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Chapter 1

Tony came into work that day in old jeans and a t-shirt, something he hadn't done in a long while. His hair was rumpled and he had bags under his eyes. He had spent the whole night before tossing and turning, trying to shake the awful nightmare he'd been having for days.

It was always the same. He was running, searching for something or someone. He could hear a voice calling his name, crying out in fear, a voice he recognized but couldn't place. Then there was a shot, silence, and then he woke up in a cold sweat.

Tony walked over to his desk, sank into his chair with a sigh, and put his head down on the desk. "Rough night last night Tony?" Ziva asked with a smirk.

Tony never even took his head off the desk, "now what gave you that idea Ziva?"

The mossad officer just kept smiling. "What is her name?"

"I wasn't with anyone last night Ziva."

"No?"

"No."

"Then what were you doing Tony, because you don't look so good."

"I wasn't doing anything Probie. I just couldn't sleep."

"Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine Tim. I just couldn't sleep."

"Girl keep you up all night DiNozzo?"

Tony looked up long enough to glare at his boss before he put his head down again. "No girl Boss. It's just been a bad week."

Gibbs nodded, "well it's about to get worse. Dead petty officer at Honey brook creek."

"Uggh, nature."

"You do not enjoy nature Tony?"

"It's not the nature I mind Ziva, it's the hiking, the branches, the poison ivy." Tony got up slowly and grabbed his bag as Gibbs threw Ziva the keys. "It's you driving," he explained as he followed them out.

They got to Honey brook in one piece thankfully, grabbed the bags and started the long trek up the hills and through the woods. Ziva was in the lead, followed by Gibbs and McGee with Tony lagging behind. Ducky and Palmer were on their way, apparently Jimmy had gotten lost again.

As Tony walked the sinking feeling in his stomach got worse and worse. He just couldn't shake the dream he kept having. He was trying to figure out whose voice was calling to him in the dream when he got called back to reality.

"Tony. Tony. Tony!"

"What?"

"Are you okay? I've been calling your name for almost three minutes."

"Sorry McGee. I was thinking about something."

"No kidding. Tony are you sure you're okay? You've been off all morning. You didn't even accuse Ziva of trying to kill you with her driving."

"I told you, I just didn't sleep last night." He gave Tim one of his big smiles which told the younger agent that all was not okay as he said, "stop worrying Probie. I'm fine."

"If you say so. But I am around if you want to talk about it."

"I know Tim. Thanks."

They arrived at the murder site where a young petty officer was hanging from a tree with his throat cut. They started working around the body, waiting for Ducky to arrive.

Ducky showed up about fifteen minutes later complaining about Palmer getting him lost again. His whole demeanor changed when he started working on the body though. "Oh my dear boy, so young. Who would want to do such a horrible thing to you?"

"Well, whoever it was, wasn't trying to hide it."

"Quite right Anthony. There is no way this boy could have hung himself with his throat cut and there is not knife around, so he couldn't do it after. I'd imagine it'd be hard to do hung up like this anyway." He paused briefly, "this reminds me of a young man I knew back in . . ."

Tony allowed him to continue his story half listening, half working, when his phone rang. "Hello?" he said as he answered.

"Yeah. Is this Tony DiNozzo?"

"That depends on who you are."

"Oh, I'm sorry. My name is Don Flack. I work with Danny Messer at the New York Crime Lab. You are listed as his emergency contact, correct?"

"Yeah. Why, what happened?" Tony asked, panicked.

"I'm sorry but Danny was shot this afternoon. There . . . um . . . there not sure if he's going to make it."

Tony dropped the phone in shock. During this time Ducky had stopped his story and had come up beside him just in time to catch his as he blacked out.