It was a bad western movie. It had to be. Here he was, gun trained on a suspect who had his gun trained on him. In an alley, churchbells ringing behind him, dogs barking in the distance. All they needed now was one of those rolling bushes and the set would be complete. Without the garbade cans all over the place and the stench of puke and stale beer of course. It wasn't a totally random scene either. Because this was his partner. Michael Jorgé Finkelton. He never thought the bad relationship they had would end like this. Tony didn't blink. He needed Michael to understand that he couldn't back down from this.

"Why did you do it Michael?" Tony asked. Michael shrugged slightly and grinned.

"I was bored," Michael grinned.

"You were bored? You betray the departement, our country, ME, because you were BORED? You got to do better than that Mike," Tony growled angrily. he had no time or patience for foolish games right now. "I don't want to shoot you Mike," Tony growled.

"I'm the only friend you have, Tony. Everyone else is afraid of you. You don't speak to people, you terrify them with all those ugly scars. I never liked you, you were just a pawn in my game there, Colonel," Michael spat the last word. Tony didn't think twice, he just stood there. "Go on, shoot me. Do it! DO IT!" Michael growled.

"No," Tony said and lowered his gun. "I won't give you that satisfaction," Tony continued.

"I killed her you know. Your little girlfriend," Michael bragged. Tony raised his weapon again. "Hah, knew that would get your attention. You never questioned the lack of evidence. Oh and your little boy too, you should've heard him screaming for his daddy," Michael laughed.

"This is all being recorded Mike," Tony said.

"Oh I know," Michael said. "I want them to hear what I did. Just to prove I could. My papi always said I couldn't do anything right but I killed your wife and son. And your unborn daughter," Michael grinned.

"How?" Tony asked. Michael shook with laughter. "Stop laughing you bastard!" Tony growled angrily.

"Oh it was perfect, Tony. You should've seen her, she was happy to see me, let me into the apartement. We talked for a while, before I grabbed her and fucked her. Then i slit her throat," Michael grinned and made the movement with his finger over his own throat. "She drowned in her own blood and your little boy got to watch. Then I cut out her heart and made him hold it," Michael continued. "Where's your backup Tony?"

"Around," Tony growled.

"Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, your little boy, little Tony junior. He kept screaming, 'daddy daddy help me! Daddy please help! Daddy daddy'. Made me sick. So I stabbed him until he bled out and died calling your name. Doesn't that just warm your heart?" Michael's smile was gone. Tony was cold with fury, he so badly wanted to pull the trigger and empty his gun into Michael's body he couldn't believe it.

"You were my partner! I trusted you! YOU KILLED MY FAMILY!" Tony yelled angrily, breathing hard and battling with tears of rage.

"Shoot me Tony," Michael grinned.

"Michael, drop the weapon!" Frankie yelled, his gun shaking. Michael grinned and pointed his gun at the Rookie, but Tony was faster, one shot, one kill, straight between the eyes. He cautiously walked over, but the dead unseeing eyes of his partner looked up at the night sky. There was nothing they could do. Tony ripped the badge off of Michael's chest and stepped on it. "Is he...dead?" Frankie asked, voice shaking.

"Yeah kid, he's dead," Tony said, staring down at the blood being washed away by the rain. "Get on the horn with Jefferson, he'll want to know Michael is dead. Call his mother and father, don't tell them what he did, that's private," Tony continued with a sigh. Frankie nodded and ran. "Damnit Michael," Tony sighed. "I wish things ended different between us," Tony said and sat down on a crate. He felt so heavy. So increadibly heavy, like everything he did left a mark on the ground. His whole body hurt from exhaustion, from running around trying to be a good man and a good friend. He had no friends. Michael had been his only friend until today. Until he found out that his so called partner had killed five women.

"They're coming down. We got it all on tape," Frankie said uncertainly. Tony looked up at him.

"Yeah," Tony said and leant his head back against the wall.

"I'm sorry about your fa-"

"Frankie, stop. No. I don't want you to say it," Tony barked. Frankie sat down next to Tony and leant back.

"Sorry about Michael," Frankie said quickly.

"Nothing to be sorry about," Tony commented dryly. A squad car, then two, arrived, and a vehicle Tony hadn't seen before stopped in front of the curb. Tony got up and made his way over to them, limping heavily on his left leg. Damn that pain! "Hey Jefferson," Tony said, "I found our killer," he continued, pointing to the dead body of his former partner. "Got the confessed killings on tape," Tony said.

"Anyone we knew?" Jefferson asked gruffly.

"Yeah," Tony said and looked at Michael's body. "My family," he said and set his eyes firmly in Jefferson's. Jefferson's expression softened. "He tried killing Frankie," Tony explained, and Jefferson nodded before walking over to Frankie.

"Tony, this is Leroy Jethro Gibbs and his team from NCIS, Agent McGee and Agent Todd," Alan said. Tony glared at them.

"Colonel DiNozzo, we were about to be brought in on the investigation, but it seems you found our suspect," Gibbs said. Tony snorted. "Too bad you killed him," Gibbs observed. Tony said nothing, just stared at Michael's body. "Someone you know?" Gibbs asked.

"Yeah, my partner," Tony said. He looked at Gibbs and made a movement with his head. "Wanna take this back to the station so I can get some clean clothes on?" Tony asked. Gibbs nodded and Tony went in the car with him. McGee and Kate got into the backseat. "Make a pit stop two clicks west first, I need coffee," Tony said. Gibbs nodded, not being very keen on the idea of a grumpy Colonel who had just killed his partner and having no coffee. Kate and McGee were even less keen on the idea. The stopped at the small coffee shop and Gibbs and Tony went in.

"Hiya Colonel, how's the leg?" Carla asked from behind the desk.

"Not good, give me two big ones," Tony said. Gibbs looked around and saw a bunch of police looking at him and the Colonel. "Only police allowed in here," Tony said quietly to Gibbs who looked at him. Carla came back. "Thanks Carla, I'm not at liberty to say anything yet but you should check out the police channel," Tony said to her gravely. Carla paled and Tony nodded and she sighed. Wether happy or sad, Gibbs didn't know, but he knew something had just transpired in silence between the two people in front of him. "You want anything Agent Gibbs?"

"Coffee, black," Gibbs said.

"Big one," Tony said to Carla who smiled.

"You come here often?" Gibbs asked.

"Yeah," Tony replied and sipped his coffee.

"Here you go Agent Gibbs," Carla said with a smile. Gibbs paid her extra and they walked outside again and sat into the car.

"They didn't look happy to see you," Gibbs commented as he pulled out of the parkinspace.

"They never are," Tony said and sipped his coffee again.

Gibbs had the feeling that this was going to be a long night.

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AN: There you have it folks, the beginning of a slowmoving AU story that just popped into my head and kept screaming at me. I just had to write this first chapter. I'll try updating my two other stories tomorrow, but ya know, public stupid machine and all. R&R :D