-Dean-

-4 Years Earlier-

"So Dad supposedly calls us from the dead leaving a cryptic message telling us to go to DC and you actually believe it." Sam said as he slid on his black shoes. They were starting to look really worn but didn't think anyone would notice.

"It was dad's voice I tell ya. He said we needed to come here." Dean said and adjusted his tie in the mirror. His face wore a grimace and he wanted to get out of the suit. It itched and made him think of when he put the itching powder in Sam's clothes. He was surprised Sam didn't strip down in the middle of the diner that day. Oh memories.

"Play the recording again." Sam said and tossed Dean's phone to him. Finding the mp3, Dean sat it on the bed and John's voice flooded the room.

"Dean, it's your father. Listen, you need to go to DC and get in touch with Dr. Mallard at NCIS. Try your best to stay away from Gibbs. He'll figure you two out in a second. Have him look over my autopsy. He'll find something in there you two need to hear." John said. A short silence followed before Dean's voice came on, urging John to talk. A few seconds later, the line went dead. Dean shut it off and placed the phone back into his pocket.

"Dean, what do you think he's going to find in the report? I mean, we went over that thing like 20 times a day for two weeks, looked up everything we could, and didn't find anything. I doubt that he's going to find something we couldn't." Sam said.

"Well we have to try don't we Sam. I mean, we don't know if that was a recording of Dad's voice or he's actually alive and trying to tell us something. We just have to get in there and have him look at the report and be on our merry way. This Gibbs won't even know we were there. Here, just keep an eye out for him. Dad kept a picture of him in his journal." Dean said and tossed Sam the hefty journal. Sam thumbed through until he came upon the page Dean had marked earlier. In the picture was his father and an older man. His grey hair stood out in the picture against John's dark hair and his gruff face was drastically different then John's soft exterior. Sam remembered looking at this picture before. He had asked his dad on many occasions who he was and all he told him was that the Gunny was one of the best Marines he had ever known.

"How are we supposed to get into the building?" Sam asked.

"Easy. All we have to do is tell Ducky we came across an interesting autopsy report brought to us by a local medical examiner and we think he should look it over. I'm sure he's been published so we could tell him we read about him in some medical magazine. I'll call him today." Dean said. He snatched up his phone and started by calling information for the DC area. Sam opened his father's autopsy as gazed at it. Under cause of death was neatly typed unknown. He knew what killed his father, but now he wasn't so sure that he was dead. Was this a recording of John that he made years ago or a call from the dead?

Ziva sat idly at her desk. She could see Tony, playing and losing some computer game while McGee jotted down random things in a small notebook. She guessed it was more ideas for his next book. She was bored and Gibbs was nowhere in site. She hoped that he would pop in suddenly, say they had a new case and the world would be in order again. She tapped her pencil against her desk slowly, trying to stare into oblivion. It didn't seem to make the clock move any faster. Hearing heavy footsteps that she was sure was Gibbs; she popped up from her desk. Gibbs breezed in and sat down at his desk.

"Sorry Ziva, nothing. Doesn't seem like anyone in the Navy or Marines is dead or committing a crime. Consider that a good thing." he said and popped open the lid of his coffee.

"I'm going down to the lab to help Abby. I can't stand this anymore." she said. She gathered up a few files and headed towards the elevator. Patience was just not on her list of attributes and whatever patience she had left was wearing thin. She pressed the elevator button harder, hoping to make it go faster. When the doors opened, she ran in and collided with a solid form. Her papers went flying and so did she.

"Well Sammy, you were never the graceful one huh?" the man left standing said. He reached a hand down to the man who he called Sammy and helped him up. He had an arrogant smile on his face and Ziva could tell her took pride in Sammy's misfortune.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't see you come onto the elevator." Sammy said, extending his hand down to help her up. He looked young and innocent; no way was he an agent. Though she did think the same thing about McGee, she knew he wasn't a part of NCIS.

"No worry. Can I help you two?" Ziva asked as she dusted herself off. She turned to see Gibbs watching the three of them from his desk. In fact, most of the office was still watching the three of them.

"I was hoping you could Miss-- David." Dean said. Ziva cringed at the pronunciation of her last name. No one in America could pronounce it correctly.

"That's Special Agent Ziva Dah-veed. And who might you two be?" Ziva said. Sammy stuck out his hand.

