Gibbs, being the skilled agent that he was, knew not to go right for the ringleader, so now he was questioning one of the accomplices. Or maybe questioning was the wrong word. He hadn't actually said anything. He'd simply sat glaring for the past five minutes, radiating cold fury. The suspect had been defiant at first, but had wilted under his glare until he was reduced to the state he was in now, blubbering and swearing that it had been a mistake beating up Jimmy and that he wouldn't do it again.

Tony and Ziva were in the observation room, watching. Tony was babbling about something, mostly to himself. Ziva was too absorbed in the proceedings to really hear any of it. She felt a thrill of satisfaction, the same she felt when she watched her father interrogate the man who had planted the bomb that had killed Talli. Eventually, Tony fell silent. He knew that she couldn't really hear anything he said.

In one of the other observation rooms, the one that looked into the room that held the ringleader, McGee was standing by himself staring at the glass. He wasn't really seeing the glass though. His mind kept flashing back to the scene, when they had caught Jimmy and let the suspects get away. He couldn't get Jimmy's bruised and bloodied face out of his mind. He clenched his fists and screwed his eyes shut, trying to make the images go away, but to no avail.

He started when the door opened and Jimmy stepped in. Jimmy started as well, and as was his want, began to babble, "Oh. I didn't expect to see you here agent McGee. You don't have to leave; not that you'd have to leave anyway, unless I wanted the room for, you know. Not that I do want the room for that…"

"Jimmy," Tim cut him off; he instantly fell silent, "Why don't you quit while you're behind." Jimmy gulped audibly. Tim sighed, "So why did you come all the way up here."

Jimmy thought about it for a second before saying, "Oh yeah. Dr. Mall…Ducky. Ducky thought it would be a good idea for me to come up her and see my attacker from behind the glass."

Tim nodded, and moved over slightly. Jimmy just looked at him, so he sighed and beckoned. Jimmy hesitantly stepped forward. Tim looked away, unsure of what to say. For lack of anything better, he gestured toward the glass, and the ringleader in the room beyond it, "So yeah. That's him."

Back in the other interrogation room, Gibbs had stood up and, not sparing a backward glance, strode out of the room, leaving the bully sobbing hysterically. Behind the glass, in the observation room, Tony grinned, "Boss cracks another one."

Ziva hummed noncommittally. Tony poked her arm. She turned to glare at him, "Kindly stop poking me at once."

Tony put his hands up in mock surrender, "Woah there Tigress, Chillax. I was just making sure you were still with us."

Ziva frowned, "I'm right here, Tony."

"I can see that," replied Tony, "Did you notice that the boss man left?"

"Of course I did," she said, scrunching up her eyebrows in confusion.

"You wanna go watch him work over the other goon?" he asked her.

"Alright," she agreed.

He held open the observation room door for her, saying, "Ladies first." She left, he followed. They were silent as they made their way across the hall.

Back in the third observation room, Jimmy's breath hitched, as he looked at the young man who had bullied him his entire college career, locked up in an interrogation room. He had fantasized about this happening for years, but now that it had, he wasn't quite sure what to think.

Tim sensed Jimmy's emotional turmoil and asked, "Are you okay?"

Jimmy frowned, "I'm actually not sure." When Tim didn't respond, he hastily added, "If I'm okay or not I mean."

Tim bit his lip, "Do you know why they decided to beat you up?"

Jimmy avoided looking at Tim as he answered, "I stood him up in class."

Tim looked at him, "You what?"

Jimmy flushed, "I pointed out in front of the entire class that what he said was wrong." He scratched the back of his head, "Pretty dumb, huh?"

Tim stared at him in disbelief, "They beat you up over that?"

Jimmy looked back out at the suspect, "He always had a huge ego."

Tim felt his stomach clench with anger. He balled up his fists and glared through the glass at the suspect. The idea that someone would beat Jimmy, of all people, up, over something so trifling as a bruised ego was infuriating.

Jimmy continued, "I never thought he'd actually do it, you know."

A though occurred to Tim and his eyes went wide, "He threatened you?"

Jimmy looked sideways at him nervously, "Yeah, but…I never took him seriously you know. It's not like with you guys where you have to take threats seriously." He trailed off, speaking almost to himself, "I'm not that important."

Tim heard that last part and exhaled, "Jimmy," he said gently, "just because you life isn't in danger all the time doesn't make you any less important."

Outside the other observation room, Tony and Ziva were standing. Tony was blocking Ziva's path to the door. He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "Listen, we don't have to watch if you don't want to. I mean it's pretty much going to be the same as the other one…" He blanched at the glare Ziva sent him and said, "But we should probably watched anyway."

She pushed passed him, and he followed her into the observation room. Through the glass, they saw Gibbs working the same technique on the second lackey. Tony watched Ziva for about half a minute before he asked, "Are you okay?"

She whipped her head around to look at him, "I am fine, Tony."

Tony frowned, "because you don't seem fine."

She spun her head back to watch Gibbs, "Well, I am."

A/N-I'm sorry this is so late, I just, got caught up in other things and haven't been writing as much in general.