a/n - The chapter you've been waiting for: Gibbs VS McGee, Sr. Grab some popcorn and enjoy the show.

As head of airport security, Michael Decker had worked with NCIS before, so it wasn't a total surprise when he received a call from Gibbs asking him to detain a passenger. However, he had never heard that level of anger in the senior agent's voice before. Whatever this Phillip McGee had done, it had certainly pissed off the other man. Now he was watching Gibbs as he prepared to question the suspect.

Gibbs handed his SIG Sauer over to Decker's assistant before unbuckling the ankle holster hidden under his pant leg. Decker exchanged worried looks with his assistant and the guard at the door. "Are you expecting him to jump you? Do you need me to get more security in here?"

"If he takes a swing at me, he's all mine. I just don't want the temptation." Gibbs gave Decker a feral grin as he handed over his knife before walking through the door. Decker and the others watched through the two-way mirror as Gibbs stalked over to stand in front of the pacing elder McGee.

"Who the hell are you? I demand to know why I'm being held here. Do you have any idea who you're dealing with?" Phillip was noticeably taller than Gibbs and probably at least fifty pounds heavier. Gibbs recognized his type, someone who was used to using his size to intimidate.

"Oh, yeah, I know exactly who I'm dealing with. You're the scumbag that I'm going to enjoy taking apart piece by piece."

The green eyes narrowed. "You're Gibbs."

"That's right, I'm Gibbs. I'm the man who's gets a front row seat to watch the mighty Phillip McGee fall." Gibbs addressed the men behind the mirror without turning completely away from him. "I want the observation room empty and the recording equipment turned off."

"It's a free country, I didn't break any laws by coming here to see my kids." Phillip took a step back, looking at the mirrored wall. Decker turned the lights on as he left to show that the room was now empty

"You're half right, old man. You didn't break any laws by coming to DC this time. You're just forgetting that you don't have any kids. Not anymore."

"Did Timmy put you up to this? What kind of federal agent has to hide behind his boss?"

"Hide behind me? He helped rescue a teammate from a terrorist camp in Somalia and you think he needs to hide from the likes of you?" Gibbs was poking at the man's chest, hoping he'd take a swing. Like most bullies, Phillip McGee never entered into a fair fight.

"What do you want?"

"We're going to have a little talk, so sit down." There was no movement, and Gibbs slapped his hand down on the table as he roared. "I said sit down. If I have to put you in that chair, you won't be getting back up on your own."

Phillip sat down, but he was tight with anger. Gibbs stood at the other side of the table, leaning over, supporting himself on his fists, as he stared at him. "Just tell me why."

"Why what? I don't understand."

"Looking at you makes me wonder if there is a God. There was nothing more important to me than my family. My little girl and my wife were my life, and they were murdered. Murdered, while I was a half a world away, defending my country. I never got to see my little girl grow up, I never got to be a grandfather. I never had the chance to have a son." Gibbs started to pace, running his hands over his head in frustration.

"Then there's you. Some damn Navy bureaucrat that threw your children away like they were nothing. Nothing. You don't deserve them, and it's killing me that they're stuck with the likes of you."

"You know nothing. What kind of tramp gets herself pregnant at..."

Gibbs lunged forward, slamming his palms down on the table. "Don't you dare. She was a child that made a mistake. She deserved your compassion and love, not to be locked away like some embarrassment. She would have made a fine mother to Sarah, but you took the choice away from her. But then , you knew that, didn't you? You've been keeping track of her all these years, that's how you knew she was coming to DC." He started pacing again. "You tossed Sarah away because she was a victim, because she wouldn't turn away from Tim, who was willing to sacrifice everything to help her? How dare you call yourself a father."

"Timothy..." Phillip shook his head with disgust.

Tensing, Gibbs didn't want to hear this man's vile opinion about his own son. "I suggest you be very careful what you say about Tim."

"He threw away a Navy career, you think I should be proud of that?" Phillip sneered as he leaned back in his chair, not catching the cold fury in Gibbs' eyes.

"What he threw away was the chance to be like you. What he grabbed was the chance to become his own man, and that's a journey I've been proud to watch. He's grown from a green rookie to a fine agent." Gibbs stopped and leaned against the table again. "He earned his spot on the top team in the country, my team, and there's not too many that can say that."

"You want him, you can have him."

"It will be my pleasure. Don't worry. Rebecca, Richard, Sarah, my team, we'll all make sure Tim has all the family he needs without the likes of you. Besides, you're going to be too busy, settling into your new accommodations." Gibbs was grinning now.

"New accommodations? What the hell does that mean?" For the first time, Phillip McGee looked nervous as Gibbs continued to smile.

"I'm sure it will be... awkward... to be dragged back to the stockade in leg irons." Gibbs settled into the chair, enjoying the show.

"I'm a civilian now, you have no right..."

"You weren't a civilian when you forged a birth certificate to hide Sarah's true parentage, when you kidnapped her from her biological mother, when you crossed state lines with a stolen infant. How about when you used your position on the base to intimidate local businesses. Being labeled as an off-limit establishment by the Navy is pretty much a guaranteed closure in a town when all of your customers are Navy personnel. The Navy doesn't like it when you use that threat for your own gain. You know what that means?"

Phillip McGee knew exactly what that meant, even if he wouldn't say it. Gibbs could see it in his eyes. Since Phillip wouldn't say it, Gibbs did, enjoying the look on the other man's face as he did. "Navy Court Martial. The best you can do will be loss of pension, but really, you're looking at twenty five to life. The civilian courts will decide what to do with your wife."

Gibbs opened to door to admit the two MP's he'd summoned before he arrived. "He's all yours, boys."

"You can't do this to me!"

As they searched and cuffed Phillip McGee, Gibbs retrieved his weapons before heading out the door.

"Gibbs, you don't walk away from me!"

"Gibbs? GIBBS?"