"Hi, I'm Dr. George Lentz and this is my colleague Dr. Neil Tuesday. We were hoping to speak with a Dr. Mallard." he said. Strange that a man named George was getting called Sammy by his coworker.

"What do you want with Ducky?" Gibbs asked from behind Ziva. Dr. Lentz face drained of color and Dr. Tuesday's smile slid off his face.

"Um, we were hoping to discuss some autopsy reports with him. We talked to him earlier on the phone. His assistant Palmer said we could find him here." Dr. Tuesday said. Ziva's suspicions started to rise. She hadn't pegged either for doctors. She could tell Gibbs was curious as he was still standing there, eyeing the two down.

"Why don't you follow Agent David down to autopsy? I'm sure that's where Ducky will be." Gibbs said and disappeared back to his desk. Ziva pressed the elevator buttons again the men shifted uncomfortably in their stances. She watched them closely. She didn't trust them and she needed to find out why.

In the elevator, Dean studied Ziva from behind her. He gun was located right on the crest of her hip and he could tell by the way he socks looked from underneath her pant leg that a knife was there. He suspected that there was another weapon hidden somewhere on her, but he couldn't pinpoint its location.

"Are you checking me out Dr. Tuesday?" Ziva asked. Dean cleared his throat and looked straight ahead.

"Uh no Miss David. I was just making sure that you didn't sustain any injuries to your ankle when you and George collided." he said. Sam gave him a look and was ready to hit him. He didn't feel worried though, he could take Sam down. Now Ziva, that would be a challenge that Dean wouldn't mind taking.

"Dr. Tuesday, we're here." Sam yelled at him. Ziva was already walking towards the double doors and he took her walk in, trying to leave the imprint on his mind.

"Ooh, that girls got a walk on her that could kill a man." Dean said.

"Would you shut up and get in there." Sam said and pushed him into the autopsy room. He always hated to be in these stark white rooms but he had gotten accustomed to it.

"Dr. Tuesday, Dr. Wentz, may I introduce you to Dr. Mallard better known as Ducky." Ziva said. An older man, dressed in his usual scrubs turned to look at the boys.

"Ducky, I'm going to go back upstairs to talk with Agent Gibbs. I'll be back down in a few minutes." Ziva said and slipped quickly out the doors.

"Tell Gibbs I'll need to see him soon!" he screamed after Ziva. "Ah gentlemen. Nice to see you here finally. I hope your trip was nice." he said.

"Ah yes, we drove here. The country side was beautiful." Dean said. Sam turned his head to roll his eyes. Dean was always the dramatic one.

"Dr. Mallard, I was wondering if we could get down to business. I have the autopsy report right here." Sam said rifling through his messenger bag.

"Oh please, call me Ducky. Everyone does. Let's see what you have here." Ducky said and laid the report down on an open autopsy table. He flipped through a few pages, let out a few random remarks, and scratched his head.

"So Ducky, what do you think?" Sam asked.

"It's a very unique death. No known cause was found and the injuries sustained in the car accident did not correlate with the death. No known toxins were found in the blood and stomach contents. All the photos don't indicate any puncture marks. I don't see anything that would even indicate a natural death. It seemed like the heart exploded rather then just the aorta itself. The man," he looked at the first page, "John Winchester, seemed a healthy man with no prior heart problems. There was no calcification or blocked arteries or even a disease that would indicate his heart was in trouble." he said.

"That's what the local medical examiner said." Sam said. The two doors opened again. Expecting Ziva, Dean turned around with a smile but got a quick surprise.

"Gentlemen, could we continue this discussion upstairs. I'm afraid they need to bring a body in that could be infected. Ducky, I'm sure Palmer can handle things from here. Why don't you come upstairs to continue talking to Dr. Lentz and Dr. Tuesday?" Gibbs said. He stuck out his arm to show the way and Dean and Sam obliged. In the elevator, Sam could feel Gibbs sizing him up. He shot a quick look at Dean and saw him swallow hard. He adjusted his tie and the coat of his suit to try and make the uncomfortable situation more comfortable. The elevator doors dinged open to the floor they had previously been on. Another agent was waiting at the elevator to escort them wherever they were headed. Sam guessed he was there to make sure they didn't try and get away.

"Gentlemen. If you could follow us to one of the interrogation rooms that are open, you can continue your discussion with Ducky." The new agent said. Sam glanced down at his ID and was able to make out Tony. He had a cocky demeanor that reminded him too much of Dean. They were lead to small red room and left there. They knew they were being watched.

