"Ziva!"

He felt himself falling into unconsciousness, but he needed to hold her. His hand reached to where it had been only moments before, but his fingers only brushed hers and fell away…

Tony awoke, heart beating wildly in his chest. Once he got his bearings, he looked at where he was. He was not in the car. He was not in his room. He was definitely not in a hospital. Is this Ziva's room? He racked his brain trying to figure it out until he felt something shift next to him.

"What's wrong, babe? Leaving already?" A sweet voice pouted beside him. He looked over to see a 20- something blonde underneath the covers.

"Uh, yeah I-uh, I need to get to work."

"Okay. Call me later?"

"Sure." Tony lied as he slipped into his clothes and out of the apartment.

Finally outside, Tony surveyed his surroundings, trying to locate his car. What the hell was that back there? He was just in a serious car accident. Maybe… maybe he was in a coma or lost his memory. That still wouldn't make sense. It would have been Ziva lying next to him, and he was positive that wasn't her apartment.

"Ziva." He mumbled to himself. Now he was beginning to worry. Maybe she died in that crash. Maybe it's been years and he's moved on already. No. Don't think like that, Anthony. He mentally chided himself. Tony found a newspaper stand and bought one so that he could see what day it was, or year.

"Unbelieveable, I tell ya! Yankees lost last night! To the Cubs! Since when does that happen?" the vendor ranted. For a second, Tony shared the man's disappointment, but then he remembered his task. It was late May, 2013. Ok, at least I'm still in the same year.

At last, he found his car and got in. It was his old Mustang, the one that was blown up years ago. Immediately, he thought something was hinky, especially when he saw his Baltimore PD badge and not his NCIS one. So he put it in drive and headed down to the Navy Yard, where he was certain everything would still be the same.

He flashed his badge at the front entrance, claiming he was working a joint case with Special Agent Gibbs and was granted access. His heartbeat rose faster and faster as the elevator climbed up to the floor he was so familiar with. Sighing, he got off and walked to the bullpen.

A brunette head faced him and McGee sat at his normal desk. Nobody was sitting at his desk, but it was obviously occupied. Tony looked closer at the brown hair and realized that it wasn't Ziva's, causing his heart to sink, but it jumped again when he realized who it was.

"Kate?" he asked as he stopped in front of her desk.

The woman looked up, confused. She didn't recognize him. "Can I help you?" she asked slowly.

"Yeah, uh, Tony DiNozzo, Baltimore PD. I need to, uh, speak with Special Agent Gibbs."

"He should be up in a minute. How did you know my name?"

"I don't know your name."

"You just said Kate."

"Oh yeah, that. You reminded me of someone I knew whose name was Kate. But she died, that's why I sounded so hopeful. Just a coincidence."

"Don't believe in them." Gibbs stated as he strode into the room carrying his coffee. Great, at least Gibbs is the same. Tony thought.

"I need to talk to you, Gibbs." He said.

"Says he's with Baltimore PD." Kate supplied.

"Alright. Speak."

Tony lowered his voice. "In private."

"Conference room's upstairs." Gibbs led Tony to the elevator. Once inside, Tony shut it down, making Gibbs give him his full attention.

"I learned that from you. You also taught me your rules and how to survive on coffee. The only thing you didn't ever teach me was how to get that damn bat out of your basement."

"I remember you, DiNozzo, but I don't remember ever teaching you anything. We worked together for a short time, about twelve years ago. It was your partner, Danny Price."

"Then you offered me a job here. I took it. Two years later, Kate joined the team, and McGee joined after another year. Then Kate died and Ziva came and-"

"No, you turned down my offer. None of that stuff ever happened."

"See, that's my problem! I woke up this morning and I didn't know where I was. The last thing I remember is the dream I supposedly had, and it ended with me and Ziva in a car accident." Tony's eyes pleaded for Gibbs to understand. Gibbs nodded, allowing him to continue. Tony filled him in with all that happened in the span of twelve years. When he was done he watched his boss quietly. Gibbs saw truth in Tony's words. He couldn't just kick him out on the curb, especially not when Tony said he was like a father to him.

"Okay. We'll figure this out together."