It was late, over midnight. You could see nothing; the room was totally dark except the red light from the DVD player. There where almost no sounds, the only thing you could hear was a soft snoring, coming from the sofa. A long person was sleeping; one arm was reaching to the ground the other was laying over the person's eyes. One leg had reached the wooden floor and lies there lonely the other leg was still safe on the sofa.

If you look closer at the person that is sleeping you would see a wine glass, almost falling out of the hand that's just a cm. above the floor. If you looked more closely, if you looked at the face of the person, then you would see, a young man. A man with dark hair, nothing else, it was to dark to see.

The breathing of the man starts to change, it's becoming harsher. It looks like he is in distress. He start to turn around, he almost falls to the ground. He settles back down and seems to relax. The wine glass that was first half full was now almost empty. Then suddenly his breathing changes again.

"Kate!"

The man was clearly awake now, still breathing hard, he was sitting on the red sofa.

"God, no! Sigh, not again!" Come on DiNozzo, you must sleep. If you go to work one more day with black bags under your eyes Gibbs will kill you! It does not matter that it was three years ago this week that …sigh, you know what happened. Then he noticed the wine glass, still clutching in his hand. He looks down and sees the red on his white T-shirt. His mind goes right back to the nightmare he just had, the same dream he had for the past week or so. He goes back in time and once again feels the blood on his face, he once again sees Kate get shot, and once again he stands there and does nothing, just starring at the person lying at his feet, once again he sees all the blood leaving the body of his partner.

Ring, ring. His cell phone went of.

Tony slowly registered the sound. Who the hell is calling this time at night? Please don't let it be a case. I really don't want to go right now.

He picked up his phone that was put on the table in front of him. Next to the phone were one red wine bottle and a DVD, you could not really see witch one. There was also an open pizza box with one piece still over.

He looks at the screen to see who's calling him. He can't remember seeing that phone number before. He wonders who is calling him this late. He looks at the time on his cell and sees that it is already past two in the night or morning. Dam this better be good. He pushes the green digit on his cell and but it to his ear. Before he can say something he hears a gruff voice in his ear. The gruff voice he dreaded to hear all evening was on the line.

"Get outside now!"

"What?"

"You heard me, now!"

Thousand thoughts where racing trough his head. Why is he calling me? Why is he not using his own phone? Has he already broken his old one? What's going on here? There must be something wrong otherwise he would never have called me.

He looks around for his jacket.

"What's going on?"

"I explain later, just get outside and get into the car. You have one minute."

"What? Wait!" But nobody heard him; the caller already had hanged up.

Dammed, this does not make sense!

He had found his jacked. It was laid on the chair. Crap my white T- shirt is totally ruined, it's red. By the sound of it I have no time to change. A well, he probably would not notice it.

He put on his jacket and walks to the side table where his keys where laying. He put his gun and badge with him. He does not know what's going on, but he will not totally be unprepared. When he is by the front door, he turns back to the table and put the last piece of pizza in his mouth. Then he opens the door and steps outside into the cold.

A car he never has seen before stood parked outside of his apartment. What the hell! A new cell and a new car? Something is very wrong here, but he wants me in the car. Ok DiNozzo, just go slowly, I don't like this. Tony walks to the car, he is looking around him, he is having a feeling that he is being watched by someone outside of the car. He so does not want to be hid in the head from behind again. He opens the car door and sees the face he dreaded to see so soon after the last time. The blue eyes where definite in death glare mode. This time tough it was not pointed to him but to someone who was sitting in the back. Tony looks behind him to see who the target was.

Suddenly he can't breath.

"No." A weak no was the only thing he could say trough his tight throat. The face of his nightmares a long time ago was starring back at him. He was screaming inside his head, how can this be? No this is impossible. He looks back to the person with the blue eyes. This time the man was looking at Tony, but now it was not a death glare, if you knew the man well enough, you could see concern.

Ok thanks for reading this, please let me know what you think of this story and tell me if I made some grammar mistakes, this is my first time writing in English so I hope everyone understands my story.

I have a question for you all.

Who do you think is the person that calls Tony and who is sitting in the car?

Please review! Thank you! Thanks Ella for your grammar tips