Tony took a shaky breath as he looked around the camp. In all honesty his experiences ther hadn't been all that traumatic, they'd just caused flashbacks to less than pleasant childhood because of the camp's strictness. Gibbs covertly squeezed his hand, silently reassuring him and with a sigh he squared his shoulders, leading the team into the base. Allowing the younger man to take the lead Gibbs walked by Tony's side, Ziva and McGee behind them, as Tony strode to the base commander, Colonel Jack Johnson's, office. Tony raised his hand, knocking on the door when they arrived, and Gibbs stepped back, remaining close enough to offer silent support. The door was yanked open and the colonel glared out. The anger on the man's face morphed into one of confusion and he stepped back allowing them inside.

"Tango-eight?" he questioned softly. "I didn't think you'd be back."

"He's not staying," Gibbs growled possessively.

"Your not cutting my hair again," Tony couldn't stop the exclamation.

Gibbs rested a hand on his head, "easy Tony."

"Sorry boss," he smiled sheepishly. "I'm afraid we have some bad news colonel."

"We're here with NCIS," Gibbs clarified. "You recently reported on of your recruits missing?"

"Yes sir," he nodded. "Thomas Harvey, he was a good man, I never thought he'd just take off."

"Colonel, he took several people hostage this morning," Gibbs informed. "It's only due to agent DiNozzo's skill with a gun that none of them were killed."

"DiNozzo," he looked at Tony questioningly. The younger man nodded, "you always were good with guns, well everything other than a Kate."

Gibbs looked up sharply, "Tony shot him with a tranquiliser dart. However he was later killed at Bethesda's psychiatric ward."

"Can you think of anyone who might hold a grudge against him?" McGee questioned.

"Sorry," he shook his head. "You should speak to his team, they'd know him better than I do, I'm sure tango-eight can show you to their barracks, if you need anything don't hesitate to ask."

"We will be staying here over night," Ziva spoke up. "We will require somewhere to sleep."

"Of course," he nodded. "Tango-eight will show you to the spare barracks."

"My name is Tony," the young man exploded.

"Thank you colonel," Gibbs grabbed Tony's arm, tugging him from the room, the others quickly followed. "Calm down," he whispered. "Show us to the barracks."

"Yes boss," he slipped into professional mode, doing as he was ordered.

The group was out on manouvers, Tony knew where they were most likely to be but sugested the team wait for their return, stating that it would be more productive to go through Harvey's belongings. Gibbs agreed with his assessment and the team quickly got to work. They worked quickly and efficiently, finding nothing that was immediately relevant to their case. Bagging and tagging everything anyway they packed it up to take it back to NCIS with them for Abby to process. Only Gibbs noticed the way Tony's eyes occasionally drifted to the unoccupied bed at the other side of the room, but refrained from saying anything, understanding that it was where Tony had slept when he trained there.

The group returned from their manouvers. Tony warned Gibbs several minutes before they arrived that they would be getting back soon and readied the team for their arrival. Ignoring the momentary flicker of surprise in the older man's eyes he shrugged and opened the door to the barracks as the soldiers reached them. Their eyes flickered over him assessingly, recognition quickly hidden, although not fast enough to hide it from the NCIS team. Looking to his senior field agent, Gibbs nodding, allowing Tony to handle the situation and showing his faith in the younger man's abilities.

"Alright, listen up men," Tony commanded in his best Gibbs impersonation causing the NCIS team to smile. "You know Harvey is missing, we need to ask you some questions, sit on your bunks, do not speak unless spoken to, you will be interviewed individually. Understood."

Gibbs felt a sense of pride as they all answered, "Sir, yes sir."

"Good, agent McGee and Officer Davide, will stay with you," Tony informed. "Probie, Ziva, a word please."

"Um Tony," McGee whispered. "You didn't tell them he was dead."
"I know," he hissed. "I don't want them knowing. Now look you're gonna be surrounded by them, keep an eye out for anything strange."

"DiNozzo with me," Gibbs called.

"On your six boss," Tony replied automatically. "Fisher you're first."

The man in question moved away from his bunk and followed Gibbs and Tony from the barracks. As the others left to question the man McGee and Ziva surveyed the remaining soldiers. They remained silent like Tony had ordered and McGee found himself hoping the interviews would go quickly, he was decidedly uncomfortable at being surrounded by trained killers: at work it didn't bother him, he trusted his team, but there was no doubt in his mind that should they choose to the soldiers he was guarding could easily over power him and Ziva. Forcing himself not to panick, he looked over at his team mate, watching as Ziva assessed each soldier in turn, and finding her ability to do so ever so slightly unnerving. He really wanted Gibbs and Tony to hurry up.