They were all too shocked at the horror of Tony's last words to make a sound.

Out of the corner of his eye, Gibbs saw McGee wiping at his eyes. Tony was barely holding it together on the other side of the glass. He ran a shaky hand through his hair.

"We had no reports agent Barrett was seen, dead or alive." Jarvis continued the interview, a bit paler now himself.

"Well, looks like Latham had better intel than you. She shouldn't have been there. I shouldn't have been there." He was sounding angrier again.

"I asked you to go on these missions to protect our country," Jarvis said, almost in defense of himself.

Tony's tone turned deadly and low as he leaned forward again. "No, you asked me to do it because Latham told you to. I mean, I can understand, in a way, you're friends with someone a long time and …maybe you don't notice when they've changed. Maybe they hide things from you..."he looked up at the glass while Gibbs felt the accusation thrown his way. "Or maybe it was just that way the whole time and," he looked back at Jarvis, "you didn't see it."

Gibbs shook his head in confusion behind the glass.

Tony continued, "But Latham is as dirty as they come, Mr. Secretary. He's been selling those chips to the highest bidder, and now there's another auction going up for the one they took from me. You never owned me. Because as long as Latham had your ear, he did."

Jarvis sat for a moment, absorbing the words, and let out a frustrated sigh.

"So, why are you still alive, if they were cleaning up?"

"Because…" he suddenly sounded weaker, pallor shifting again to almost green, "they had other plans for me. Stratton... told me, I had a job to do. They wanted me to run a black op for them. I refused."

"And then what?"

This time, Tony took a while, looking around the room, blinking, and swallowing back the urge to get sick. He licked his lips, and sighed.

"They pulled out some...medieval, old school, cold war, brainwashing techniques."

"Good Lord" they heard Ducky mutter under his breath. They almost forgot he was there.

"Can this get any better?" Vance said disgustedly.

"Briainwashing?"

"Yes."

"How did they try to do that?"

He swallowed again. Carefully looking at the table or Jarvis. Not at the mirrored glass.

"They…caused me…a significant level of physical pain…and shot me up with some crazy cocktail of drugs…an LSD base, I think."

"How long?"

"I dunno...I...weeks?" Tony was starting to wane, exhaustion announcing itself in the slump of his shoulders.

In the observation room, his friends felt their blood run cold. Gibbs turned around and had to lean towards the opposite wall, one arm up and eyes closed, shaking his head. He wasn't sure he could take much more without going into the interrogation room and killing Jarvis.

"What did they want you to do?"

Tony looked straight at him. "Kill you."

"Me?"

"Yes. Your pal, Latham, has no use of you anymore. Seems you've served your purpose, jeopardizing the safety of the country. Hmm… Maybe even the world."

Jarvis was speechless.

Tony continued on, a little more menacingly. "What, nothing to say? Don't you wanna know, if maybe they did break me? I mean, that pencil your holding, I could just grab it and jam it into your neck..." Tony looked down at the pencil Jarvis had been fiddling with on the table on and off. He put it away.

"And…did they? Did they break you?"

Unfocused...Tony looked around a bit. "I'm not sure. But they weren't able to finish the program."

"So…what stopped it? What happened next?"

Tony smiled, genuinely, for the first time, but it was a smile that contradicted the sadness in his glassy green eyes.

"What happened next was Brian O'Shea."