Author's Note: Are you ready to see if you were right?

"He's gonna kill him!" Tony exclaimed, watching Gibbs' back as the Boss tossed the furniture aside. "What is he doing?" He flew to the door, wrenched it open, and spun around the corner to the Interrogation Room.

He tumbled into the room, intent upon stopping the inexplicable carnage he was sure was occurring, but drew up short as the bellowed words registered.

"Where. Have. You. Been?" Gibbs was shouting.

"Busy!" the suspect hollered back. "And who broke your fingers? My number hasn't changed!"

"Mac, I swear, someday…!" Gibbs broke off, losing his fight to keep the grin from splitting his face. "Oh, it's good to see you!"

"Likewise, Jethro!" the other man laughed as they pounded each other's backs with bone-crushing force.

DiNozzo was completely flummoxed. "Boss… why are you hugging…?… our suspect?"

"Witness," Gibbs corrected, one arm still draped over the other man's shoulder as he jabbed a playful punch at his stomach. "MacGyver isn't our suspect."

"MacGyver…?" Tony shook his head in confusion. "And you know this…?"

"He couldn't kill anyone. It's a genetic thing," Gibbs returned, as if that explained it all. "Mac, seriously, when did you hit DC?"

MacGyver's interrupted yawn finally caught up with him. "Three long days ago, Gunny. You wouldn't believe what I've gone through tailing this kid. The fact that he lasted this long in this city kinda amazes me."

"You saw this go down," Gibbs stated, setting up MacGyver's chair and moving the table back into place.

Mac dropped gratefully into his seat, stifling another yawn. It was obvious he was having trouble keeping his eyes open. "Not just watched it, got it on film."

DiNozzo jumped. "You did? Where is this evidence?"

Mac was scrubbing his eyes again. "It's in my rental. Did you guys find it and bring it in?"

"The vehicle, and everything in it, was delivered to our Forensic Scientist. She's processing it right now," DiNozzo replied.

Gibbs picked up the file & read through it. Humorous disbelief raised his eyes. "A Jeep, Mac?"

"Do you know how hard it is to find someplace that rents those?" Mac retorted. "Couldn't bring my own; I was in such a hurry that I hopped a cargo plane to get out here."

"You're still driving that old bucket? That thing's a classic by now!"

"Got the blue plates in the mail last year," Mac nodded with a sleepy grin. "She's been through a lot, but she's still with me. The Nomad too, but I lent that to a charity auto museum. They don't build them like they used to."

Gibbs nodded. "Got my old Camaro from my Dad."

Mac looked appropriately impressed. "Nice!" A thought hit him, and he turned back to DiNozzo. "Come to think of it, Tony, there was a building across the street that might have had security cameras pointing our way. Would you be able to find out?"

Tony stared at him with the distinct feeling that something important had happened but that he'd missed it somehow. "Uh… yeah?"

"Let's go see what Abby and McGee have put together," Gibbs said, hauling MacGyver upright. As his old buddy caught his balance, Gibbs paused a second, turning to shoot a look at DiNozzo. "What are you still doing here?" he demanded. "Get that security footage!"

Tony backed out quickly, and hurried down the hallway.

Author's Note: All right, all of you who guessed the identity of our Special Guest wins an imaginary Swiss Army Knife! Those of you who figured out what Tony felt he missed will win an imaginary roll of duct tape!