He let himself in, as she'd told him to do. Tony was nowhere in sight. He got the distinct impression that that might have something to do with Gisborne, as well. He knew how protective Gibbs and Tony were of Abby.
It wasn't a particularly cold day, but it might have been his tiredness that left him feeling chilled. He was wearing a hoodie, much like his older green one, but thicker, and so warmer. He had tired of Petersen's apparent want for them to wear their old clothes. His hand, now adorned with several bandaids thanks to Anna's over zealous attention, was hidden beneath the length of the sleeve, just his fingers visible.
He knew he looked as tired as he felt, but with both the hood shadowing his face, and the short distance he had to walk, he didn't think anyone had really noticed anyway. He descended the stairs in to the room he was familiar with, thanks to helping Heather set it up, weeks ago now.