A/N Wow... what a positive response. Thank you all! I'm glad you're enjoying it and I also hope this lives up to your expectations!

This chapter is too fill in some details you might want to know about this Jester fellow because no doubt you will be as intrigued about him and his connection to Tony and Gibbs. Anyway, enjoy!


Leroy Jethro Gibbs walked into Autopsy and found Tony sat on the table, Doctor Mallard finishing up wrapping his nose. He still sat in his bloody shirt but the crimson had been washed from his neck and face.

"How bad, Duck?" Gibbs had an obvious frown on his face.

"Oh, Jethro." Ducky barely looked up as he packed away his kit, expecting the question, "He's doing as well as one can expect."

"Just a bloody nose, boss."

"Hmm, not quite. I'm afraid he has broken it, but luckily the bruising is mostly superficial." The doctor used his little finger to point at the top of his nose. "Just a clean break, bit of pain but nothing the dear boy can't handle or hasn't handled before." Tony received a pat on his head as he put his head in his hands in embarrassment before Ducky moved off and away from the table, nodding at Jethro.

Ziva strode into the room, McGee following not far behind. They both had enquiring faces on, clearly confused as to exactly what had happened.

"We've sent out the bolo on Jester McWilliams, boss." McGee spoke as Gibbs turned to look at them as they moved to beside the table. Gibbs nodded as a sign of gratitude and looked away in thought.

"Wow, Tony. You took quite a beating." Ziva looked over the broken nose, grabbing Tony's chin with her hand and moving it side to side. He shook from her grip and grinned sarcastically at her,

"Thank you for the sympathy, Zee-va" McGee stood beside Ziva, also looking with interest at Tony's face. He didn't even notice DiNozzo glaring at him.

"See something you like, Probie?" He barked out the name and opened his mouth in exasperation, still pulling away from Ziva's hands, albeit weakly.

"Who was he?"

"An old friend I believe, Officer David." Ducky smiled to her more than at his own answer. "A not so pleasant one at that."

"Before my time, yes?"

"And mine." McGee spoke wonderingly from beside her, both trying to force the answers from the other occupants of the room.

"Yes, quite." Ducky gave one last look over Tony's nose, also taking his chin in his hand so he could see the whole break. "One of the first cases young Anthony here worked with Jethro on. Quite a special case also."

"It was the first one after Tony joined." Gibbs spoke from his thoughts, causing everyone to look at him in shock. An indescribable silence filled the room as everyone gaped at Gibbs, apart from Ducky and Tony whose face slowly transformed into a smile, whilst the doctor's simply looked amused.

"See," Tony turned to Ziva and grinned toothily around his fractured nose which proved difficult, "He does remember."

"Jester McWilliams," Gibbs moved around the tables, pacing in thought, closer to the team, "Born in Manchester, England in November 1976," He placed his palms on the other table in Ducky's office and looked at the team, leaning forward. "Murdered 4 naval officer's at 27 years old."

"Did he escape prison?" McGee asked Ziva's thoughts.

"Heh," Tony let out a short laugh that showed his disdain "was never charged. Managed to find some very nice lawyer that managed to say our evidence was null and void."

"And you let him get away?" McGee asked disbelieving; both Tony and Gibbs were the most stubborn people he had ever met. He had seen firsthand when Gibbs gets too personally involved with a case. He felt a hard slap on the back of his head.

"Not by choice, McGoo." Tony continued to glare at him, his hand still in the air from the slap.

"He is a very smart young man, Timothy. Jester seemed to have an act for double-dealing, one that managed to get him out of a lot of trouble." Ducky filled in a couple of the blanks for them.

"And now he's back." Tony spoke the words solemnly.

"This is good, yes? Now we can find him and charge him properly."

"Let's hope so, my dear. But first, I suggest Tony takes some painkillers," He put two pills into the agent's hand," and then I think Special Agent Gibbs should tell you the full story."

Gibbs glared at Ducky whilst Tony's head turned sharply to stare at the Doctor. His eyes were wide and looked as if they were questioning Ducky's sanity. Ducky held his hands up with a bemused look on his face.

