Jack took a seat across from where Tony was standing, Gibbs following, pull out and sitting at the head of the table. Tony paced a couple more times, trying to wear off the nervous energy still bouncing inside him, before sitting on the other side of Gibbs, across from Jack.

"Late last night." Jack began, looking between both men as he talked. "About 2300, I think. They're guessing he had help from his rouge buddies that are still on the outside. I don't care much for guessing, but since at this point I'm more concerned with catching him, and not how he escaped, I'm letting it go. Sam and Daniel will be here later today to help. This will be a joint operation, and there won't be any argument over who's in charge. I am. Most, if not all, information leading up to and after his arrest is classified. If at all possible, we're going to try and keep it that way. If there is an avenue that needs investigating that requires that information, Tony, along with Sam, Daniel and myself can explore it. Questions?"

"How does DiNozzo have the clearance?" was Gibbs' first question. Jack wasn't surprised. Tony's knowledge of the program was by complete accident.

"If it wasn't for certain events that have transpired, Tony would have never been privy to this information. At least not without having had worked there. Which could have been the case at some point, but I digress. It was these events when the program at Cheyenne Mountain first started, that lead to Tony's full knowledge of the program." Explained Jack, thinking back to when that blue crystal hit him when Tony happened to be visiting, and then when they all thought Daniel had died in flames and had his memorial service at the General's house. A memorial service that Tony had attended, having known Daniel and became close friends with him. Explaining how he was miraculously alive to Tony without explaining what it was they really did, was damn near impossible. And they had thought explaining the crystal incident was difficult.

So Tony signed the nifty papers that granted him access to the real life behind the 'Deep Space Telemetry' crap he was fed before. And after that day, he sometimes wished he never knew what was really going on. You can only be told that the man you consider more of a father than your actual father is kidnapped, captured, missing, or dying so many times before it starts to really wear on a person. More often than not, Tony was terrified to answer his cell when with the ID showed either the Mountain, Sam, Daniel, or Jack.

"Trust me Gibbs, it's not all it's cracked up to be, knowing classified information." Jack and Gibbs both had to laugh at that. They both knew enough classified information to already know the truth behind that statement.

"Now Gibbs, why don't you bring the rest of your team up to speed on the situation," instructed Jack. "Tony, I want you to start locating all of Makepeace's former NID buddies, and find out what they've been up to these past few years." Jack handed him a list of names for Tony to get started with. "See if any of them could be helping him out in any way. Shelter, information, weapons."

"On it, Jack." Tony took the sheet and headed back to his desk to get started. Gibbs waited until he left the room before speaking.

"What did you mean when you said you practically raised him?" Jack sighed. He should have seen that question coming eventually. He knew from what Tony has told him about cases, that Gibbs was protective of his team. Jack saw it, even when Tony did not.

"Tony's father, to put it lightly, is an arrogant ass. His mother and I were really good friends and after she died, I made sure that Tony was looked after. I don't know how much of his childhood he's told you, but knowing Tony, it wasn't much and it's certainly not my place to tell. So I'm just going to leave it at that, Tony's dad is an ass, I looked out for him." Jack's phone had the impeccable timing to ring just then, saving him from anything Gibbs was about to ask. Gibbs bit his tongue and left to inform McGee and Ziva of the situation.

"O'Neill."

"Jack, we're in DC. And thanks so much for the welcoming committee."

"Welcoming committee? Daniel, what are you talking about?"

"Kinsey was waiting for us at the base. Apparently he didn't know you were already here, but somehow heard about Sam and I showing up today and cornered us. He's pissed he wasn't informed about the activity," Daniel spat the word like it left a bad taste in his mouth, "down in South America. Have I mentioned how much I hate that man?" Jack groaned as he ran a hand across his face.

"Don't we all. I don't even think his own party likes him. Does he know about Makepeace?"

"I don't think so. He seemed to think we're here to talk with the President and Joint Chiefs that know about the SGC. About what, I have no clue, but I didn't say anything to make him think differently. The General is going to send Teal'c once he's back from visiting Rya'c… And Paul just arrived so we'll be at NCIS shortly."

"Alright, we'll see you then." Jack left the conference room to join the others. He reached the bullpen just as Gibbs finished handing out assignments to Ziva and McGee.

"David, McGee, this is Colonel O'Neill. All findings are to be reported to him." Gibbs ordered verbally. A glance at both told them clearly to report to him first. Obviously. Jack smirked. He knew that look quite well, and he should too. He definitely used it enough with his own team.