A/N: Thank you for all your lovely reviews! Here is number two of my collection! I really hope you enjoy it.

Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo was doing what he did every afternoon between 5pm and 8pm. He was using his local firing range and had currently been shooting for two hours straight with no breaks.

Ever since… she left, he had been putting himself through tougher regimes – he ran ten miles every morning… he passed her empty house – spent three hours shooting in the afternoon and lifted weights in the evening.

His old life of girls, fast-food and joking around was long gone.

He stopped to reload and glanced at the target next to his. There was a large hole where the bullseye should have been. He eyed the shooter.

She was young, no older than twenty, and had dark brown hair and brown eyes. She reminded him of someone. Someone he couldn't bear to think of anymore.

"You're a crack shot," he commented, when the girl also stopped to reload. She was shooting a Berretta M9 – a favourite weapon of his own partner.

"My mother taught me," she replied, smiling. "You are not bad yourself."

Tony glanced at his own target. Most were in the yellow, although a few had strayed to the red. It was pitiful compared to the girl's own skills.

"How old are you?" he asked her, not bothering to be subtle.

"Eighteen," she answered him, and his throat tightened at the number.

It had been eighteen years since… since she left.

"My name is Sabriel," she continued, and he suddenly realized why he recognized the voice. The lack of contractions, the Israeli accent with a slight American twang…

She sounded exactly like her. The woman who he had tried not to think about for the past eighteen years. The woman he had fallen in love with the moment he'd met her: he had admitted it only four months before she returned to her homeland.

On her father's orders.

He never saw her since.

"Sabriel," Tony repeated slowly.

"Yes," she agreed, "and I am your daughter."

He had already worked this out, but it was still strange to hear the words out of her mouth.

Maybe, he though, just maybe, this would be his new beginning.

Maybe Sabriel would be his second chance.

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