"Why are we going to New Jersey Boss?" DiNozzo questioned, unsure of what was the answer was going to be.

"To tell former Lieutenant James Wilson of his loss in person, and before you ask why, he was assigned as my newbie when he entered the Marine Corps. He was their when I was informed of my loss. It is only right to be there for him," Gibbs finished.

"Wait a minute boss man," DiNozzo was confused, "you know this guy personally?"

"Yes DiNozzo. Isn't that what I just said? Back during the end of my service in the Marines, they assigned me some kid fresh out of basic training. I had to show him what to expect. That was something new that they were trying out. It didn't keep though."

Tony just faced forward in reply. He really didn't want to piss Gibbs off anymore than he already has.

They arrived at their hotel about 9 o'clock that night. They checked in, put their stuff in their rooms, and decided to go find a local wing shack to find some decent food and drinks.

"DiNozzo. Look over there. The man in dress clothes has brown hair and blue eyes," Gibbs pointed out quietly in words.

"The one with the guy in the blue jeans and t-shirt with messy hair?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, him. That's former Lieutenant James Wilson. Stay here, or at least out of my way while I go say hi. I'll have to tell him tonight. You will know when I want you over there. Okay?"

"Yes Boss. Staying out of your way and waiting for your signal," Tony repeated in fewer words.

Gibbs walked over and stopped at an empty spot at the bar next to Wilson and turned to him.

"James Wilson. How have you been? It has been a long time since I have seen you last," Gibbs was happy to see his long time friend, though he wished it was under different circumstances.

"Jethro Gibbs. I have been just fine, sir. It has been a while. Almost twenty two years since I trained under you."

"Wait. You know this man? Is he a doctor? An oncologist maybe?" interrupted the messy haired man. House was genuinely confused.

Wilson turned his attention to House, "No, House. He isn't an oncologist, or even a doctor. He probably doesn't know very many medical terms. Though as much trouble that you get in, I'm almost surprised that you don't actually know him yet." He returned his attention back to Gibbs. "Sorry about that Jethro, I've told you what House could be like, and this is him. So what are you doing up in Princeton, New Jersey? Last I remember is that you were working in D.C."

"Still am. I'm actually here on official business."

"A coincidence that work let us reconnect, huh?"

"I don't believe coincidences, James. You know that. And this is a perfect example of why I don't," Gibbs waited a while before continuing, "I really hate this part of my job, James. Is there any where more private that we can go too?"

"My apartment would probably be best, Jethro. I can tell this isn't going to be good."