"Why are they leaving us alone?" Sam asked Dean quietly, even though he knew they could hear him on the other side of the 2-way glass.

"Relax. They are probably just talking about the body that is coming. It's not like we've never been in this situation before." Dean said, referring to the many times they had been taking in for questioning relating their cases.

Behind the glass, the group watched them. After having their short talk, the two men remained quiet.

"They don't seem to be worried, except for the taller pretty boy. The other one seems to be a pro at this Gibbs." Tony said.

"McGee, what did you find out on our two doctors?" Gibbs asked.

"I found that Dr. Lentz and Dr. Tuesday are two doctors working in Africa for doctors without borders. They haven't been back in the country since earlier this year so they couldn't have called Ducky on a phone with an American signal. Also, both men are German with dual citizenship. They have heavy German accents according to their sponsor Dr. Klein." he said.

"Can you tell me why I recognize them?" Gibbs said and pulled Ducky out of the room.

"Gibbs recognizes them? This should be interesting." McGee said and watched Gibbs and Ducky enter from behind the glass.

"Sorry we are in such cramped quarters gentlemen. I'm sure you understand the SOP with infections bodies." Ducky said.

"Not a problem. My office is about this size." Dean said. Sam looked at him as if to tell him he needs to cut it out.

"My question is, where did you get this autopsy report?" Ducky asked.

"We work for the state where the body was located. After the local cops and med staff were confused with exactly what the cause of death was, we were called in to take over the case. After being confused ourselves, we decided that we needed a more experienced doctor to help. Someone told us that we should come see you as you've dealt with unusual deaths working with NCIS." Sam said.

"Sounds reasonable, but I have a question of my own. What happened to your German accents?" Gibbs said.

"Excuse me?" Dean said.

"Your files indicate that you two are doctors from Germany currently working in Africa for doctors without borders. Now tell me why you guys, who are originally from Germany, normally work in New York, have such nice Midwestern accents?" Gibbs said. The boys looked stumped but Dean quickly recovered.

"You must have found the wrong Dr. Lentz and Tuesday. Apparently this is some kind of mix up." Dean said, tacking on his signature smile.

"See, I think you two are lying and so does the rest of my team." Gibbs said.

"Agent Gibbs, I don't know what to tell you. There has to be some kind of mix up." Sam said.

"Okay then, tell me why I recognize you. And mind you that I've never been to hospital in New York. I barely get out of the DC area for the time you two have supposedly been doctors."

"You recognize us?" Dean said.

"Yes I do. Now either you tell us who you two are, or we run your fingerprints and the computer will tell us. If you have any outstanding warrants, then you'll be going to jail and I'm guessing both of you will become someone's bitch by sundown. But if you tell me who you are, Ill let you slide out of here to get caught by the police on your own" Sam and Dean fidgeted in their seats. They looked at each other and Sam bowed his head.

"I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean." he said. Dean groaned, not believing the Sam caved.

"The name on the report is Winchester. Gibbs Yes, John Winchester." Ducky said.

"John Winchester is dead?" Gibbs said. He sat back in his chair and sighed. He looked to his side and tapped his fingers on his knees. He'd known John for a long time but lost contact with him a few years after his wife died.

"According to this report he is." Ducky said and pushed the file towards him.

"How did you two know him?" Gibbs said as he leafed through the pages. His hands trembled slightly as he turned the pages.

"He was our father, Gunny." Dean said. Gibb's head shot up. Sitting in front of him were John's boys. He always talked about them, telling Gibbs about how much he loved them. His phone calls were so random that he didn't recognize their names right off the bat. He shut the report and stared the boys in the eyes.

"I knew your father. He was in my platoon and he was also my friend. I supposed you two knew that didn't you." he said. Both of them nodded and Sam drew out a small leather bound journal.

"Dad had a picture of you two tucked away in his journal." he said and handed the picture over to Gibbs. This picture was taken almost two decades ago and they had both changed drastically.

"It's been a long time since I've seen your father. I didn't even know he was dead. Tell me, why are you two here?"

"We believe our father is alive." Dean said. Gibbs let the photo fall to the table before getting up and leaving the room. In the hallway, he struggled to get his breath and take inventory of the situation. John Winchester, declared dead was now supposedly alive. Ziva would be excited now, they had a case.