A/N Thank you for all your reviews and well done to my anonymous reviewer who correctly spotted that i had accidentaly renamed Jarvis after my friend whose surname is Jervis. (OOPS!)(I really shouldn't write with a house fully of screaming kids and a migrane.)

Would love to know what you think of this chapter and of the one question even i don't know the awnser to yet...Who will be the new director of NCIS!

Disclaimer: Dear Santa, for Christmas I DON'T want a pony I want Mark Harmon wrapped in a big red bow and the rights to NCIS please!


Chapter 11

Jarvis sat smug in interrogation. Timothy should have completed his work by now and Dr. Sutton should be dead. If all had gone according to plan, maybe even Tim was dead.

He smiled as he leaned back, knowing every lead to him was being systematically wiped out.

Gibbs and DiNozzo walked into the interrogation room and Gibbs dropped a file on the desk as DiNozzo leaned nonchalantly up against the wall.

Gibbs sat down and smiled at Jarvis.

"I take it you have no grounds to hold me, now Special Agent Gibbs let me go…or this will be the last interview you ever conduct." Jarvis threatened

"Actually Jarvis..." Gibbs began but was cut off.

"That's Mr. Secretary to you." Jarvis snapped

Gibbs smothered a laugh. "Not anymore Jarvis. The president has fired you, we have a new SecNav, great guy….you might know him Leon Vance." He watched as Jarvis paled and gulped taking in the news.

"You are being charged under the terrorism act, you ship off to Guantanamo in the morning."

"By whose authority….I demand a trial." Jarvis said his voice shaking.

"The President has requested….'that you drop him in a hole so deep he forgets what daylight looks like'" Gibbs turned to DiNozzo. "Did I get that right?" He asked.

Tony nodded.

"The president is a family man Jarvis, when he heard about this secret project and how you used an 8 year old boy for this and when you took over the project you continued it and tried to sell a federal agent as a weapon on the black market. He decided to make an example out of you." Gibbs informed him.

"But no one will know about this." Jarvis sneered.

"Actually all the Secretaries will be getting copies of this as a reminder what not to do."

"I should have a trial. It's my constitutional right." Jarvis whined.

"You remember that meeting you went to a few months back, the one where you agreed to keep Guantanamo in its current form…. The one that won by one vote…..yours…..don't ya wish ya had voted the other way now." Gibbs said his voice dripping in sarcasm.

Jarvis started to shake as two Agents knocked on the door to escort Jarvis to GitMo.

"Bye now…..watch out for iguanas." Tony laughed waving as they carted Jarvis off.


Gibbs picked up the folder and stood in front of Tony as he went to leave.

"We need to talk." Gibbs said.

"About?" Tony said his defenses coming up.

"Your fathers involvement in all this, what do you know." Gibbs asked motioning for Tony to sit down.

Tony took two steps back, "You told to interrogate me too Gibbs!"

"No Tony, but we need this information so I'm asking you… See no light." He said indicating towards the cameras in the corner.

"I told you all you need to know about him." Tony replied still tightly wound up.

"Did you know he was in town?" Gibbs asked

"No."

"When did you last talk to your father?" Gibbs asked.

Tony sat heavily in the chair, "When I was twelve." He admitted.

Gibbs looked at him, "Twelve? Did you live with your mother then?" He asked curious.

Tony stood up and started pacing, "This has nothing to do with Tim's situation….I don't know why my father was with Jarvis, I have no knowledge of any deals he did or didn't broker after I was twelve years old. So can we stop this now!" he pleaded.

"Tony?" Gibbs asked softly

"Look Gibbs, here it is in a nutshell you are only getting this once so pay attention…..my mother died when I was eight, my father disowned me when I was twelve. And that's it!"

"Why?" Gibbs asked.

"Because I shot him, he was beating on me and I had enough and I shot him….." Tony sat in the chair glaring at Gibbs.

"Ok Tony, we had to clear your involvement in this up." Gibbs stood up and walked towards the door.

"Tony?" Gibbs said looking back at him, "Just wondering, who looked after you."

"I did." Was all Tony said on the matter and pushed past Gibbs to leave the room.


A week after Tim's first injection Gibbs Shelia and the team were once again sitting in the waiting room waiting for Abby and Dr. Sutton to come out.

"Gibbs!" Abby's voice carried down the hall.

"Abby is everything ok?" Gibbs asked walking over to meet her and Dr. Sutton.

"Everything is fine, Agent Gibbs." Dr. Sutton said. "Tim's last injection was this morning, his CAT scan looks almost back to normal all we are waiting for his for him to wake up."

"Can I see him?" Shelia McGee asked.

Dr. Sutton nodded. "It would be beneficial if there were people he knew around him when he wakes up."

Gibbs, Sheila, Abby and Dr. Sutton walked into Tim's room.

"I'm not sure how long it will be until he wakes, I will go and fetch some coffee and a Caf-Pow?" he said turning the last word into a question and aiming it at Abby.

"Please." Abby replied.

The other three found chairs to sit in to start to keep their vigil.

Tim heard beeping, and his head hurt….a lot!

He slowly opened his eyes and saw his mom….only something was wrong. "Momma?" He croaked his throat sore.

Gibbs heart dropped. Oh, God please do not let Tim come out of this with the memories of an eight year old.

A tear ran down Tim's face "Momma….you're old!" He said confused. He wanted to ask so many more questions but tiredness overwhelmed him and he fell asleep again.

Gibbs motioned for Abby to follow him outside.

"Abbs…?" He asked not even able to voice his question.

"I don't know, It may just be him being confused as he starts to wake up….The antidote wasn't designed to push his original personality to the surface, just the one that was meant to be him. His dominant one."

"Tim can't stay on the team if he has the mind of an eight year old….I need my agent back." He growled.

Tony and Ziva walked up with Palmer and Ducky in tow. "What's happened is he ok…..is he Tim?" Palmer asked

"Eight year old Timmy woke up. Not sure if it's permanent," Abby told them. "But I know Dr. Sutton will keep a close eye on him."

Gibbs left them and walked back into the room where Sheila McGee was sitting beside Tim's bed tears silently falling.

Without looking up, she just spoke quietly. "He lived for NCIS, it was his proudest day when he was accepted to FLETC." She said.

Gibbs sat next to her unwilling or unable to interrupt.

"He's so smart, he loves his computers and Sarah. I do not know what I will do if this damn experiment has taken that from him. I trusted Jack and I trusted our government and they hurt my son…..how to I get past this, how can I be the supportive parent Tim needs?" She asked

"Tim knows you love him, take it one day at a time, and just be there for him." Gibbs offered, "You're not alone, we are all here for him as well."

They both looked over at Tim…just as all the monitors flatlined.