It had been two long days of total nothingness as Tony, Gibbs, Abby and Ducky sat around a large metal table in Autopsy. Gibbs couldn't sit still and Tony and Abby had just gossiped constantly as Ducky watched on. Only Matheus and Poppa had survived the shootout in the flash house but after getting shot, the latter had had to been treated before being allowed to be interrogated. Gibbs had seriously considered Questioning Matheus about other members in this time but had come to the conclusion that Jordan would be sweating and panicking in his jail cell which might make the discussion more fun. Well, it would be for Gibbs anyway.

On Tony's part he was well. Not sustaining any major damage to his body meant he didn't have to have time off, not that he would do it anyway. However, Gibbs had insisted that he was checked by a doctor and it was then Tony realised it was useful to have one on hand downstairs. Ducky had stitched his spilt lip and applied some cream to his throbbing mouth and cheek but otherwise, DiNozzo was healthy and excited. Tony was ecstatic about finally catching the killer he had been chasing for months and Gibbs couldn't help but appreciate it. He knew how it felt to look for a killer and he knew exactly what Tony was feeling at the moment, even if it was more displayed with DiNozzo then himself.

"So how does this compare Anthony?" Ducky stated.

Confusion flashed in the detectives eyes.

"You mean Baltimore and Washington?"

Ducky smiled in return and gestured for him to continue.

"Baltimore is a job." He shrugged before staring at his rubbing hands.

In front, Abby and Ducky exchanged glances and slight smirks before glancing at Gibbs for a reaction. None.

Gibbs flipped his phone open as it rung. The basic, dull ring tone blasted from his pocket as Tony winced from the sudden on spurt of noise.

"Gibbs." The special agent barked down his phone. The other three occupants watched on as Gibbs eyes glimmered with smugness.

"We'll be right there." Gibbs turned to look at Tony. "DiNozzo!" He called as he set off towards the elevator.

Abby and Ducky caught each others eye once again and shared another I-told-you-so glance.

Matheus and Poppa sat next to each other in the steel and cold room. Poppa had a sling protecting his left shoulder which the bullet had penetrated and Matheus acted as if about to have a heart attack.

"I thought we don't put the suspects together, Gibbs?"

The silver haired man turned to the detective.

"Do you really think Matheus is in any position to talk DiNozzo?"

Sweat poured off Jordan like a waterfall on a rainy day and his hands rubbed furiously as his leg twitched. The green eyes danced around landing upon the steel door every couple of seconds.

"He looks like he is about to have a heart attack."

"Ya' think, DiNozzo?"

A man sat beside them, recording the interrogation chuckled at the light banter exchanged between the two. It was no secret to anyone that DiNozzo was a damn good cop. His reputation preceded him and to have that man and the 'almighty' Gibbs in the same room, was quite an achievement in anybody's eyes.

Gibbs leaned slightly towards Tony and took a deep breath.

"Why don't you go interview him?"

Tony looked at him with wide eyes. Surely he couldn't be serious. When would Gibbs ever give up a chance to intimidate anyone?

"You've been waiting for months Tony. It's only right." Gibbs looked at him with total naturalness. The compassion broke through in his blue eyes and Tony couldn't help but look in awe at the man stood next to him. No words were said as Tony nodded slightly and a hint of a smile creped up.

Gibbs felt privileged as the silent conversation caused a smile to grace the lips of the young detective. The mask had dropped. The mask that hid all inner feelings of the detective which Gibbs guessed had been locked up for no-one to see for the majority of his life. He knew it was an honour to witness, what he guessed, to be a rare genuine smile and he couldn't have been any happier to see it. The appreciation glimmered in Tony's green eyes as he turned to walk out of the dark room which, to him, seemed to have brightened.

Gibbs watched on as he saw Tony enter the door and scrape back the chair, all compassion gone as he looked at the two criminals in front of him. That's exactly what they were… criminals. They had killed people out of pure malice and Tony had no time for compassion.

Gibbs was intrigued. The interrogation had lasted for at least 15 minutes and not one word had been said throughout. Sure, 15 minutes was hardly a record in Gibbs' eyes but it certainly changed his thoughts on Tony entering and being straight to the point with the two criminals. The expectation of Tony starting with "Confess!" and they would was thrown out the window as he saw DiNozzo look at Poppa and Matheus.

Tony's cold eyes flickered back and forth on the two men. He tilted his head up and looked down at Jordan which caused the man to whimper a little. Poppa snorted and looked to the side, at the door.

"You look as if you're about to pass out Jord. Would you like a glass of water? You don't mind me calling you Jord, do you?"

As Jordan opened his mouth to speak, Poppa beat him to the chase.

"Look, Mr DiNozzo. Will you just get to the point?"

Tony looked at Poppa with a well-well-well sort of look before drawling out,

"Sure. But first let me get Jord here a glass of water. I'm sure you don't mind waiting a few minutes, do you?"

Poppa snarled at Tony before closing his mouth fully.

An agent appeared at the door carrying a half full glass of water and set it in front of the trembling man.

"T-Thanks." He seemed uneasy as he looked at the liquid sat before him.

"So, tell me. Either one of you, I really don't mind, do you agree that you brutally murdered 4 petty officers?"

Surprisingly, it was Matheus that spoke first.

"No." He said with force. "I never killed any of them."

"But you were just involved in finding the victims?"

"NO…yes… no." Tony looked at him patiently. "Listen. That last poor bastard was taking all the credit for the club. I," He jabbed at himself, "was the one that kept it going, not some crappy petty officer!"

"His funds helped though didn't they?"

"Rubbish. We had enough money without his entry, it just happened to be spread that the group was in debt which," He stared straight at the glass panel in front of Gibbs, "I will stress now, is a complete lie! I was glad when 'Guy' told me that he was our next hit!" Matheus' face fumed as his words tumbled from below his sweating lip. Tony nodded as the man finished speaking.

"So you were involved then?" Tony put simply.

Matheus looked completely stumped as his face fell, glancing at DiNozzo.

"What? No… I… wait!" He screamed as he was pulled out of his seat and handcuffed by the officer supervising the interrogation.

"You are under arrest for assisting…" The rights drowned out as Matheus was shoved out of the silver door.

Tony watched them go in silence and only turned back to look at Poppa, unfazed by what had happened, when the door slid to a close. Tony tilted his head slightly to the right and stretched his hands out and rested them at the back of his head, showing a relaxed posture. His lips made a fine line together as he let out a slight sigh accompanied with the tiniest shrug, eyes boring into the man opposite him.

"Your turn."