A/N: Thank you for all the reviews. I gotta little team banter and little more Gibbs and Chelsea with a dab of case. Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS, blah, blah, blah.

"Kyle Rush was born in D.C. boss," McGee relayed from his PDA, "in the Borter area."

The Borter area was one of the worst places to live in Washington D.C. and it bred a population of criminals.

"He was the youngest of four raised by a single mother." McGee continued, "He juvie record is a mile long."

"What were they for?" Gibbs asked, moving around the recovery office.

"Petty theft, assault, assault with a deadly weapon, and drug posession." McGee rattled off, "All under the age of 18 and he was never tried as an adult."

"I had-" Damon opened and shut his mouth a few times, "I did a background check. Were the records expunged?"

McGee shook his head. "These were to serious to be hidden away.'"

Damon rubbed his hands over his face. This was surreal.

"Do you have his records on file somewhere?" Tony asked.

Damon nodded and headed over to his locked filing cabinet, unlocked it and extracted a file folder from it. He handed it to Tony.

"I did a background check for all three of them." Damon said, "I wouldn't have hired anyone with a thick criminal background. His came up with only minor traffic violations."

Tony skimmed the file. "Boss, I think he used someone else's background."

"How could that be?" Ziva asked.

"There are probably other Kyle Rush's out there." McGee said warily.

"We'll have to see if any Kyle Rush's died and had the same birth date as our Kyle." Gibbs said.

Damon nodded with a sigh and follow the team to their cars. Then he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. There was a paper taped to a window further down from the doorway, flapping in the light wind. He went over to the window and read the paper. He let out a strangled noise.

"Gibbs!"

His tone of voice brought the whole team running. He pointed at the paper. McGee used his still gloved hand to hold the paper still.

" 'Your sister was great Werth. And Chelsea is still going to be mine. She was payment, and I will collect.'" Tony read aloud.

Ziva turned to see Damon go white. Gibbs had noticed too and helped her steady him.

"Bag it and tag it McGee." Gibbs said.

"Yeah Boss."

Gibbs began leading Damon to the car. "Let's take what we have to office."

It was a quiet ride back.

They all thundered down to Abby's lab. The walls were pounding, resonating from the volume of her music. Chelsea was happily clapping and squealing at the unusual music. McGee was not so amused.

"ABBY!" he yelled, scooping Chelsea into his arms.

Abby clicked off her music. "Oh hey guys! Damon!"

Damon shifted uncomfortably in her death grip. "Hey Abby."

She pulled away from him slowly. "You're sad. Why are you sad? Is it because of the case? Or is it because you like Ziva and she's taken? Or maybe-"

"ABBY!" McGee tried again.

"WHAT!" she yelled back.

"This music was way to loud. You could damaged Chelsea's ears."

"What was playing Abs?" Tony asked.

"Oh, it's new!" Abby happily answered, "Their called Death Stench."

"That is quite unpleasant." Ziva countered, "And Damon isn't-"

"Abby" McGee whined, cutting Ziva off, "I'm still -"

"Do not interrupt me!"

"ENOUGH!"

The lab fell silent as Gibbs stood there glaring holes right through them.

"If I'd wanted to work with clowns, I woulda joined the circus." he said in his menacing tone.

"But not me, right Gibbs?" Abby said sweetly, tugging one of her braids innocently.

She stood up straighter when he gave her a 'don't push it' look.

"Need you to see if you can get prints off this note." Gibbs said, handing her the piece of paper.

"Of course I-" she gasped after reading it, "Oh no! Gibbs."

Gibbs motioned for everyone else to head upstairs. And it his simple, quiet way, he comforted her.

Once upstairs, Tony, Ziva, and McGee headed straight for their computers, leaving Chelsea to wander the bullpen. Her fascination was Tony's toy Ferrari that sat on his desk and he begrudgingly allowed her to play with it.

"I can buy you a new one." McGee teased.

"Shut up McDaddy." Tony hissed, "Have you found a Kyle yet?"

McGee shook his head. "How 'bout you Zee-va?"

Rolling her eyes, she nodded. "I found two born on the same day, same time, both dead."

"Now we find out their records." McGee said.

Ziva gave him the information and he started clacking away.

"Got it!" he exclaimed.

"So what now?" Tony said, "All we know is that Rush made up his background."

"Well, where would he have obtained records this in-depth?" Ziva mused aloud.

"Well, maybe- Chelsea! Don't scratch the car!" Tony screeched.

Chelsea just giggled. "Silly Dino!"

"I'm not silly." Tony pouted.

"Silly!" she giggled some more, running the toy car on top of her head in her blond curls.

"No, I am n-"

"DiNozzo, If I ever see you argue with a three year old again, you're fired." came the booming voice of their boss.

"Y-Yes boss." Tony said, realizing that he was, in fact, arguing with a toddler.

Ziva and McGee were struggling not to laugh.

"Maybe he has friends at the state records office." Tony offered, finishing his previous thought.

"Well take Ziva and go find out." Gibbs barked, "McGee, keep watch on Rush's cell and financial accounts. Chelsea, you're with me."

The team froze at Gibbs' last sentence.

"Go!"

Once the team was gone, Gibbs picked Chelsea up and headed down to Ducky.

"Ah Jethro, Chelsea!" Ducky crooned when the pressurized doors whooshed open, "To what do I owe the pleasure."

"Hey Duck." Gibbs said, smiling as Chelsea made car noises, running the toy up and down Gibb's chest.

Gibbs recounted the new information in the case to Ducky, wanting his psychological advise.

"This man thinks he has out smarted you." Ducky said thoughtfully, "He honestly thinks he is invincible and unfortunately, that will be his downfall. To the everyday world, he would seem normal, but he has manic tendencies. He may have medication, but is probably only taking them sporadically, which makes the medication a moot point. He is dangerous then, without remorse."

"Can he plan things?" Gibbs asked.

"Oh yes, while he is manic, he is a brilliant man and even his worst episodes, his mind is lucid enough to plot schemes. That is when he is most dangerous."

"Our shots at catching this Bastard?" Gibbs implored.

Ducky smiled. "You always get your man, Jethro."

Gibbs gave him look, shifting Chelsea in his arms.

"You'll need to figure out his next step. Then get there before he does."

Gibbs nodded, waved goodbye and stepped into the elevator.

"We're gonna get him baby girl," Gibbs whispered, "I promise."

He kissed Chelsea's head and set her down. He laughed when the little car starting driving up his leg. He tried to frown.

"Gibby!" Chelsea squealed, taking his hand.

Forget it. At this moment in time, he couldn't frown for all the money in the world.

A/N: up next, Tony and Ziva at the state records office, and yes, I know D.C. is not a state, I'm just not sure what else to say.