A/N: Thank you for all the reviews and I promise there will be more McGiva, I just needed to get the case going. Thanks again. And again, I don't own anything but Chelsea.
Previously on Chelsea
"Mommy! Daddy!"
Chelsea hurled her little body into McGee. He saw that she had been crying.
"Chels, hey, hey, Chels." McGee said, picking her up, "What's wrong?"
Ziva had hurried to McGee's side. Cynthia came rushing into the bullpen.
"What happened?" Ziva snapped at her.
It was only then that they saw the blood dripping down Cynthia's face.
"What happened?" Ziva asked again as she helped Cynthia to a chair.
McGee brought over a first aid kit he had in his desk, and began wiping the blood of Cynthia's face. She had a deep cut on her temple.
"I went on a walk with Chelsea." Cynthia said, then groaned in pain as McGee attempted to clean the wound.
"You left the building!" Ziva yelled, back to being angry.
"Let's get her down to Ducky." McGee said, "This cut is really deep."
McGee supported Cynthia to the elevator, while Ziva held a sniffling Chelsea.
"Cynthia, my dear, what ever happened to you!" Ducky exclaimed, hurrying to her side, "Come, sit, sit."
"What happened!" Ziva demanded for the third time.
Cynthia groaned in response.
"Let me fix her up and give her some pain medicine." Ducky said, "Then she will be able to answer your questions."
Ducky shooed them away so they went back to the bullpen just as Gibbs and Tony returned.
"Why does it look like Chelsea has been crying!" Tony asked in an accusatory tone.
With a sigh, McGee rehashed the whole fiasco. Gibbs became just as angry as Ziva had. Chelsea held her arms out to Tony.
"Dino." was all she had to say for Tony to melt.
Tony took her from McGee, who was looking kind of ill.
"There's more Boss." McGee said.
"What!" Gibbs asked from his desk, "What else could there be!"
"Damon was here." Ziva said.
"Werth?" Gibbs said, looking surprised, "What has he got to do with anything?"
"Petty Officer Laurie Wendell was his stepsister." McGee answered tiredly.
"Did he give you anything?" Gibbs asked.
"She was frightened," Ziva told him, "and sensitive about the basic facts of her pregnancy."
"Who is the cutest wittle girl in da world!"
Gibbs, McGee, and Ziva stared at Tony, who was tickling Chelsea in his lap.
He suddenly look up.
"What?" he exclaimed, flustered.
The others started to laugh, even Gibbs.
"Gibbs! Gibbs! Gibbs! Giiiiiibbs!"
Abby came thundering into the bullpen from the elevator.
"Did you find something at Hair Brained already?" Gibbs asked.
"Abby!" Chelsea squealed happily, still in Tony's lap.
"Awww. Hi Chelsea." Abby said, distracted.
"Abby." Gibbs warned.
"Oh! Of course." Abby said, coming to stand in front of Gibbs' desk, "I got lucky and found the wig right away. It was a short spike wig."
"Did you-"
"-ask for the security tapes and the dates people bought that specific wig?" Abby said, cutting McGee off, "Right here."
"Did you get the warrant McGee?" Gibbs turned to him.
"Yes boss." McGee said, "It'll be here from legal shortly."
Gibbs glared at him.
"I mean, I will go get it right now." McGee corrected himself, standing up quickly.
"I am going to see Cynthia, you guys stay here." Gibbs said.
"But-" Ziva began.
"Stay."
When Gibbs entered autopsy Jen was already there, rubbing Cynthia's back.
"Are you all right?" he asked Cynthia quietly.
The shaken woman nodded.
"You understand that I need to know what happened?" he asked.
"Yes." she whispered.
"Take your time." Ducky advised from behind Gibbs.
"I was taking a walk with Chelsea in the park when a large rock hit me in the head." Cynthia began.
Gibbs turned to Ducky who nodded.
"Her injuries are consistent with a rock having struck her temple."
Then Cynthia reached in her pocket and pulled out a scrap of paper with smears of blood on it.
Gibbs took it from her out stretched hands. He had put gloves on in case there was any evidence on it. He opened up the folded paper and read it aloud.
'I am closer than you think.'
Cynthia began to cry.
"Shhh." Jenny murmured soothingly.
"Thank you Cynthia." Gibbs said, motioning for Ducky to follow him.
Once they had moved farther away, Gibbs turned to Ducky.
"Did you discover anything about Petty Officer Wendell?" Gibbs asked.
Ducky sighed and handed Gibbs the recorder.
"I'm afraid, Jethro, that I was unable to determine much from her files." Duck said, "I recommend speaking to the fiancé."
Gibbs nodded in agreement, his face grim.
"I agree."
Colonel Thomas Grey came to NCIS later that afternoon. He was tall, respectable looking man with red swollen eyes.
"Thank you for coming in Colonel." Gibbs said, "Have a seat."
"Do you know who did this to my fiancé?" he asked immediately.
"We're working on it." Gibbs said, "We need to ask you a few questions about Laurie and her baby."
"Her baby?" Thomas asked, confused.
"First and foremost," Gibbs began, "are you the father?"
"Um- is this important?" Thomas asked, looking uncomfortable.
"Yes." was all Gibbs said.
"Then, no."
"Do you know who is?" Gibbs asked, hopefully.
"No." he answered, shaking his head, "She said it was a part of her life she didn't want to bring to our future marriage. I was going to adopt the baby as my own."
Gibbs gave a frustrated sigh. 'Dammit' he thought.
"What do you know of her past?" he ask the confused looking colonel.
"She is a military brat. She is estranged from her parents. She lived in a rough neighborhood before she moved in with me." Thomas said, as though he rehearsed it daily.
"That sounds awfully rehearsed." Gibbs called him on it.
"Because every time I asked her about her past, that was all I got." Thomas said, obviously irritated.
Gibbs nodded. It was apparent that Thomas had gone tried many times to pry the past out of Laurie Wendell.
"Do you know what rough neighborhood?" Gibbs asked in one last attempt.
Thomas Grey shook his head no.
Gibbs ushered the colonel out and went down to Abby's lab.
Abby was frantically tapping away on her keyboard and acknowledged Gibbs without looking at him.
"Gibbs don't come any closer." she commanded, "I am not ready."
Just then her computer dinged.
"Ooooh! Never mind!"
Abby brought up the results from the finger prints on the note given to Cynthia. But they both gasped a the name that came up.
Damon Werth.