DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NCIS OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS!

Everyday is Monday, Until It's Not

Ch. 1

"NO, MCGEE!" Tony screamed his warning as he saw his partner moving out from behind the dumpster. The rifleman was looking right at him and with no delay pulled the trigger. The thundering shot was answered by another from Tony's own gun. It didn't play out in slow motion the moment it happened, but the replay that went through his mind made it appear so every detail became sharper the next time he saw it. The only positive part of the vision was the shot he made that put an end to the shooter.

The rest of the day was hazy. Answering questions from Gibbs, Ziva and the director. Watching Ducky and Jimmy taking Tim's body- that was the hardest part. Realizing that nothing could be done to bring his Probie, his partner, his friend back. Someone drove him home and helped him into his apartment. He must've eaten, or perhaps hunger was a pang he'd never feel again.

It wasn't necessarily mandatory to take leave, though he'd be on desk duty until the case was closed. Tony needed to be around people, even those who might look at him accusingly. His car was in the lot so he drove himself to the Navy Yard. Everything seemed disjointed; his guilt and grief still heavy on his soul. Yet the things passing by gave him a sense of déjà vu.

A yellow Mustang convertible with the top down stopped next to him. A beautiful blond woman at the wheel looked over at him and smiled. Tony felt he'd seen her somewhere before. Yesterday morning on his way to work, he remembered as the light changed and she was gone taking the next right turn.

Tony shook his head. If every morning was going to bring her to his attention things might one day be better. As he reached headquarters he was filled once again with the dark reality that he wasn't going to see the man who'd become like a brother to him. He parked and made his ay to the front doors to go through security.

"Good Morning, Agent DiNozzo," Max greeted. "Hope your Monday's not a moan day."

Tony put his belongings back on his person. "It's Tuesday Max," he corrected quietly.

Max looked at him quizzically having heard the remark. "No. It's Monday for sure."

Tony shook his head wondering if the aging security guard was wandering into dementia or maybe it was the bottle.

The elevator ride was somber. For the first time Tony was questioning if he should've stayed home. Seeing the empty desk and seeing the sadness in everyone's eyes, well maybe not Gibbs' eyes, he'd have his hidden well enough, would be near to impossible to bear.

Reaching his floor he watched his feet as he made his way to his desk. He dropped his bag behind his seat and folded himself into his chair putting his head down on his folded arms atop his desk.

"Why so gloom?" Ziva asked.

Mumbling into his elbow Tony automatically corrected, "You mean glum, Ziva." He snapped his head up and looked at her smirking at him. He was expecting to see her looking as down as he was. Didn't she care about losing a team member?

"Maybe he's hung over Ziva. We should try to keep our voices DOWN! Tim ended his reply loudly.

Tony nearly fell over sliding his chair back and standing at the sound of McGee's voice. 'What the…?' he thought. 'Maybe I am hung over.' He recalled his yesterday morning to be similar. Sunday night he'd watched some college basketball until late with a few friends from his alma mater.

"What is it Tony?" Ziva asked a bit alarmed at Tony's sudden rising. Noticing the color on his face fading slightly, she said "You're not coming down with something I hope."

"I hope he's not letting something come up," Tim looked with concern toward his partner.

Tony wasn't sure what to think. Had it all been a dream? Was he awake now? He sunk back into his chair rubbing his face with his hands. When he pulled his hands from his eyes he glanced at Ziva who was still looking wary and turned to look to his right and saw Tim preparing to come to his aid.

"No, I'm okay," he held up his hand stopping McGee in the process of getting up. "Must've had one too many last night after all," he tried to smile. Coming to the conclusion that no matter what the reasoning he was going to go with the nightmare of seeing Tim killed before his eyes was just that- a nightmare.

Still everything around him seemed oddly familiar. Not familiar like he'd been there every weekday and countless weekends for the past ten years, but like he'd been dropped into a day he already experienced. Dispelling those thoughts he checked his email.

"Now that's strange," he mumbled.

"What is strange?" Ziva asked.

"Besides your bat sense of hearing?" Tony threw back still wondering why all the email he was looking at seemed like yesterday's email, but yesterday had been Sunday. Wasn't it?

Ziva glared, but soon stood to approach Tony's desk. "You are not looking well. Is something wrong?" she said with evident concern.

Not wanting to admit how crazy he must be getting Tony smiled. "I'm fine Zee-Vah. My email is acting up is all," he explained signing out before she could look at it.

Before any more could be said Jimmy came walking into the bullpen with a stack of files he was attempting to put on Gibbs' desk. He misjudged the edge and before Tony could warn him they fell to the floor. Tim got up quickly to help.

Jimmy sighed, "Great! Now Dr. Mallard will be fit to be tied since he's expecting me right back." He began sorting papers and sliding them into the folders.

"We will help you Jimmy," Ziva offered taking a quick look over her shoulder at Tony who seemed frozen in place with his mouth agape.

'Whoa,' Tony thought, 'Either I am reliving this day again or I'm psychic, because I knew that was going to happen. Not because Palmer often is fumbling things, but because I saw it happen just like it did.'

Tim's voice brought him back to the present, whatever the present was, "Come on Tony. Give us a hand."

He jumped from behind his desk and helped to sort the files. While they finished Gibbs appeared watching them silently. It took a few moments before his presence was recognized by Tony, "Hey, Boss. We've got this under control."

"Uh huh," Gibbs replied sipping from his cup.

Once all the files were stacked on Gibbs' desk Jimmy high-tailed it back to autopsy with a quick "Thanks everybody," tossed over his shoulder.

As they watched him rushing off the phone rang. Tony's gut clenched. He went to his desk and began to gather his gear before Gibbs gave the order. Silently he pled that it wasn't a premonition he'd experienced.

"Gear up," Gibbs ordered eyeing Tony speculatively, but kept going toward the elevator.

"Where we going Boss?" Tim asked entering the elevator.

"Warehouse District on the Southside," Tony mouthed as Gibbs answered. Tony standing behind everyone in the rear dropped his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.

Getting to the scene they saw a perimeter set up by the Metro police and a SWAT team at the ready for any orders. Gibbs was given all the details. A lone shooter was on a rooftop and so far had shot a petty officer who just happened to park in a lot near an empty warehouse to do some shopping at a mall nearby. It wasn't known if she had been targeted or not, but the shooter had shot at the first officer who arrived to help the young woman. She was currently still lying where she fell. No way to tell if she was alive or not. No replies other than returned fire were given when they attempted to talk with the shooter.

Gibbs directed his agents on where to go to get a line on the shooter. Tony cringed fearing what happened in his 'vision' was going to reoccur. He saw Tim behind the dumpster and peered up to the roof in time to see the glint of sun off the metal of the rifle. He looked back to see Tim moving to get his own look.

"NO MCGEE!" Tony screamed. But just like before he was too late. His shot was just as spot on, but the death of his friend went unchanged.

Again things passed in a haze. Only this time he was filled with more anger that he didn't do something, anything to stop it. Gibbs was losing patience with him and had Ziva take him home before he slapped him so hard he'd end up in the hospital.

"Get it together, DiNozzo," he ordered as Ziva walked him away.