"Ok." Tony began, "We have five women, all military, all pregnant, all stabbed with a fire poker killing both mom and baby."

Two days after the team unearthed the cold cases, they had found enough evidence to say it was most likely the same person. And though it was a rare occurrence, the team had a ton of evidence that seemed to lead nowhere or back to Chelsea's mother. Abby continued her foul mood, pissed at the cold cases.

Ziva watched as McGee let his forehead thud to the desk. She knew this was a hard case and she knew how he felt about their little house guest.

"We cant even find a frickin motive!" Tony exclaimed, throwing the computer clicker on the floor.

"You gonna pay for that DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, walking in, fresh coffee in hand.

"Didn't Ducky say that all these women were pregnant at least once before their newest pregnancy?" McGee asked, snapping his head up.

"Yeah." Tony said slowly, not knowing where the probie was heading.

"Where are they?" McGee said, tapping away on his keyboard.

"McGee is right. Where are these children?" Ziva said, her eyes lighting up, heading back behind her desk.

"And why were they not killed, at least in the womb, like the others!?" at that, Tony hit a speed dial for a Baltimore buddy.

Even in the most dire circumstances, Gibbs never tired of the look on his subordinate's faces when they had a revelation.

"I think I have found one of our missing children!" Abby exclaimed, her bubbly personality returning, much to the team's relief.

"What do got?" Gibbs asked.

"I looked into Child Protective Services' DNA bank." Abby explained, tapping on the keyboard.

"CPS takes DNA?" McGee asked.

"They do as of a year ago." Abby said, "Helps with crime stuff."

"So who did you match?" Gibbs asked.

"This 4 year old boy, Andrew is in a foster home in Arlington." Abby said pointing at the screen, "His DNA says that he belongs to Lt. Cheyenne Cabot."

"Ziva, you and McGee talk to his social worker, uh,-"

"Nora Quinn." Abby interjected, "DC's CPS building."

"Tony and I will bring in Lowell for questioning." Gibbs continued, "Let's go!"

"God, look at this dump!" Tony said, getting out of the car, "His mobile looks like it was hacked at by Paul Bunion!"

Gibb just rolled his eyes as they approached the home, if you could call it a home, of Henry Lowell.

"Henry Lowell!?" Gibbs called, rapping at the rickety door, "NCIS. We need to ask you a few question.

When no one responded, Gibbs motioned for Tony to go around back. Gibbs knocked again, repeating himself, and again, there was no answer.

"Go!" he said into his wrist mike, kicking the door in, Tony doing the same in back.

"Clear!"

"Clear, Boss"

Tony and Gibbs cleared the rest of the mobile home in seconds, meeting up in the living room. They holstered their SIG's and began to look around, gloving their hands.

"The TV's still warm Boss," Tony said, running his hand along the small antenna TV, "We just missed him."

"His truck is still in the driveway DiNozzo." Gibbs pointed out, "He's on foot or had a ride."

The rest of their search was unhelpful. If it was legal to arrest a guy for being creepy and having suggestive reading materials in the head, Gibbs would have had a warrant out for Lowell's arrest in seconds.

"I get the creeps in here boss," Tony whined, "Can we go?"

Nodding, Gibbs gathered their minute amount of possible evidence and led them out of the trailer.

"Call local LEO's and get a squad car out for surveillance." Gibbs ordered, starting the car, "And put out a BOLO. I want to know when he gets home."

"Ahhh!" Tony yelped as Gibbs peeled out of the dirt driveway, "I can't dial with you doing that Boss!"

Gibbs sent him a 'Gibbs Glare', narrowly missing a tree.

"Uh, never mind." Tony said, shutting his eyes tightly, "I will become an acrobat if I have to in order to solve any case."

SMACK!

"What was that for!?" Tony cried, rubbing the back of his head.

"I didn't miss the sarcasm DiNozzo."

Tony got busy dialing.

"Can I help you?" a nasally secretary said to McGee and Ziva when they entered the Child Protective Services building.

"Uh, NCIS," McGee said, flashing his badge, "We need to speak with an Nora Quinn."

"She is all booked up today." the nasal woman told them.

"It is an emergency." Ziva told the woman menacingly, bending to her height, "Un-book her."

Although the secretary was clearly confused at both why they were there and Ziva's odd phrasing, she hit a button on her phone quickly.

"Mrs. Quinn," the secretary said into an intercom, "There are federal agents here. They say it is and emergency."

"Send them in."

McGee and Ziva exchanged a look as the nasally woman led them down a corridor. Mrs. Quinn had sounded less than happy.

"Hello, I am Nora Quinn." she said, standing behind her desk, "How can I help you?"

"I am Special Agent David," Ziva said, shaking the woman's hand, "this is Special Agent McGee."

Once the pleasantries were through, Mrs. Quinn got right down to business.

"So what does NCIS need from me?" she asked, sitting and motioning the other two to sit as well,

"We would like to speak to you about one of your cases," McGee began, handing her a paper, "an Andrew Grove."

"He is only four," Mrs. Quinn said, "how on earth did he get in trouble with the fed's?"

"We need to know how he got into the system." Ziva said, "We do not want to speak with him or disrupt him in any way."

"Let me get his file." Mrs. Quinn said, turning to the file cabinets behind her.

After a moment of searching, she found the file and opened on her desk.

"Andrew was taken from his father a year ago." Mrs. Quinn said, skimming the file, "And apparently the man wasn't his father."

"What do you mean?" McGee asked.

"This man, Joseph Grove," she responded, skimming again, "said that he 'found' Andrew and took him in like a good man."

"I take it he wasn't a good man at all." McGee said, noticing the sadness in Mrs. Quinn's eyes.

"Grove treated him like a slave," she said, "in all different ways."

Ziva and McGee didn't need to ask what 'ways' she was speaking of.

"What happened to Joseph Grove?" Ziva asked.

"As far as the file says," Mrs. Quinn said, "He is in prison for life."

"Thank you for your time." Ziva said, rising.

"Good luck at what ever you are after." Mrs. Quinn told them as they left her office, "Oh, lord, this can't be good."

When the team regrouped in the bullpen it was 6:00. Sure, they had more facts, but they had yet to piece them together.

"So our prime suspect has flown the coop, our other-"

"Flown the coop?" Ziva asked, wrinkling her nose at another idiom she did not understand.

"Run off, escaped." McGee offered.

"Oh."

"May I continue?" Tony asked, glaring.

"Like we could stop you."

Ignoring McGee's successful burn, Tony merely continued.

"Our other suspect has been in the clink for three of the murders."

There was silence.

"That all you got DiNozzo." Gibbs asked from his desk.

"Uh, well, you-" Tony said, only to be interrupted again.

"Daddy!"

Chelsea was scurrying down the stairs from the Director's office, the pigtails Ziva had put her hair in flopping. For a little girl, Chelsea was quick to run into McGee's arms.

"I can never talk without getting inter-"

"Sorry!" called Jenny from the top of the staircase, "She got away from me!"

Tony kicked McGee's trashcan in frustration.

"What wrong?" Chelsea asked Tony from McGee's arms.

"Nothin' kiddo." he said, pulling a pigtail, making Chelsea giggle.

"Go home everyone." Gibbs said, "Get some rest so you'll be clear headed."

They all stared at Gibbs, stunned. He was letting them go home early!

"Go before I change my mind!"

They didn't have to be told a third time.

Jen looked at him after Palmer, Tony, Ziva, Chelsea and McGee had crammed themselves into the elevator.

"What!?" he growled, feeling a pair of eyes on him.

"You are such a softy." Jenny said with a chuckle.

PHOOMPH!