Oh my, well, I don't know what I can say about the wait for these chapters to be honest. I'm really sorry for making all you lovely people wait for the conclusion for this. All I can say is that I have been revising away for the exams that are 2/3's over woop, so chapters will come at some point. As I said in the last chapter this will be the last of this story and I really hope you have all enjoyed it as much as I have writing it. Here goes…

Chapter 14- Full Circle

The door to interrogation slammed against the wall of the small room, almost leaving a dent, as Gibbs stormed in while glaring at Mr Beckstead. Gibbs smiled menacingly as the ex-captain jumped. He wasn't getting away with what he had done. Not this time.

Throwing a file folder on the table, pictures of a very pale looking senior field agent slipped out, Gibbs almost winced at them himself but he needed to keep a lid on his temper, they had to nail this guy right. He wanted the bastard's confession and he would do everything by the book to make sure he never saw the light of day again. Tony deserved that at the very least if Gibbs could do nothing more.

As soon as Beckstead saw the pictures, Gibbs could see the man smile as if satisfied with his own work.

"You gonna charge me with anything?" The man sneered.

"You still gonna wave your rights to a lawyer?" Gibbs replied as he got down right next to Beckstead's ear.

Neither of the men answered each other's question, but both knowing the answers automatically. Beckstead stared at the mirror defiantly, Gibbs paced around in his blind spot, but neither man spoke. Gibbs was watching and waiting until the guy cracked.

x-X-x

Behind the mirror, Abby stood silently, there was nothing more for her to do now. She'd processed all the evidence, now it was just a matter of wrapping the paper work up which the team had been doing since the guy had gotten here a little over four hours ago. She felt all but lost, she would have been up with the team in the bull-pen, except, it didn't seem right now.

She was watching for even a spark of remorse from the man sat on the metal chair. But there was none. She knew that it was silly to think that all people were good deep, deep down; especially considering all the photos and evidence she'd seen that completely ruined that. Even now all that was plastered on the face of the man in the other room was a smug smile that played upon his lips, not even her silver fox had removed that yet, but she knew he would eventually. She really hated the people who knew they had done something and wouldn't admit it.

The silence continued and it made Abby almost wish that she could go in there and force a special brand of true serum down his throat. Maybe then he could feel some of the pain he'd caused her friend. A stray tear escaped her eye as her thoughts wandered towards Tony…

x-X-x

Annoyed that Beckstead wasn't talking, Gibbs tried a different approach.

"Why?" Gibbs barked.

The man turned towards him, not even flinching at the glare he was sent.

"Why does it matter now? The brat is dead." Gibbs almost launched himself at the guy but stopped before he wrecked his career. He refused to show any emotion on his face at that last part and knew that anyone watching through the mirror would have trouble as well.

"Why!" Gibbs practically ordered

"You already know, you would have gotten a phone call years ago." And Gibbs had. But he hadn't listened and thanked his own opinion everyday since that he hadn't.

Gibbs' lip twisted into mocking but smile.

"You do everything you're told? You like being his puppet?" With this information he could get them both and he knew it. All he needed now was for this bastard to say the name.

The man flipped, not liking what the NCIS Agent was insinuating.

"I am not his puppet. Me and Mr DiNozzo are equals!" At that statement, Gibbs simply started walking out of the integration room without looking back. There was nothing more to be said, nothing more that could be done.

They had all they needed. Though before he left, while he was facing the door, he told Beckstead something that made the man turn and sour shade of white.

"Tony's not dead."

That was when Gibbs closed the door and Beckstead's initial shock turned to anger and he started pounding on the door.

Gibbs could hear the faint shouting outside of the closed door but just stood waiting for Abby, with a smug smile of his face, who appeared out of the observation room in to the hall way and minute after him.

"Gibbs? What phone call?" Abby hadn't heard anything about it, ever.

"Tony's father." Abby's eyes and expression turned quizzical even though she knew as much as she did about Tony's father.

"Why?" She asked, trying not to think of ways to find the man her self and make him disappear. They needed to do this the right way, if they didn't, everything they had done in the last few hours would all be for nothing.

"To ruin the one thing Tony loved the most, his job; just when he got comfortable where he was." Abby's lip trembled but she didn't cry, while she didn't understand how family could be like that to each other, she was happy that they had gotten Tony and given him what he'd needed.

"What are we going to tell Tony?" Abby inquired.

"That we nailed him." Tony didn't need to know anymore than that until the time came to arrest his father and that was a completely different case all together. Gibbs wanted to nail Tony's father for more than just what had transpired the week just gone. They both smiled and started off towards the bullpen to help with the remaining paper work. The interrogation could be added into the report tomorrow.

Gibbs had only played up to the fact that Beckstead thought he had killed Tony to see if that would make him more forthcoming with his answers. Turned out that decision had been right by the way he'd reacted after being told Tony was still alive.

Tony was safe and sound back at his house, ready and waiting for the rest of the team so they could have a marathon movie night. They would need a common ground to work the trust back up again so why not do it with a movie night and a home cooked meal. While the team was still down one member, they seemed to have gained another. Vance, while they had been waiting at the hospital when Tony had been getting checked out, he had stopped by and offered his apologies to the team and to Tony.

They would probably never be the best of friends but Vance, had agreed that he would make his own opinions about the Agent from now on.

If their wayward agent decided to come back to them, she would be coming back to a more bonded team.

Well. Hopefully.

The End.

I know I was rather cruel for part of that but hey, I got the chapter up. While writing this last one I did actually think I want to write a sequel to this to show the whole movie night and getting Tony's father becuase i know there are a few loose ends to tie up as well. Let me know whether I should or not. Thanks for sticking with this story and reviewing.