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The first thing she noticed was the lights. Bright, intimidating lights pounded on her eyes, and she shut them again. Her long black hair splayed out uncomfortably on the stiff pillow. She wore a tacky striped hospital gown, tied on the side.

A doctor turned and noticed her consciousness. Ziva David moaned as the doctor poked and prodded her many bruises. A black cast covered her leg, up to the knee, and her right arm was in a sling.

"Wh- What happened?" She managed, looking confusedly at the doctor. She didn't remember any of this.

The doctor- Dr. Lang, her nametag said- glanced down at her clipboard before answering. "You're at the hospital, Ziva. You wrecked your Minivan."

Ziva was confused. "Minivan? What minivan? I don't own a minivan."

It was the doctor's turn to look confused. "Well, of course you do. You were driving home from work with your husband, and you swerved to avoid a deer in the road, and hit a tree. Fortunately, your husband suffered only minor scrapes and b-"

Ziva interrupted her. "I am not married!" She held up her left hand to show the doctor, but a gold wedding ring rendered her speechless.

The doctor looked flustered. "Ziva? What year is it?"

"2007." She answered confidently.

The doctor shook her head slowly. "And your last name is…"

"David!" Ziva answered with a little more stubbornness.

The doctor frowned slightly. "Ziva, I suspect the crash took your memory. The condition's called amnesia, and I'm not sure if it's permanent. The year is 2011, and your name is Ziva DiNozzo."

Ziva gasped.

Just at that moment, Tony walked in. Flashing a smile at the doctor, he took the seat next to Ziva's bed. "Looks like you're finally awake. You've been sleeping for, what, 28 hours?" A bandage was wrapped around his wrist, and he looked a little… off. But he was still Tony. And apparently, he was her husband.

Dr. Lang shot Tony a sympathetic glance. "Tony, Ziva's got a little amnesia. Maybe you could fill her in on a few details?"

Tony grinned and nodded, a strand of his now-longish brown hair falling in his face. "So, Zi, what dontcha remember? The place of the accident? The time…"

Another sympathetic glance. Ziva still hadn't uttered a word to her husband.

Dr. Lang cleared her throat. "Unfortunately, Tony, Ziva's amnesia goes a bit further back than that. She doesn't remember the last four years."

Tony looked obviously taken aback for a moment. "You don't remember… anything. You're still Ziva David, we still work with Gibbs, Vance is still director…?"

Ziva gasped. Tony's tone implied that none of those things were still current.

"What happened?!"

Tony took a deep breath, and those green eyes turned nostalgic. "Gibbs, Vance, and Ducky were flying commercial airline to California, for some business or something. The plane was bombed, Ziva. No survivors."

Ziva was on the verge of tears. "Who would do that?"

Tony's eyes turned sympathetic and reluctant, but he knew he had to answer the question.

"Your father."

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