"You can't possibly be thinking about sending two agents into a fight with this bastard without telling them what he is all about?" Ducky looked in almost shock at the two senior agents in the room. He shook his head and snapped off his latex gloves, throwing them in the bin.

Tony turned and looked at Gibbs to judge his reaction, but simply found a blank stare looking at him. Gibbs also watched for any emotion he could find on Tony's face, but receiving nothing. The façade had returned.

"Sit." Gibbs pointed to beside Tony for Ziva and McGee to sit on. They sat warily, unsure if they wanted to know the full story.


6 Years Ago

A younger Anthony DiNozzo stepped out of the car on the opposite side to Gibbs, also pulling himself out of the blue sedan. Tony's hair was much browner, gelled up and over and a pair of expensive sunglasses sat on his nose.

"Same setting, sir." Tony pushed the glasses further up as he stared into the bright summer scene of an empty green grass field. It was a beautiful area and Tony couldn't help but look at it with fond eyes that sweeped over it and at the dense foliage and forest in the distance.

"Yeah." Gibbs answered absently as he moved to in front of the car, looking away from the bright sun at the area littered with white police cars, a complete contrast to the other side of the vehicle that Tony had been staring at.

The two agents walked up to the area that hosted a body, sprawled out in a haphazard manner. It was a female officer, still dressed in her full uniform, now ridden with bullets.

"DiNozzo…" Gibbs glanced at Tony inspecting the body.

"Shoot and sketch, sir." The younger man finished off with a mock salute and lifted up the camera to his eyes to get a better picture. It clicked as he snapped the angles she had been found in and the way her head was turned. No matter how many times he saw it, Tony still felt the slight guilt that came with death. It was always a case of whether someone had been in the right place at that time that could have saved the woman… such little variables that would affect the outcome.

"I told you not to call me sir." Gibbs spoke as he walked around Tony to get a better look at the body. He crouched down and noticed that everything was the same as their last victim, the shape of the body, where the bullets were positioned… the same outcome. Jethro could even bet that the amount of evidence would be the same, which would at least make Abby a bit happier or sadder depending on how you looked at it, he guessed.

"Right." Tony murmured distractedly, concentrating more on the scene in front of him. He had only just left Baltimore and they already had a serial killer on their hands. It wasn't as if he hadn't dealt with one before but he was hoping a slightly easier case would arrive so that he could make sure Gibbs didn't go back on his offer of a job… he was just beginning to settle in. A firm slap glided across the back of his head that cleared his mind straight away, unsure if that was a good thing or not.

"DiNozzo?" Gibbs' voice was incredulous as he looked at the detectives face, "What are you doing?" He made sure his voice was forceful but didn't make the question rhetorical.

Tony zoned back in and found he had been looking at a small area of forest to the side, the complete wrong way of the body. He coughed to clear his throat and began to take pictures of the whole area, covering up his little slip. He needed to get the pictures done so he would have time to do the sketch, and zoning out wouldn't be the most beneficial to his time management.

"Sorry, boss."


"Nothings changed, I see." Ziva spoke in Tony's ear when they paused in the story. She had leaned in to whisper in his ear, grinning happily.

"There were 2 other bodies the same. That was the last one that was connected."

"So how did you find Jester connected to it?" McGee asked curiously and Tony grinned at what he classed as his favourite part of the story.

"We found some red paint, only a tiny bit," He held his thumb and index finger close together, "on the grass a bit further from the body. We did some snooping and found that it had come from a one Jester McWilliams." His voice sounded ever so smug and he smirked towards Ziva who just eyed him curiously.

"But…? How?" Ziva was baffled how a spec of paint could lead them to the murderer.

"A good magician never reveals his secrets, Officer David." Tony received a glare from the Israeli but just returned it with a small smirk.

"It's not important anyway." Nobody noticed the small glance from Gibbs toward Tony and the tiny gracious smile he was given in return…nobody apart from Ziva.


6 Years Ago

Tony stepped out of the car once again and walked into the headquarters of NCIS. It was quite large, especially in comparison to his old work place where the desks seemed to be piled on top of one another just to fit into the squad room… then again, not much work was done so he guessed he should probably be grateful.

