AN: This is only speculation on my part; it is by no means fact (but I think it would be a nice twist!)

The thing Tony remembered most about Jeanne were her eyes; bluer than he'd ever seen, and piercing, as though they could see right through him. In those eyes he had seen so many emotions: happiness, sorrow, love, lust, anger, fear, determination. He had caused her to feel all of those things in the course of their unconventional romance.

The moment he had seen the eye floating in the glass, he had known it was hers. How could he not? They were eyes he had gazed into many times. He had known right then and there that she was dead.

And he hated himself for it.

"We found her here in the water," the officer on duty said. He had been the unlucky one to stumble upon the dead body. "Thought she was an officer, so we called it in."

Sure enough, she had been dressed in the uniform of a Navy Lieutenant, all the necessary honors in their place on her blouse.

"Should we just take this one?" the officer asked. "Seeing as she doesn't really fall into your jurisdiction."

"We'll take it," was all Gibbs said. He left no room for argument.

She was floating so peacefully in the water, only inches from where her father's yacht had once floated. Lying lifeless in the water, she almost looked like her father.

Tony wasn't stupid. He knew it was no coincidence that he had been the recipient of their killer's gift, nor was it any coincidence that Jeanne's body had been dressed in a Naval uniform and dumped in the same place that her father had met his end. Someone knew him. They knew his past with Jeanne. They knew she had been part of the reason he'd turned down the Rota position. They knew the La Grenouille case inside and out.

They were sending a message to him and the team.

He looked into the water, into Jeanne's eyes. But they weren't there anymore. Where they had once sat remained two unseeing holes. They had only received one; perhaps the other would be waiting in the mail when he got home. Or maybe it was being kept as a sadistic trophy, a disgusting reminder to the killer of what he had done and whom he had hurt.

"I'm sorry, Jeanne." It wasn't the first time he had spoken those words. He's apologized to her many times in the privacy of his own apartment, away from the ears of others. But this…how could he even begin to apologize for this?

Gibbs gave Tony a moment to collect himself (he deserved that much). But work was work. "Talk to witnesses, DiNozzo," he said gently. "We'll handle it here."

He was being coddled (as close as one could be coddled by Gibbs, anyway), but he didn't fight it. He accepted it with open arms as his emotions ran rampant.

Tony was upset.

Tony was guilty.

Tony was afraid.

Tony was angry. More than anything, he was angry.

Whoever had done this…it wasn't just work as usual for the NCIS team. It was personal.

Whoever had done this was going to rue the day they'd ever set their eyes on Anthony DiNozzo, Jr.