A/N: Sadly I own nothing pertaining to NCIS or its' characters.

Old Nemesis, New Respect

Chapter 5: Face to Face

Gibbs and McGee stood outside the conference room door.

"Boss, how do I approach Kyle? What do I say?"

"McGee. Work it like a case right now. Kyle doesn't need to know the specifics just yet." That being said they stepped into the room.

"Gentlemen, I'm Special Agent Gibbs. You already know Agent McGee here." Both young men stood at attention.

"Oliver Kispert, sir." Extending his hand he introduces his brother. "This is Kyle." Kyle reached out and shook Gibbs hand as McGee watch and wondered.

Gibbs broke the awkward silence that was threatening to take over. "Take a seat fellas."

"Did you find our dad?" Oliver started.

"Where is he?" Kyle finished.

McGee filled in the blanks, "He's downstairs, getting himself together."

"Is he okay?" The boys echoed each other.

"For the most part," Tim said.

"Can we see him?" They spoke simultaneously, offering a slight grin. "Sorry." Again, spoken in unison.

Tim observed, "You two must be very close."

"Like peanut butter and jelly."

"Yeah, Ollies' the peanut butter cause he can get annoying, like sticking to the roof of your mouth annoying."

"And berries need to get pounded to make jelly little brother."

Oliver hooked an arm around Kyles' neck with the intention of giving him a noogie. Kyles' quick thinking had Oliver flipped over into a chicken wing hold.

"Q!...Q!...Q!

Kyle pumped his hands in the victory. "Bond wins again!"

The agents just watched, waiting for the boys to settle. "Boys!"

"Sorry." The stereophonics was getting a bit old.

"Q? Bond?" Gibbs looked at the boys. Both of them opened their mouths at the same time.

"One at a time." Gibbs insisted.

Kyle began with an explanation. "For obvious reasons my family thinks I need assistance to get by. "Q" here, likes to invent things and I get to be his guinea pig. Like James Bond gets to test Qs' gadgets."

"Hey, you gotta admit it Bond. They work more often than not." Oliver insisted.

"Okay, 50% of the time."

"Come on Kyle at least 90%."

"75%," Kyle countered.

"80%," Oliver raised.

"Sold!"

"Gentlemen, do we have to separate you two?"

The door opened slowly, "I wish you wouldn't."

"Dad!" Both boys jumped from their seats and headed for their father, practically tackling him.

The agents took note on how well Kyle navigated the room without incident.

Gibbs sat at the head of the table with his two agents to the left of him. After all the tears and hellos the three Kisperts took the chairs to the right.

"Thank you, sir. I know this isn't normal procedure, but I had to make sure my boys were alright."

"How about you Dad, are you alright? Do you need your medicine? Kyle and I can go get it, if it's okay with Agent Gibbs."

"Someone will take you shortly." Gibbs introduced DiNozzo to the young men.

"Just call me Tony guys."

"Mr. Kispert, this is Agent…"

"Timothy McGee. Glad to see you doing so well Champ. Never thought you'd become a cop though. I would've guessed Silicon Valley or even Wall St. Naval Intelligence is close enough."

"Naval Criminal Investigative Service actually," McGee corrected.

"Either way, Navy, like you father."

"Yeah."

The two men continued to talk as if they were the only two in the room. DiNozzo and Gibbs listened while taking mental notes. Meanwhile, the younger ones remained out of the loop, totally confused.

"Marines were a good fit for you Neil."

"Joined, just for college money. Like you said, good fit, so I stayed with the Marines."

"You were training with the paratroopers?"

"Training accident took care of that. Since I had an obligation to the service I was retrained in another field."

"You could have taken a medical discharge."

"And do what? I love being a Marine. Not being able to put on the uniform would've killed me."

"Oh, and alcohol won't?"

"Semantics, McGee."

"So, radio and cryptology, right?"

"Seems I had a knack for puzzles."

Ziva knocked on the door and entered asking Gibbs to step into the hallway

"I've called DSS and CPS. There's no placement this late on a Friday. And, because of special circumstances…"

"What! That fifteen year old boy doesn't have "special circumstances!"

"Anyway, they suggested a boys home or "juvie"? Ziva shook her head not knowing exactly what juvie was.

"Over my dead body!"

Gibbs stepped back into the room with Ziva and gave McGee a nod towards the far end of the room. When they returned to the table, the four remaining men sat quietly, waiting for the hammer to fall.

"Mr. Kispert, you're going to have to remain in our custody during the investigation."

"But, I can't…!"

"Let me finish."

"DiNozzo is going to escort you to Walter Reed under guard for a psych eval and to get you back on your meds the right way." DiNozzo gave his boss an affirmative nod.

"And my boys?"

"They're going to stay with me."

"Excuse me!" There goes the Kispert stereo again.

"There's no foster placement for guys your age available."

They turned to their father questioning, "Dad?"

He looked at his boys then faced Gibbs, "You sure about this?"

"Only me…in a big house."

The four agents stepped out to give the family a little private goodbye time.