"DiNozzo. Take this to Abby." Tony grabbed the bag slowly that was dangling in front of his face. His opposition evident from the scowl present on his face.

"A-are you sure that's a good idea, boss?"

"Why wouldn't it be?" Gibbs smiled knowingly. He knew full well how Abby treated anyone that was new in Gibbs' team, especially ones that seemed to hide things like Tony did. She liked puzzles, but only when she was able to work it out.

"No reason, boss." He took the bag from Gibbs mock confidently and rolled his shoulders slightly before stepping out of the elevator into the laboratory Abby used.

"Miss. Scuito?" Tony called out into the large area.

"It's Abby." The tall Goth slipped past him and took the bag straight from his shaking hand. An uncomfortable silence filled the room and Tony felt the need to break it...


"Tony," Ziva cut him off from his story, "I think we need to know about the case rather than how much Abby hated your…" She struggled to find the right word.

"Guts." McGee happily filled it in for her, grinning at Tony.

"Abby didn't hate my guts."

"That is not what you were saying."

"Abby did not hate my guts."

"I don't know, Tony. You are a bit much when you first meet you."

"Probie?!" He shouted to shut up the firing of abuse, instead wincing as it struck a pain in his nose.

"He has a point." Ziva ignored him and leaned closer to Tony, looking him up and down, "When I first met you, you were having phone sex, yes?"

Ducky glanced at Jethro in exasperation who planted a firm slap to both McGee and DiNozzo's head.

"Ow." McGee rubbed the back of his head whilst Tony took it like a man, or rather how he had taken it a million times before.

"We first met Jester…"


6 Years Ago

Special Agent Gibbs walked into the interrogation room 1, where a young man of about 26 years sat, slouched on the chair. He had longish black hair and didn't seem particularly bothered about being in the room. His eyes looked around carelessly. Gibbs threw down 3 files onto the steel table and sat down opposite the man. He leaned forward and crossed his fingers on top of the desk.

"I was told that Special Agent Gibbs will be interviewing me." The English accent was fairly strong and sounded quite smug as it spoke. "I presume that's you then."

Gibbs didn't answer but just grabbed the file and opened it up and threw each picture of the victims in front of Jester.

"If its guess the odd one out, I'm afraid I'm better at number puzzles."

"Three victims lying on metal slabs downstairs say differently. You killed these 3 naval personnel."

"No. No I did not, Special Agent Gibbs. You have the wrong person." Jester didn't seem bothered by anything Gibbs said or showed to him. His face was passive and didn't seem to give Gibbs any leeway with the investigation.

"We have evidence that shows you were at the murder of these naval personnel."

"Oh, Gibbs, so… formal. Surely if you had enough evidence I wouldn't be sitting in an interrogation room. Something is telling me that you only have a tiny bit and are waiting for a confession from me?" Jester placed his hands behind his head and leant back against his chair. His tongue licked his lips and a smirk appeared full force.

"I don't always need evidence to know if someone is guilty, Jester."

"Maybe not you, but the jury definitely do and I seriously," he leaned forward to meet Gibbs halfway, "seriously doubt you will be able to even get to court before you are laughed at Special Agent Gibbs. Now I came in here by choice, since you couldn't even get a warrant, so now" the man moved to stand, "I'll be leaving by choice."

Gibbs watched silently, glaring as Jester stood and stretched before holding out his hand for Gibbs to shake. When Jethro made no move to take the hand, he withdrew it and gave a slight nod.

"Good day, sir."


"After that, Tony escorted him out the building and by the time we had found more evidence, by luck, he had already fled."

"So why is it so personal?"

"Just because he fled, doesn't mean we never had any contact with him. The little bastard escaped big time from every government agency by knowing the right people and the right things." Tony clenched his teeth once he had finished and tried to look down at his nose to divert his attention elsewhere. His anger was displayed through the closed fists and the way his eyes darted over the panels on the autopsy floor.

"And now he is back?" Ziva asked, solemnly.

"And now he is back."