"Ziva, Tony, go back to Lt. Roger's house. See if there is anything we missed. McGee, I want you to call the lieutenant's parents—see if there is anything they can tell us that might be of use," Gibbs rattled off orders to his team.

"Anything about what, Boss?" McGee asked.

"About why their son wanted to tie up her." Gibbs pointed to Elle, who was trailing behind all of them.

"You're not listening to me," she said. "Will couldn't do something like this. He's not capable of trying to frame someone for murder."

"Hey!" Gibbs spoke loudly, making her flinch. "I'm sorry about all this, but I've got to investigate every damn angle! Are we clear?!"

Elle shrank back a little and nodded. "Yes sir, Agent Gibbs."

When Ziva and Tony arrived at the crime scene, the yellow tape was still up and everything was exactly as it had been left.

"Why would Lt. Rogers have done such a terrible thing?" Ziva asked as she and her partner carefully inspected every inch of the living room.

"You sayin' you believe the girlfriend-beater?" DiNozzo asked.

" I do not believe he was lying," Ziva replied simply, searching the cracks of the sofa. Her hand emerged holding a cell phone. "Aha! I wonder who this belongs too."

"The Verizon EnV2," Tony observed as Ziva opened it.

"It belongs to Elle Charlton," she declared. "Let's see if she really did receive the video she claimed to have been watching when she was knocked unconscious." Ziva went to the Message Inbox and sure enough, a received video message was there.

"She was telling the truth," Tony stated.

"So who is lying to us? The evidence, or Scott Harper?"

Gibbs walked down to Abby's lab. She whirled around when she saw him.

"You knew!" she exclaimed.

"Whatd'ya got for me, Abs?" he wanted to know. "I don't have a lot of time."

"I went over the duct tape again, Gibbs, and the pattern of Harper's prints are consistent with him being the one person who tied Elle up."

"I already knew that. He told me himself," Gibbs informed her.

"Give me a little bit more credit than that, Gibbs. I had Ducky swab underneath Lt. Rogers' fingernails and he found skin. I've been running that DNA against every known database and I couldn't find anything, until Scott Harper gave us his DNA this morning. It's a match. If he was having a fight with Lt. Rogers, that might explain how his DNA ended up underneath Rogers' fingernails."

"Good work, Abby," Gibbs commended her.

"Gibbs!" she called after him. "That isn't all I have for you. McGee and I were working on Lt. Rogers computer earlier, but we couldn't find anything on it. However, I was able to see that every day at about 7PM, he inserted a memory stick into his computer and viewed what was on it."

"And that was?" Gibbs asked impatiently, irritated at having to wait for an answer.

"I can't tell you that much, Gibbs!" Abby exclaimed. "But if he was accessing it after 5PM, then I'm guessing it wasn't work related." She turned and typed something into her computer. "Maybe a journal or something like that." She looked back at Gibbs, but he wasn't there.

Upstairs, Elle was sitting in DiNozzo's chair, thinking over everything that had happened. She was having trouble fathoming that Will could have forced Scott to tie her up. Why would he have done such a thing? What could be his reasoning?

"Lt. Rogers kept data on a portable memory stick and he accessed it daily. You got any idea what it was?" Gibbs asked, coming into the bullpen.

Elle looked up. "It was his personal journal. I never read it, but he told me that that's what it was. He kept the memory stick in the drawer beside his bed," she informed him.

Gibbs pulled his cell phone out and dialed Tony's number. "Look in the drawer beside his bed for a memory stick. I need you to get that back to me as soon as possible."

"On it, Boss. Oh, and a neighbor found the murder weapon. It was dropped a few blocks away and they brought it by, thinking it might be pertinent to the case."

"Got it," Gibbs replied. "Get that data back here ASAP." He hung up and walked out of the bullpen again. "I'll be back."

"I don't have any idea what's going on," Elle told McGee sadly. "This is definitely…I don't know who to believe anymore."

"Believe me when I tell you that we will get to the bottom of this," McGee assured her, putting his phone down. He'd just gotten off a call with Lt. Roger's parents. "Now, let me ask you a question. Was Lt. Rogers in love with you?"

"Will? In love with me?" Elle echoed. "That's ridiculous! We were just friends—that's all."

"His mother said he came home last week and got the family diamond; told his parents he was going to finally propose to you, just to see what you said."

Elle half laughed, half choked. "That's insane," she declared. "Propose to me? We weren't even…physically close. He never put his arm around me, even in a friendly manner."

"According to his mother, you were the love of his life. He has been in love with you since he first met you," McGee informed her.

Elle sat back in the chair and let her shoulders slump. "Oh my gosh! All those years…he loved…and he never said a thing. It must've killed him to see me date other guys…no wonder he spent so much time with me. He had his choice of so many other friends—other girls." She covered her eyes with her hand and let out a deep breath. "This is terrible. How could I have been so blind?"

"What happened to the gun?" Gibbs asked, walking into the interrogation room where Harper was being held.

"What gun?" Harper wanted to know.

"The one that Lt. Rogers shot himself with."

"It was in his hand. It stayed there when he fell down," Harper declared.

"Then how come the weapon was discovered three blocks away?

"I…don't know," Harper hesitated a little and Gibbs could see that he was lying. He had a hunch, but he wasn't sure yet if it was genuine or not. He was going to do whatever it took to uncover the truth, however.