"Escort service," Tony insisted passing the thick folder full of ‘borrowed’ surveillance stills to Kate.

"What makes you so sure?"

Tony counted off on his fingers. "One: the parade of limousines filled with: two: wealthy older ladies who leave with: three: the young men who seem to live at the mansion. And the piesta resistance: four: the men return a few hours later, or in some cases a few days, alone, by cab. You do the math."

"Maybe," Kate allowed, keeping an edge of skepticism in her tone. "It just seems so… sordid."

"Would you be happier if the gender roles were reversed?" McGee asked earnestly, eliciting a grin of approval from Tony.

"No," Kate sighed. "So what are you saying? You think Private Edmunds decided to dump the Corp for life as a gigolo?"

"More money," Tony guessed. "Certainly better fringe benefits."

"I don’t know about that," Gibbs disagreed with a smirk. "Why would anyone rather sit around a pool all day than slog through a swamp with a forty pound ruck on his back?"

"Spoken like a true jarhead," Kate teased.

Tony laughed as he tugged the folder out of Kate’s hand and slid it across Gibbs’ desk. "Well, at least Marines get combat pay. Did you get a gander at some of these old battle axes?"

"Tony!"

"I’m just sayin‘, Kate," Tony tried to smooth her ruffled feathers, "It would be like kissing your grandmother."

"Get back to the case," Gibbs ordered as he opened the folder for another look. "Spell it out. What exactly have we got?"

"A UA Marine in an Armani suit floating face down in the river," McGee provided succinctly.

"And absolutely nothing that connects him to this place except a bad FBI surveillance photo that might or might not be him entering the back gate the day he went missing," Kate pointed out. "Certainly not enough for a search warrant. And as far as we know his death could have been an accident."

"You think he went to a yacht party and took a header over the rail when no one was looking?"

"Its possible."

"I’m afraid not, my dear," Ducky said with a sigh as he joined the group. "The cause of our young man’s demise was blunt force trauma to the back of the head. There were three distinct blows with an as yet unidentified object."

"So murder, then."

"Uh, yeah. Unless he fell on his head three times," Tony mocked, earning an elbow to the gut before Kate went back to her desk. "Ooof."

"All right," Gibbs said as he got up. "We’ll check out, what’s the name of the place? The Fontaine Estate?"

"That’s right."

"Okay, Kate, you’re with me. DiNozzo, toss Edmunds’ bunk then talk to his buddies and see if they know anything."

"On it, Boss."

"What about me?" McGee asked.

"Get with Abby and clean up those stills. And while you’re at it try to ID some of those other men."

"You think there might be more Marines in the mix?" Kate questioned.

"I don’t know, Kate, that’s why McGee is going to check it out," Gibbs replied as he checked his weapon. "Now, DiNozzo," he added, wiping the smirk off Tony’s face and spurring him into action.

"I’m gone," Tony called over his backpack on the way out.