked, "Why would she say that it was if it really wasn't?"

"John switched sides with her so that she was closer to the bathroom." Sara said.

"Why would he do that if she doesn't like sleeping near the closet?" McGee asked. "The closet is right outside the bathroom."

She was pregnant at the time." Sara responded. "Two months. She was getting sick a lot."

Carol nodded. "They'd told us the week before. She miscarried the day after John..." Carol stopped unable to finish the sentence.

"So the bed was Mrs. Cena side." Gibbs said.

After pausing for a minute, Tim shook his head. "What about the car though, Boss? Mr. Cena was driving it."

"That's Sienna's car though. John's car was in the shop wasn't it, Carol?" Sara asked.

Carol nodded. "His truck was. He lent his car to his brother, but his truck was in the shop over the weekend. They were sharing Sienna's car. John hated it. He said it was too small for him. He kept trying to get her to buy a new one. I think they were going to go shopping later that day."

"Gibbs! Gibbs!" Abby yelled as she came running into the bullpen. "I got matches. John got the same number of letters as Sienna did, in all of the same cities that hers came from, but his were nice letters. It's the same person, Gibbs, I know it."

Carol and Sara looked at each other and then back to the team.

"So... someone really is after Sienna?" Sara asked.

Gibbs nodded. "Looks like it. Now, we just have to find out who."

"I think we may have the answer to that, Boss." DiNozzo said as he and Ziva joined the others in the bull pen. "Rawlins coughed up a name. Camille Devroux... Rawlins said she knew about the plan. She's Evan Brewer's ex."

"She also happens to be the sister of one of Rawlins's bookies." Ziva said. "She had a falling out with her brother four years ago and Rawlins hadn't seen her until she accompanied Evan to a meeting."

"Apparently, he told her all about it and she wanted in on the deal." Tony said as he took over. "The only difference was that Evan and Daniel wanted to go after John and Camille and Rawlins wanted to go after Sienna. They couldn't come to an agreement, so Rawlins said they decided to go after both."

"Which means, she's still out there." Gibbs said. "Do we have anything on her, McGee?"

"There's nothing on her with DMV or a police record." Tim said as he looked up from his computer. "I have the brothers information here though."

"Rawlins said the last time he talked to her, she was at her brother's house." Tony supplied.

Gibbs nodded. "Tony, Ziva... take the brother. McGee, you keep looking for information on this girl. I want to know where's she's at and why she's doing this."

"On it, Boss." Tim said.

"I'm going to find Mrs. Cena." Gibbs said.

Carol and Sara stopped Gibbs before he could turn and leave. "What can we do?" Carol asked.

"Call your husbands, tell them to expect me. And then stay here, help McGee." Gibbs said. "Once he's got a picture, we'll need to know if you recognize her."