Gibbs walked into the office. "Has anyone seen DiNozzo?" he asked.

McGee didn't look up from his computer. "He hasn't come in yet."

Gibbs shook his head. "This is gonna be the last time he's late. I'll see to that."

So he waited, plotting away. And he waited, and waited, and waited some more. Finally, he got sick of waiting and took out his cell phone, quickly dialing Tony's number. It went straight to voicemail.

"Damn it," he muttered. "McGee!"

"Yeah, boss?"

"Run over to DiNozzo's for me. Just check up on him."

McGee groaned. "Aw, c'mon. You know he won't go for that."


McGee sighed. "Fine, fine. I'm going. But I'm telling him you sent me."

"I wouldn't expect anything different," Gibbs said with a smile.

McGee walked to his car, grumbling to himself. He didn't mind looking out for Tony (even though Tony did), but going to his house seemed a little…much. But Gibbs thought it was a good idea, and Gibbs was boss.

Twenty minutes later, McGee pulled onto Tony's street and rolled up to his house. And knew right away the something was amiss. The door was open, and even through the small gap he could see that stuff had been knocked around. His heart started pounding in his chest as he walked up the steps to his senior partner's house. He pushed the door the rest of the way open.

"Tony?" he called falteringly. He stepped in. Something glass broke under his foot. He continued into the house, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, worry and fear gnawing away at him. He walked into the kitchen and his heart dropped to the pit of his stomach.

There was a pool of blood on the floor, a trail of crimson leading to the back door. A knife was on the floor, red to the hilt. Dishes was scattered and broken, the clock knocked from the wall.

Tony's phone was on the floor.

"Shit. Tony." He took out his phone and called Gibbs. "Gibbs? You need to come. Now. It looks bad, boss."


"What the hell are you talking about, McGee?" Gibbs said sharply. "I'm coming."

Ziva looked up, feeling herself grow nervous. "Gibbs? What's going on?"

"Come with me. DiNozzo's in trouble."

Ziva followed him as they walked out to the parking lot. "What do you mean he's in trouble? What does that mean? Gibbs, tell me what's going on."

"I don't know! That's why we're going to his house!"

Ziva swallowed back the lump forming in her throat. "His house is the crime scene. Boss, you don't think…He's not gonna be…He isn't…"

Gibbs shook his head. "No. We're going to find him and bring him home in one piece. Understand?"

"Yes. I understand," Ziva said. I'm just not sure I believe you.

Gibbs looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "We'll get him, Ziva."

She nodded. "I trust you."