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Jethro opens the door to the interrogation room. The man, identified as Isaac Freemont, sits silently at the table staring into the one-way window opposite him.

On the other side stood all four of the Gibblets, Jen their mother, and director Leon Vance. Jethro sets the manila file on the table. Pictures of both Dylan Sprigg and James Peters in their marine uniforms spilled out. "What do you know about these two men?" Jethro asks.

"I've never seen 'em before in my life" Freemont reclines in his chair arrogantly.

"Liar!" Jethro slams his fists on the table. Behind the glass the Gibblets jumped a little whereas Jen and Leon stood completely still. "You did know them! You were marine buddies!" Jethro doesn't assume, he knows.

"Sure Sergeant Gibbs. I knew them." Freemont puts his hands behind his head in a cocky fashion. "We were marine buddies. Best friends. And you took that away from us"

"How?" Jethro asks, his voice never faltering in the slightest bit.

"Dylan Sprigg and I were war buddies. We kept in touch." He explains.

"Why did you kill him then?" Jethro asked.

"Who said I killed him?" Freemont cocks his eyebrows.

"We have a match on the fingerprints found in Spriggs home to yours." Jethro remained calm.

"Sure then, I must've killed him. Is that what your little lab rat found out is it?" Freemont leaned forward in his chair challenging Jethro. Jethro's stare is still as cold as stone.

"Can you explain this?" Jethro holds out the picture Ron took of Sprigg's house and the pictures of pictures inside of it. Jethro picks up on a look of disappointment etched on Freemont's face.

"Nope I can't" Freemont sits back in his chair.

"Bullshit!" Jethro yells, slamming his hands on the table. "If Sprigg was your buddy why did he take these pictures and why are you in them?" Jethro asks sternly.

"Coincidence" Freemont still looked arrogant that he would get away.

"If you knew me, you'd know I don't…" Jethro starts to say but Freemont cuts in.

"Believe in coincidences. I know" Freemont smiles overconfidently. Jethro goes back to his files.

"Did you know a James Peters?" Jethro asks, playing dumb. Freemont's eyes go glossy as he remembers.

"You know the answer to that" Freemont snaps.

"Old age makes a mind slip Freemont" Jethro lies.

"Peters and I have known each other since grade school. We were best friends as long as we can both remember. He was like a brother to me and I had nowhere to go. We enlisted in the marines together. We liked it. We were deployed to Iraq together." Freemont spits the answer out.

"What else?" Jethro asks.

"You know us Agent Gibbs. We served under you. It was tough but we lived. Got around to meetin' this Dylan kid. Fresh faced sniper in training. You remember him don't ya?" Freemont tilts his head trying to get an answer out of him. "He was a good kid. Played by the rules too much though. We were the best of friends. Then you took that all away!" Freemont snarls. "You're the one who didn't do anything when Jimmy got killed by friendly fire! You left him there to wallow in agony as he slowly died in the sand!" Freemont lashes out, standing up and kicking his chair. "After that Dylan abandoned me. He wanted to do his own thing and not be tied down my me!" Freemont was red in the face from the yelling. "I had no one else! You destroyed my only family by letting Jimmy die! So I vowed to destroy yours!" Freemont smiled.

"Seems like you failed to me" Jethro remained calm through all of this and sat with his arms across his chest silently looking at the man.

"I did not! I killed Dylan first because I knew he was following me! He was in the way!" Freemont starts to confess. "He was the one who didn't seem to care about Jimmy! I had to kill him. I dragged him to the junkyard knowing your youngest goes there all the time." Freemont states triumphantly, alluding to the months he spent stalking the Gibbs family. "The rest was a piece of cake. Especially your agent and scientist. They went down with a fight. You would be so proud, they way they wouldn't tell me anything about you." Freemont smirks in his own self-righteousness. "But they couldn't outlast me"

"And you still failed multiple times at killing my children, my wife and I" Jethro states bluntly and emotionless, trying to hide the pain of loosing Special Agent Taylor and Forensic Scientist, Cat. Behind the glass Jen was livid that Jethro brought that up so calmly when her emotions felt like a big-top circus.

"I did not fail! Your kids ran in the mall and had a gun in the house! They hid in the fuckin' basement!" Freemont admitted. "I could've taken them out easily." Freemont stated egocentrically.

"Why didn't you?" Jethro asks. "If it was as easy as you say it was."

"I broke into NCIS didn't I? I almost had your children. I almost had them! Then you would know what it was like to loose your family!" Jethro stood up and slapped the man hard in the face.

"You are under arrest." Jethro picked him up and slammed him into the soundproof wall. "Of murder, assault, breaking and entering, attempted murder and destroying government property"

"Prove it!" Freemont yells.

"I have fingerprints and a confession." Jethro states, calmly. Behind the glass director Vance tells the sound technician to replay the tape.

"I broke into NCIS didn't I? I almost had your children. I almost had them!" Freemont looked like he got kicked in the gut as he was being escorted out by Jethro his face hard. Director Vance intercepted him took Freemont so Jethro could talk to his family in private.

"Wow…Daddy, you're like one of the superheroes in Timmy's comic books!" Abby smiles brightly, her green eyes growing wide. Jen looks at her husband, a look of relief and confusion crossed it.

"Let's go home," Jethro states, picking up his youngest and they all walk out of NCIS.