"This is bad." McGee mumbled starring at the screen. "Samuel Marino, wanted by the FBI for 18 unsolved murders."

"He tortured all of his victims for weeks before he killed them one way or another," Tobias informed startling McGee as he approached from behind.

"How do you know it's him who's doing all the killings then?" Tony asked jointing the conversation.

"He brands them after their dead." Fornell said. He motioned for McGee to hit the clicker, bringing up an image of a branding iron in the shape of a circle. Inside the circle was SM.

Tony tensed up listening to Tobias speak while starting at brand on the shoulder blade of one of his other victims.

"Here are his known associates. Daneil, Dallas, Howard, and T.J." Gibbs paused. "Dallas is the youngest and is Samuels son. Dallas' mother was one of the first victims. Hes only 19." Gibbs explained. "McGee!"

"Yes Boss?" McGee replied sitting down at his computer.

"Give me the addresses of any land or buildings that Samuel has rights too." Gibbs turned his sighted on Fornell. "And I want everything the FBI has on this guy. Right down to his favorite color."

"Okay." Tobias answered turning to his agents that were hurrying back to the squad room.

"He has no registered home address." McGee explained. "But Dallas own has 4 properties that have warehouses on them. He is also renting 2."

Tony waited for a few seconds before thinking aloud. "Alright, so I think-"

"It doesn't mater what you think, DiNozzo. Go down to Abby and see what she has." Barked Gibbs.

"On my way, Boss." Tony complied quickly, knowing that this case is really hitting on the sensitive nerves of everyone.

-.-.-

"Hey, Abby." Tony mumbled as he moped through Abby's door. Abby was standing at her computer receiving emails of records from Samuels former victims.

Abby turned and looked at Tony. Although she has stopped crying, makeup still streaked her face.

"Tony," she whispered as she dashed into his arms.

He stood there with Abby in his arms rocking her back and forth.

"She doesn't deserve this! What did she do?" Abby screamed in his chest.

"I know," he whispered.

"Tony." She backed away but starred into his emerald green eyes. "Kick. His Ass."