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Previously: "The baby- Elizabeth- keeps talking to me."

"What do you mean, Ange?" I asked, becoming totally serious again.

"She's talking to me through my mind. The connection is stronger with her somehow. I think she's smarter than most babies, because she wants me to know things. I-I think she's trying to help us understand," she stuttered. It seemed like words were just tumbling out of her mouth. I'd never seen Angel so at loss for words before.

"What is she tellin' you?" I asked eagerly, wanting more than anything to understand. She gulped, sighed, and more words spilled out of her mouth.

"She told me... She told me that there are still hidden branches of the School on uncharted islands off the coast of South America." As much as I tried not to, I gasped. I mean, we had suspected this before, but there was never any proof that it was true... until now. "She said that they created her as a kind of weapon of destruction. At least, they tried to make her a weapon. She refused to even hurt a fly, and they hurt her... but she still didn't do anything. They planned on re-wiring her brain, and if that didn't make her into the killing machine they wanted her to be, they were going to... retire her. 'But there was a nice whitecoated man' she had said 'that helped me. He went against all the other meanies and took me out of that bad place. He put me in that basket, and he took me here.' She said his name was Jeb, Max. He knew about this all along, and he didn't tell us! We were just starting to trust him again!" Her voice broke at that point, and tears flowed freely down her cheeks.

"Shh... It's okay, Sweetie," I told her, pulling her closer to me and stroking her loose curls as she sobbed into my shoulder, but I had to fight to hold back tears myself.

The next morning, when we got back to the Navy Yard, we told everyone else about what the baby had told Angel.

"Wait a second," said Ziva, "You said the child was built as a weapon, but what was the target?"

"Isn't it obvious?" asked Fang, meeting the eyes of everyone in the room with his dark, mysterious ones. "The target is us."

"But how do we know this is the whole story? She's a baby-"

"Why thank you, Nudge. We would have never guessed," stated Iggy sarcastically, earning a stuck- out tongue, a blush, and a death glare from Nudge. "I'm glaring and sticking my tongue out at you!" He chuckled, raising his eyebrows.

"And I can almost feel you blushing."

"I wasn't finished, Iggy. I ment that since she's a baby she might not have all the details right. They don't have really good memory, so there might be missing pieces to the puzzle," she finished, ignoring his last comment, but I noticed her cheeks turn an even darker shade of red.

"Nudge is right," I commented. Nudge smiled triumphantly at Iggy, who rolled his eyes, probably guessing what she was doing. I sighed. They've been bickering like a married couple lately. Even more, I mean. "We might only have a part of the story. I think we should call Jeb and sort this out." Abby raised her hand. "Uh... Yes, Abby?"

"I have a question," she said matter-of-factly. I nodded, expecting her to continue, but she just stood there for a minute.

"The question, Abs?" asked Gibbs.

"Right. Who's this mysterious Jeb?" She looked at me with curious, eager eyes, reminding me more of a small child than an adult forensic scientist.

"Jeb Batchelder. I think I mentioned him in my explaination yesterday. He is- was- a scientist that worked for the School and helped us escape about four or five years ago..." I trailed off, my next words not wanting to leave my tongue. But trusty ol' Fang finished for me.

"...as well as Max's biological father." I sighed... again. Funny how I've been doing that a lot lately, huh?

"Yeah, that too." Tony looked even more confused than before.

"But why would your Dad drop a baby on Gibbs' door?" he asked.

"My mother probably told him about our situation after I called her to tell her everything was all right. I'm not sure, but... I think he gave us Elizabeth to protect her. He knew the School would come after him, and he couldn't be on the run with a baby... So he gave her to someone he could trust to keep her safe." From across the room, I heard baby Elizabeth giggle in agreement.

"But that still doesn't explain why he didn't tell you about all this before," commented McGee.

"Well... I think that he didn't tell us 'cause if we knew, we would try to help him stop what was going on... and then we might get hurt. Maybe he was just trying to protect us. Right, Max?" Nudge's stared up at me with her big, pretty brown eyes, looking so darn sweet and innocent I almost couldn't stand it. Almost. I knew what teh kids wanted most right now- someone to trust. Jeb had been like a father to all of us back in the days when we lived in the big E-shaped house in Colorado. The only father we had ever had, and I knew of Nudge's yearning to be normal and have real parents. No matter how much he had hurt me and my family, he was the one grown-up we had ever really been able to trust.

"I... I don't know, Nudge. But I do know that the School needs to be stopped, and Jeb bringing this baby to us was a move against them. We need to help him."

"But how?" asked Angel, her blue eyes starting to fill with tears again. I bit my lip. Yeah, Max. How? Taking a deep breath, I turned to the infant who had been seemed to be following the conversation, eyes wide open and alert. "What are you doing? Max?" I ignored her.

"Er... Elizabeth? Where... uh... Do you remember where you came from?" I asked hesitantly. It was awkward, asking a baby a question like that, but when I heard Angel gasp I knew she had answered.

"Give me a pen and paper! Quick!" Angel shouted to no one in particular. Nudge used her power with metal to zap a pen into her hand, and Abby quickly grabbed a piece of paper off her desk. Angel started to scribble random numbers and letters on the paper. She looked posessed, staring out into space as the pen in her hands flew across the paper. Suddenly, she stopped. "Done!" she exclaimed in satisfaction. I tilted my head, staring at the page in front of her.

"I don't get it..." But Ziva gasped as Abby told everyone what I was staring at like an idiot.

"GPS coordinates!"

A/N: Whooooo! Another chapter! Aren't I great?

Ducky: May I leave now?

Me: Sure, why not?

Ducky: Please review, bye!

Dr. M: See ya later, alligaters!

Me: bye-bye!