Tony scratched his salt and pepper hair as he sat upon the edge of the bed starring endlessly at the photo in his hands. The photo was unlike any modern photography; in fact, the picture was a hologram emerging from a thin plate of technology in his hand. He could not keep his eyes off it. The holographic picture showed a young woman around the age of 21. She had short dark curls but her eyes shined blue against her olive skin. Her smile was identical to his self that stood beside her in the picture. He of course was far older than how he was back in the days where HLCIS did not even exist. That new agency opened around 2035, the girl in the photo was only 18 years old.
He closed the hologram and placed the small flat screen display back into his pocket. This technology is too far advanced for the world he is present in now. He looked up at the flat screened television that hung from the wall. He had much trouble with turning it on once he got to the motel, forgetting that here televisions are not voice activated like they are in 2038. He got up from the bed and pulled out his roughed up bag from under it and plopped it upon the bed. He unzipped the bag revealing some old clothes he used to wear in 2013 and under it was his gun, his old gun that he used during his old days at NCIS before Gibbs retired and he became team leader. He pulled out his college sweater and placed it over his head onto his upper body. He pulled the hood over his head and zipped the bag back up. He grabbed his room key and headed out the door.
The streets were dirty and a little crowded after he checked out. He looked to both sides trying to remember the lay out of the city before its reconstruction. He turned several corners until he finally reached it, the Navy Yard. How was he going to get in? His modern pass does not exist in 2013 so he cannot use it. He did not know where else to go, and where else to receive help, but running into his past self might be a conflict but Tony was desperate. He noticed a familiar NCIS car leaving the Yard. Inside it he recognized the younger Gibbs and himself and his teammates present in the car. A case, Tony thought. It finally clicked to him to where they were headed. He remembered this case location rather well because he had to write the report on it several times due to computer failure. He started to jog, making short shortcuts through the streets and parkways. This location was not far, he remembered it being rather close to the NCIS building. His breathing was dancing at different patterns for he was not as young as he used to be.
After about half an hour he finally made it to the crime scene. He stood among the crowd as he looked and saw his past self taking pictures of the unfortunate dead marine. He found them, what was he to do now? He pushed his way through to the front of the crowd. He kept his hood up and starred at the scene, trying to find a way to get their attention without getting killed or possibly arrested. He then remembered one case where the killer was part of the crowd surrounding the crime scene, and it gave him an idea. He gave young Gibbs a glare hoping that he would notice. A few minutes passed by and Gibbs's attention was drawn to him. At first he glanced at the older Tony unable to see his full face but only the glare in his eyes. He started to walk towards the crowd keeping his eyes fixed on the hooded man. Tony smiled and once Gibbs was close enough he made a run for it.
"Dinozzo!" Gibbs yelled at the younger Tony who looked up and instantly knew what he was asking and began to run after him along with Gibbs.
"NCIS! Stop!" Younger Tony yelled as the hooded man continued to run. He knew that his older legs could not bear as much as it used to so he slowed down knowing his past self would catch up with him. The older Tony kept on looking back to see if they were still behind him and they were. Both young men pushed themselves through the crowds that cluttered the street. Young Tony saw an opportunity as a pyramid of tables beside a restaurant stood in between him and the crowd. He climbed on top of it and saw the hooded man and jumped. Old Tony felt a pushed as his past self tackled him to the ground. Older Tony was breathing rapidly in multiple paces and relaxed his arms and did not continue to struggle.
"You little bugger! I got a degree in Phys-Ed, you couldn't stand a chance!" Younger Tony bloated as he pulled out the handcuffs from his back pocket and cuffed the hooded man. Gibbs finally caught up and knelt down beside the runner.
"Now let's see what face is hiding underneath here," Gibbs said as he pulled off the hood. Both younger men's jaws dropped as the man that they caught had an older but exact resemblance to Tony.