Tony's phone rang the second he turned it back on as he was leaving the prison. After almost dropping it in surprise, he managed to answer it by the third ring. He didn't get a chance to say anything, as Vance's voice was coming over the line almost instantly.
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As Gibbs and McGee arrived in the bullpen, flanked by Ziva and Dorneget, Abby was waiting for them. She squealed and ran to hug them both. "I'm so excited, my two favorite guys are together." Pulling back, she slugged Tim in the arm.
"Ow, what was that for?"
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Pamela let Ducky into Vance's office and he quietly took a seat while Vance finished his phone call with Ziva. There was no mistaking the annoyance on Vance's face as he set the phone down. "Agent David has been checking in. DiNozzo is there, asleep."
"Good."
"I sent him home. That did not mean go pester Gibbs and McGee."
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"Mmm, good morning." Gibbs kissed Tim's shoulder and tightened his arms around the other man.
Tim gave a sleepy smile and snuggled back closer before his eyes flew open. "We're late."
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Jimmy stood when Vance entered Autopsy, expecting to be sent out to clean the van, but the Director didn't send him out of the room. "Dr. Mallard, if I might, I'd like to have a moment of your time. Mr. Palmer, you might as well stay since you saw what happened earlier upstairs."
"By earlier, I assume you mean the discovery of the relationship between Jethro and Timothy? I will admit that did catch me a bit off-guard."
"Is Gibbs going to be able to handle Patterson getting out of prison?"
"You mean, how will he react?" Ducky bit back a smile as he thought about the kiss they'd all witnessed in the bullpen. "For Jethro Gibbs to lose control like we saw, it must be something he feels very passionately about."
Jimmy giggled before he could stop himself. Turning red, he tried to explain himself. "I'm sorry, but that was a lot of passion we were seeing up there... I'm going to shut up now."
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"What are those?" Tony hesitated before reached out and taking the stack of books Vance was holding out to him. They were the same composition notebooks he'd hated in school, but worn and dog-eared as if someone had spent a great deal of time writing in each of them.
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While Tony stared off into space, Vance herded everyone else out of his office and informed Pamela that he wasn't to be disturbed. Then, knowing Team Gibbs, he locked his door for good measure before pulling out the sealed, hard copy file on the incident as it was known among the current and former directors.
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Vance thought that years of being an agent, a father and now a director of a national agency prepared him for anything, but he found himself speechless. McGee had shot out of the elevator, Gibbs hot on his heels, the argument that had started upstairs obviously still continuing. Vance was equally proud of the younger man for standing up for himself against his stubborn boss and curious exactly how Gibbs was going to handle this near insubordination. Gibbs' handling of it was both unique and effective and becoming hands on - extremely hands-on. Mentally shaking himself from his stupor, Vance gave a yell.
"Hey! Get a room, you two, and not one of mine."
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Tim was more than a little annoyed when he arrived in the bullpen and walked straight up to Gibbs' desk, dropping the report on the wooden surface. Gibbs looked up as he leaned forward, their heads almost touching. "So much for rule four, right?"
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Monday morning found Gibbs arriving at the Yard even earlier than usual after a restless weekend at home. He'd almost driven back out to Milford, catching himself with his keys in hand at one point before busying himself with with mundane chores around the house.
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It was well before daylight when Gibbs woke up, but he enjoyed the still mornings at the cottage very much. In a routine he'd very much like to have, once the coffee was made, he went out onto the front porch with his cup and a slice of pie. The first streaks of daybreak were starting on the horizon when he heard a rustle in the nearest tree before a thud over his head. Even though he couldn't see anything through the metal roof, Gibbs eyes went up and followed the thumping and scratching as it moved across the porch. "Morning, Norman."
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The Young's were brokenhearted and followed behind as their oldest daughter was taken to the psychiatric hospital in New Castle for an evaluation while the team collected evidence at the old house.
Finally at 21.00 Gibbs called it good as he turned back to McGee. "You able to put up with us for one more night? Now that we know what happened, I'd like to check the area where the car was found again in the morning."
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Terrence and Lila Young and their three daughters lived on a small, three acre farm, specializing in organic herbs. It was early afternoon and the local school bus delayed their arrival. When the two cars pulled in next to the farm store, the middle aged woman shooed her two younger daughters off to play.
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Gertrude turned out to be the Mayor's elderly aunt, unofficially known as the town busybody. She still lived in the apartment she and her late husband had over his one time dental office. Her living room windows overlooked the main street and the central park where Lieutenant Carter had met his mystery woman.
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The annual antique festival almost tripled the town's population, so it was standing room only in the local coffee shop. Whitehorse and Gibbs plowed their way through, DiNozzo and David following in their wake, moving fast to avoid the crowd closing back in.
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Gibbs woke well before daylight, enjoying the absolute peacefulness – until he heard the futon squeak and then Ziva started snoring. Laughing softly to himself, he ambled into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. Cup in hand he went out onto the front porch. He'd snickered to himself the day before when McGee gave Tony the task of dragging out the chairs and table for the porch, but he enjoyed sitting out there, waiting for the sun to come up.
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Tony walked out to meet Gibbs and McGee. "Hey, any luck?"
Gibbs shook his head as he pulled a pile of maps out of the car. "The search teams have been over every inch of the woods within twenty miles of where they found the car. Nothing."
"Could they have missed something?"
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Two weeks of cold cases and daily sessions at 'Gibbs' Gym' had the three of them praying for a new case, so they anxiously waited while Gibbs was called upstairs.
"Grab your toothbrushes, we're hitting the road." Gibbs came down and went to his desk. "McGee, it's a little town called Milford, Delaware. Figure out how in the heck we get there."
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It was tempting to ignoring the knocking, but McGee knew Tony wasn't about to leave, so with a heavy sigh he opened the door. As expected, DiNozzo was standing there with beer and pizza. "Tony..."
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"Good morning." Gibbs squeezed him one final time before pulling back. "I'll drive you home so you can change."
"Thanks." Tim quietly dressed in his clothes from the day before, slightly wrinkled from a night sitting in the dryer. Before they left, he reached out and touched Gibbs' arm. "Last night was a memory I'll cherish forever."
Gibbs brushed his hand down Tim's face. "Me, too."
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