AN: Thank you for all the lovely reviews! I'm really enjoying writing this, so I hope everyone else is :)

Disclaimer: Again, me no owny NCIS :( Nor am I making any money off of this (I wish...)

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Tony sighed again and found his car keys. This trip to New York was going to be long, but not long enough.

Gia Conti was putting the finishing touches on her make up. She stepped away from the mirror and sighed. Her friend Anne had picked up this ridiculous outfit for her and expected her to wear it. "It's not that hideous," She thought to herself. The dark gold, sequined shirt fitted her quite well, even bringing out some non-existent cleavage. Her mass of curly chocolate hair was pulled into an up-do that still allowed some curls to dance around her face.

Her friends were taking her out for a congratulatory party. They were going to her favorite restaurant, then to a popular club that many of the college students attended. She had just received an award and prize money for her findings in biological forensics. Even though her friends understood nothing of the complex science, they knew well enough that her findings were big, and that she deserved much more than just simple congratulations.

Gia hated parties though, and her friends knew that. She would much rather be cramped in the library studying and researching, or even just curl up with a good mystery book. Once in a while, when she was in a social mood, she liked to have a quiet, "girls night" party, where she and her friends would rent a chick flick, order pizza with weird toppings, and talk all night. She preferred jeans to dresses any day, and comfortable work boots to stilettos. It was a wonder how she had as many friends as she did. Still, her friends wanted to make her feel special and celebrate with her, so she would put up with the club just long enough to pretend that she was having fun, just so her friends would be happy.

There was a knock at her door. Confused, she glanced at her clock, reading that it was only 7:30. "Guys, I thought you weren't picking me up until eight…" She called as she crossed her room to open the door. However, it was not her friends standing outside her door.

The man that stood in front of her was familiar; she felt like she knew him, but she couldn't put her finger on it. He certainly looked at her as if he knew her well, and that made her uncomfortable.

"Can I help you?" She asked, trying to be polite. She glanced behind the now open door, making sure she knew where her umbrella was in case she needed something to hit him with. Of course, the heels she was wearing could probably puncture him as well as a bullet.

"What, Gigi, don't tell me you don't remember me?" The man said, and shot her a brilliant smile.

Her breath hitched. Only one person could ever call her Gigi and get away with it. And only one person could possibly have that dazzling as a smile.

"T-T-Tony?" She stuttered.

"The one and only," He pretended to bow.

"What are you doing here? Why are you here?"

His smile dropped, and he suddenly got a very serious look on his face, the one that was once reserved for when he talked about his parents. "I've come here to get you. I'm taking you back to NCIS headquarters." He said, sullenly.

She stared at him confused. "NCIS? What are you talking about?"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his ID. He flipped it open, and her stomach dropped. So he was no longer with Baltimore PD. "I'm an Agent at NCIS now, like your mom. I can't talk too much here, but you need to come with me, and now. I'll explain in the car. Just, grab your coat, let's go." He turned to start walking down the hall, but Gia stopped him.

"Wait, you disappear from my life completely for 14 years, you randomly show up at my door step, and now you expect me to just come with you all the way down to Washington?" She asked him incredulously. He turned back at her and sighed. "No way, I have plans with my friends tonight. They're taking me out because… well I don't have time to explain it now. They're coming soon and I need to finish getting ready. If you want to be back in my life, call ahead." She turned to close the door on him, but he caught it easily.

"Gia, I didn't randomly show up here. You need to come with me!" She just continued to look at him, trying not to cry. She spent too long on her make-up and she didn't want her friends to know she was upset. Really, this was her night and he was ruining it. He sighed again. "Look, Gigi, I know I've been an ass. And I'm sorry, and I hope you'll give me a chance to explain myself, but not now. Right now, you're life might be in danger and I'm here to keep you safe."

Her stomach dropped yet again. "My life… in danger?" Her voice cracked. Impossible. No, that couldn't be.

"There was another girl that was… killed. Her name was Giana Conte. She was 21 and looked a hell of a lot like you. Around her neck was a note that said 'Wrong One.' There was the same partial print that this crime scene that was at your parents house." He explained.

She felt dizzy and lightheaded. Her hands began to shake. "Why is someone after me now?" Even her voice was shaky.

"I don't know, Gi. I really don't. All I know is that I have orders to bring you back to NCIS and to keep you safe. Please," He pleaded, and the look in his eyes made her shutter. He was completely sincere. "I have a lot to make up for the past decade and a half. I can't do that if you're not safe. Grab you're coat, let's go."

Gia grabbed her coat and purse, although the latter would hardly do anything for her. The only thing inside was her drivers license, phone, lipstick, and some money. She completely forgot that she was dressed to party, not to go to NCIS headquarters.

Tony reached out to her, seemingly to pull her into an embrace, but thought better of it and just grabbed her shoulder instead. "I'll keep you safe. Don't worry, nothing's gonna get you."