JT walked in room with a mirror which he knew wasn't much a mirror but another room connected and people watch you. Fornell told JT to sit down. The teen watched him go. He shrugged and wasn't a murder. His reasons were that he wasn't even here during the plane trip. Two men come into the room and JT looked at them as if he wasn't able to talk. Once again, he shrugged again.

"Hey, I'm -," The African American FBI agent started.

"Let me guess, you're Mr. White," Pointing to the African American and then the white man, "You're Mr. Black."

"I cannot do this." The African American yelled. "Listen bud, you have killed a marine."

Agent Arnold threw a picture of the dead marine, which was down stairs. The teen flinched at his father's picture. In the little room, the Special Agents, Medical Examiner, and Fornell watched the interrogation of the teen. All of them believed that his innocence with his relation of the deceased. The doctor looked over to Special Agent Gibbs and saw him watching the teen closely.

"Alright, don't play good cop bad cop cause it's not going to do anything." He lay back with his legs on the table, hands behind his head and yawned.

"When did you last saw him?"

"A couple days ago," JT acted very natural but inside he was scare.

"Where were you?" Agent Stevenson asked as getting in his face.

"On a plane heading here and if you don't mind get out of my personal space, I'll really hate people doing that."

Stevenson wouldn't stop, Arnold wasn't thinking of the innocence in the boy and Gibbs was going over broad. Tony was watching the teen with Gibbs' influence. He was surprised this was the same kid that he met an hour or so ago. The team were watching little Gibbs in interrogation. The kid wasn't much talkative earlier and now, was too talkative. JT looked at the guys, who huddled into a corner, and looked at the mirror knowing his uncle presence was there. He sighed and put his head down. He didn't like this and being faced as the first suspect in a murder case of his father. The FBI thought it was him. He thought of what his uncle thought. His gut feeling was acting up but he couldn't do a thing. His nephew wasn't the culprit. Ducky went back to autopsy and the squad went back to squad.

"Alright, no more games kid."

"What? I didn't realize we were playing a game, Special Agent."

"Damn right." Stevenson cursed.

"Kid, we got more questions." Agent Arnold said

"And I'm thirsty."

Agents Arnold and Stevenson looked at each other and saw Gibbs right in front of them just for a second. His personality was exactly like Gibbs. Abby stayed in her lab but rushed into the dark room. Literally, tackled Gibbs to the ground.

"Abby, what's wrong?"

"Remember the hair and the DNA came back."

"What does that mean?"

"JT is innocence." Gibbs nodded. Abby left and went to tackle the little Gibbs. She was asked to leave but she attacked JT. JT looked at her as if she was crazy and just got to the insane level. Abby hugged him as he smiled as he figured out what she was saying.