A/N: Hey, readers! Didja miss me? I know, it's been a while, but I've been getting ready to go off to college, so I hope that's a valid excuse for you. Plus, I only today figured out whodunnit in this story, and I had to know that to write anymore. It took away my writer's block, and I hope you like the outcome.

Just a little while later, Cynthia was sitting in Interrogation. Gibbs knew her; she did things by the book when she could, but she'd always been loyal to Director Shepard. The two had been good friends; in fact, she'd quit when Jenny had died. She couldn't see herself working in the same place after that had happened. Gibbs knew that if they had this conversation in Interrogation rather than the conference room, she'd be less likely to hold back.

But she was sitting there alone. Gibbs wanted to be the one to talk to her, but he was nowhere to be found. Ziva watched Cynthia from Observation, wondering exactly why she was there. She looked nervous, certainly, but not guilty. Surely she had nothing to do with the body that had turned up this morning. She had never seemed like the killer type. Cynthia looked again at the still-closed door, and Ziva followed her gaze. Where was Gibbs?

The answer: at his desk. He was too worried about Tony to wait until after his conversation with Cynthia.

The phone rang and rang, and Gibbs was close to hanging up and trying McGee's when someone picked up.

"Hello?" The voice sounded unsure, but not sad. It was Tim.

"Hey, McGee. How're things going?"

"Not great," he admitted. "But I guess that's understandable. I just don't know what to do; he's just sitting here, not moving or saying anything at all!"

"Not much you can do. Just sit with him. Maybe turn on a movie. Just give me a few hours, and I'll be there. We've got a possible lead."

"Really? What is it?" he asked, happy with the idea of giving his friend some good news. He hoped that as soon as this was over, Tony would get back to his old self.

"That's need-to-know right now, McGee. Don't want to jinx it." It was a bad excuse, and they both knew it, but Gibbs didn't want to take the chance of Tony finding out that Jen might have used his dead wife to convince him to agree to the mission that ended up breaking his heart.

Though he wanted to, Tim didn't question it. He trusted his boss' judgment, even when he didn't understand it. "Okay, Boss. See you in a few hours."

"Take care of him, McGee." He hung up and put on his game face. It was time to get some answers.

Ziva was getting bored and more than a little irritated by the time Gibbs finally walked into Interrogation and sat down across from Cynthia. She could see that this was not a normal interrogation; Gibbs sat down and said hello as if they were just catching up, and not there for a more serious matter. She breathed a sigh of relief. While she hadn't known Cynthia very well, she'd always liked her. It was nice to know that she wasn't a suspect in this murder, and perhaps others as well.

Her relief quickly turned to confusion, an emotion she'd already felt enough for one day. If she wasn't a suspect, then why had Gibbs called her in?

"Hello, Agent Gibbs."

He nodded. "Cynthia."

"Not to be brash…" It was weird to say that to Agent Gibbs, of all people. "But why am I here?"

"You're here because of an undercover operation the late Director Sheppard assigned to Agent DiNozzo."

"I wasn't filled in on everything," she said, her eyebrows furrowed. "And besides, I know that Agent DiNozzo is very good at undercover work, and there have been a lot of operations over the years. You'll have to be more specific."

"It was the Frog mission. I know you know about that one. I think you know more than you say you do, because when I took over the desk that week you were always right on top of things, telling me what needed to be done."

Cynthia's expression darkened at the word "Frog." "Okay, I do remember that one. But that was four years ago. Why is it coming up now?"

"That's classified. But if you know why Director Sheppard picked Tony out of all the other agents out there, you need to tell me. Now."

She couldn't hold his gaze, and hesitated before answering. "No. No, I don't know. I thought it was because he was" – Her gaze flicked to the mirror – "a ladies man, and good at undercover missions."

It was obvious that she was lying to him, but before he knew why, he didn't want to make an enemy out of her. He thanked her for her honesty – thinking maybe he could guilt her into telling the truth – and when she said nothing, told her she was free to go back to work.

She left silently, still refusing to meet his gaze.

He headed upstairs to do what he should have done in the first place: take a look at the case file. He added to his mental list of things to do to peek into Cynthia's personnel file. It was important to figure out just why she was lying to him.

Back at Tony's apartment, Tim was getting increasingly worried. He'd made Tony coffee, but it sat untouched and cold on a coaster on the coffee table in front of him. Unsure of how Tony would feel about his going near his impressive movie collection, Tim had just turned on TV, but he didn't know what was appropriate: A comedy, to lift his spirits? Or would that have seemed insensitive? The news would be on by now, but a story could come on to remind Tony of what had happened – or worse, the media could have heard about the crime scene already. Luckily, a few minutes of channel surfing took him to a movie channel, where there was an all-day James Bond marathon. Perfect.

But Tony didn't even look at the British spy. He just stared into space, not seeing anything.

When Tim noticed him shaking, he stood up and rushed to Tony's bedroom. He knew it probably wasn't from cold, but he was finally able to feel useful. He found a blanket thrown on the bed, and was about to pick it up to bring it back to the living room when something on the nightstand caught his eye. It was a picture of Tony, with Wendy on his arm, but they weren't who he was staring at.

On Tony's other arm was none other than Abby Sciuto.

A/N: WHAT? Abby knew too? Whoa! And she kept it from McGee? Oh, wait... I knew that already. Please review to tell me what you think!