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Tony's POV

NCIS Building

"Timothy McGee!" I shout the moment that elavator doors open.

My co-workers smile at this entrance, because they all know by now that this is my regular humor, and nothing is truly "wrong". I'm truly angry, but nothing is wrong. My dad flew in from New York to visit, and to introduce me to his new wife. Apparently he got married again. Yesterday during work, Tim agreed to come over to make the experience less cruel. He never answered my text to give him the time to meet up, and he never even showed. Meeting up with my dad and his new wife is never fun, especially alone.

"Tony! How's your dad and his wife?" he asks, smiling, but with a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

I mockingly laugh.

"You should know, Tim, but you stood me up," I answer, not yelling or coldly uttering. Just stating.

Tim looks at me weirdly

"You texted me and said that you wanted to hang out with them alone."

Liar.

"I sent you no such text, McFib."

We stare at each other for a split second, until the mystery solves itself.

"No, but I did, Junior," my father announces as he casually struts into the bullpen," Junior, you shouldn't invite your friends over to a family gathering.

I groan, and open my mouth to say something back to him, but Gibbs walks into the bullpen before I can even start to think of a response.

"We've got an attacked civilian on a Naval Base. Grab your gear." He tells us.

I just nod and grab my gear, then don't even acknowledge dad's presence as I leave him in the bullpen. The team gives me odd stares, and I decide to allow the awkwardness to sit for the time being.

-Crime Scene

Have you ever seen a familiar face who's name you just can't remember? You think to yourself, "Oh, I know her! She's... that girl..." This lady's face is so familiar it hurts. It kills me that I don't know who she is, even though I sorta do.

She's... that girl.

Woman, I mean. No offense to her, but she's aged. She's done it well, but she still aged. She's gotta be in her sixties, but I remember her as a young woman. Mid to late thirties? Maybe?

If that's the case, I was young when I knew her. Fifteenish.

Who is she?

"DiNozzo! Are you gonna bag and tag or are you gonna start-" Then before Gibbs can finish the "question", I see a woman running to the crime scene.

She tries to get through the tape, but McGee stops her. She groans and reaches into her pocket. Everyone but me points their guns at her, but start putting them down when we they see that she is taking out a badge.

"Relax, I'm with the FBI. What's going on? Where's my Aunt?" She asks, showing him her badge. The badge shows the woman with her dark brown hair in a braid that falls down onto her left shoulder, which is also strikingly familiar. Familiar just like the older woman.

"Your Aunt?" Gibbs questions.

She nods.

"My Aunt, Olivia Foster."

Olivia Foster?

I instantly remember who the women are.

"Alice?" I call out to her, and she instantly looks at me with a confused expression.

My eyes start to water as I clear my throat and correct myself.

"Al," I call again, weaker than before, because a few seconds and her looking straight at me gave me clarity. This is Alice Foster. She was my best friend during all of high school. I fell in love with her. She kept me going through the worst time of my life. For two years, because we met when we were fourteen, I had been depressed. The fact that my mother was dead hadn't fully sunken in, and dad wanted to abuse and neglect it into me. Wanted to remind me that I would never feel loved by a mother ever again. And that was because she was dead. Tiny little me endured that for two years, until Alice came into my life. She came, and I finally felt loved again. Dad had gone to jail for six months for credit card fraud, and Aunt Olivia, who babysat me at my house occasionally before hand, watched me for those six months. That's when I met and fell in love with Alice. Al.

"Tony!" She cries, and I push past McGee to give her a hug.

"Uh, you guys are being kinda rude," McGee tells us after he gets over his "oh so traumatizing push."

I laugh.

"Leave us alone, McKilljoy."

-NCIS BUILDING

Gibbs watches me carefully as I walk over to him, holding in my left hand a cup of hot chocolate for Alice. He is standing outside of the conference room, with Alice on the other side of the door, waiting. She's in even more pain than I am, I realize. I haven't seen Olive in a good thirty years, but Olive is her Aunt. Practically her mother. With all of that pain that Alice is going through, what right do I have to grieve? Yes, Olive was in my life for a while, and yes she did make such a huge impact. But Alice was Olive's baby. Olive raised her and was there during her birth. Olive didn't even know who I was, so what right do I have to say that I'm in pain? My goal and my job is to protect and comfort Alice, not the other way around. Any tear that I shed is just a sign of weakness, especially around her.

