Ok. So I know you all want me to update my other stories, but I got inspiration for this one and just HAD to write it down. I know you can't understand what's going on yet, but that's part of the fun. Just stick with me and I promise it'll be fun!!! :D


January 6th. Tony hated that day more than anything in the world. McGee knew why, Abby knew why, Gibbs knew why, heck, virtually everyone at NCIS knew why, except for her, and she couldn't know. He felt her gaze on him. He looked up into her eyes. He took in the purple bruise still tinting her skin from her mission in Somalia. But she had come back. She had killed her father and then she had come back.

"What," he finally asked as she kept staring.

"What is wrong," she asked, concern echoing in her voice. He sighed. He couldn't tell her. He couldn't tell her that ever since January 6th, 2001 his life had been turned upside down.

"Nothing," he muttered. Before she could press him any further, the elevator dinged and Abby strode into the squad room. Her hair was down and she was dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt. She was wearing absolutely no makeup. Ziva stared at her in awe.

"Abby?" There was a question in her voice, but he knew why Abby was very un-Abby that day.

"Hey Ziva," she said distractedly.

"Are you okay," she asked, obviously now worried about Abby too. Abby didn't answer but instead turned to Tony.

"Why did we wait so long? To start remembering I mean." Tony shrugged.

"I don't know. I guess it was just too painful."

"What are you guys talking about?" Ziva was obviously very confused. Tony looked at her.

"Something you wouldn't understand."

"Is it Kate," she asked. Well she was close, Tony thought.

"No," Abby answered, although Tony and Ziva continued to stare at each other.

"Then what is it?" Tony and Abby were both silent.

"Maybe I can help," Ziva offered. Tony laughed sadly.

"The last thing we need is another David's help."

"Excuse me?" Tony shook his head.

"He never told you?"

"Who?"

"Your brother, Shay. Did he tell you about his mission eight years ago?" Ziva shook her head.

"We never discussed our missions with each other. It was a family rule." Tony stared at Ziva intensely.

"That, Ziva, is the problem."


Kay, like I said. You don't get it YET. But I hope you liked it anyway. Review if you'd like to!