So, why I feel that I'm about to lose my mother all over again?

When I reach Gibbs, he just continues to stare at me. I lightly bounce as I wait for him to just let. Me see. Alice,

"Are you sure that you want to do this?" He asks.

I nod, though it is a lie. I don't want to face her. I don't want any of this at all. If I had to choose between seeing Alice like this and never seeing her again, well, I'd choose the latter. Who wouldn't?

I nod because I have to do this. For Alice.

Gibbs slightly frowns and opens the door, stepping in first. I walk in after him, an I see her. My mind didn't exactly process the fact that this is the Alice that I loved several years ago, and she's back. She hasn't changed much, either.

"Hey Tony,' she whispers.

I just smile, unable to form words.

"How is she?" Alice asks us, looking at us with pleading eyes.

Gibbs looks at me, waiting to see if I'm going to answer or if he is. I feel mute. My thoughts are so quickly forming and are so crazy and random, that my poor mouth can't form any words.

Finally I mutter, "she's in surgery. That's all that we know."

That's the truth. All that I know is the obvious. All that I know is that it doesn't look good, but I don't say it. She knows how bad it looks. However, we haven't gotten a call letting us know that she has lost the fight, so we're just going to assume that the woman still has a heartbeat. That's good.

Alice nods, hopefully not coming up with her next question. I know so little about how Olive is doing right now, and that's killing me too. I don't have that many memories of my mother. I know of events that happened, sure, and I may even remember what she did and sometimes even said if I see a picture. But the love she felt for me? How she said she loved me? The way her hugs made me feel? The smell of her perfume? Those are fading by the minute, unless I experience it again. Then it just makes me cry. Mom isn't exactly out of my mind an she never will be, but her memory is dim. But because of reasons I can't explain, my memories with Olive are still there, and they're strong. Maybe it's because I knew her for four long, life changing years. Maybe it's because I see so much of Olive in Alice, to the point where it seems that I'm talking to the same Olive that I said goodbye to.

My memories of Olive are so strong, and so suddenly, she crept back into my life, with a bullet in her stomach and punches and bruises on her face. When I only know the bad and I'm not given in depth answers, I always assume the worst. Maybe the bullet ricocheted and managed to puncture her heart, and they didn't find that out until she died. Irrational thoughts like that always fly through my mind when I'm not given answers, and I always manage to turn the most minor thing into the most major thing. This isn't even minor, so that just makes it worse.

If Alice asked for specifics, I would, without even thinking about it, pass on my beliefs and over dramatize every little detail until her mind is going crazy too, no matter how sane she is.

That is why I sigh in relief as she just looks down and nods, not asking questions. I forgot how much she knows me. She probably knows that I will just over dramatize everything, and she probably doesn't want to have to deal with that too. Can't blame her.

Suddenly, the scorching hot liquid in time left hand makes it's presence noticed, and I look down. Without realizing it, I hash crushed the container that held Alice's hot chocolate, and the liquid started running down my hand.

Alice smiles and laughs roughly, and her tears eyes suddenly pools out the tears that she was hiding. I smile and lightly chuckle at it too, relieved that the tension wasn't as noticeable at the moment.

Gibbs quickly shuts us both up with his glare.

"Sorry boss," I mutter.

Gibbs points to the door and then in the direction of the restroom, so I smile sadly and awkwardly at Alice, then I open the door to see Tim, Abby, Jimmy, and even Ducky standing at the door. I look at them in anger, although I was expecting it.

"Hey Tony," Tim and Abby say at the same time.

"Hi," I say back and wait before saying, "can you please move."

They do so and I walk to the bathroom, embarrased.

This will be fun...

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this so far! I couldn't come up with anything else, so I decided to end the chapter here. More to come!