Abby was standing behind a seated Tony at her desk, "See." She said, pointing at the monitor, surveillance footage of Tony's accident was playing.

"That's me?" Tony asked, looking at himself in full Santa gear hanging onto the hood of a car.

"That's you." Abby smiled, "Wait, the best part is coming up, you're gonna fly into a Victoria's Secret. There's the shots and BOOM!" Abby exclaimed as Tony's body blasted through the window, landing on a winter wonderland display, "Thankfully it was covered in feathered pillows."

Several minutes pass, a sprinting Ziva ran through the broken window, she reappeared seconds later waving her hands frantically.

"She tried to wake you up, but..."

Tony pressed his finger to the monitor, "She looks scared."

"Don't tell her I told you this, but she was." Abby whispered, "Oh! I have something for you!"

Abby turned around, opening her drawer, grabbing a bag out, she closed the drawer and shook her head, "You made those scratches, you know?"

Tony turned around, looking at the drawer, he slightly shrugged his shoulders, "Sorry?"

Abby laughed, "It's okay, I got you, McGee and Palmer back for it." She handed Tony the bag.

Tony opened the bag, taking out his wallet and badge, he opened up his wallet, looking at his driver's license, "Anthony D. DiNozzo...what does the D mean?"

"Dunno." Abby answered, "Lets find out." She clicked Esc on her keyboard and started typing, Tony's birth certificate popped up, "Anthony Dio DiNozzo. Dio?" She laughed.

"What?"

"It means God in Italian."

"And that's funny?"

"No, but it all makes sense now." She laughed again, putting her hands on his shoulders, he was shaking, "Still not sleeping?"

"I'm okay. W-who are these?" Tony asked, pulling out photos from his wallet.

"Here, let me see." Abby reached around Tony, spreading the photos out, she sighed deeply seeing photos of Kate, Paula and Jenny, "Oh my God, you've been torturing yourself, Tony."

"What do you mean?"

Abby stood up, caressing the back of Tony's head with her hands as she gently kissed him on the top of the head, "Just old friends." She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him, she looked down seeing a photo of herself, "Hey, I sent that to you when you were an Agent Afloat."

"Thanks, whatever that is."

Abby laughed, "No problem."

Tony slid Abby's photo away, revealing a photo of Ziva in a bikini.

"What's that?" Abby asked.

"I dunno, but suddenly my pants are considerably tighter."

Abby laughed, "There's the Tony I know and love." She turned her head, laying her cheek on the top of his head, but her joyous demeanor slowly disappeared, replaced with that of sadness.

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The elevator dinged notifying it's arrival, the doors opened with Gibbs storming out of the it..."Where is he?" He demanded, looking at Ziva and McGee sitting at their desks in the squad room.

Gibbs placed his hands on the edge of Ziva's desk, looking down at her. She was silent, his cold stare couldn't even make her talk. Gibbs slowly turned his head, but before he could take a step towards McGee, Tim was pointing towards the far elevator, "She just thought..."

Gibbs let out a deep sigh, "I should've known." He said, making his way to the elevator.

Ziva and McGee watched as the elevator doors closed.

"Has he remember anything?" McGee asked, swinging his head towards Ziva.

"I do not know."

"You went and got him, didn't you talk to him?"

"No."

McGee rose from his chair, taking a step towards Ziva's desk..."Uh, why not?"

"I was not in a talkative mood."

"Oh...I thought you would've caught up, since you..."

"Since what, McGee?"

"He's just been asking a lot of questions about you."

"It is hard for me...that is not Tony."

"You might have to face the facts, Ziva."

Ziva shot up from her chair, "What are you trying to say?"

McGee shrugged his shoulders, "He might not ever regain his memory."

"You're giving up on him?!"

"Aren't you?"

Ziva slowly sat back down, she placed her elbows on her desk top, lowering her face into her hands.

"Look." McGee said, moving to the front of Ziva's desk, "We all know he can be an ass."

"A big one."

McGee laughed, "Yeah...but why do we still miss him?"

Ziva shrugged her shoulders, not answering.

"Come on, there has to be something you miss."

"Yes." Ziva replied, "Him."

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Abby and Ducky watched Tony through a glass sliding door as he slept on a futon in Abby's ballistics's lab.

"Thanks, Ducky." Abby smiled, "The doctor said he hadn't been sleeping."

"Of course, my dear." Ducky smiled back, he saw that Abby was holding something, "What's that, Abigail?"

"Huh?" Abby expressed, "Oh, it's Tony's." She proclaimed, opening up a notebook, "He's been taking notes."

"About?"

"Us." Abby lifted the notebook, showing Ducky the first page.

"Abby Sciuto, dark haired (pigtails) woman in her late 20, early 30's, cute, smart and she's always smiling. She's very spunky, lots of energy and she likes to hug, a lot." Ducky read out-loud, ending with a chuckle, "It's like he never forgot you."

"Yeah." Abby laughed, "Wanna see what he wrote about you?"

"Sure." Ducky nodded.

Abby flipped over to the next page, Ducky's name was written neatly across the top of the page with the words, "Doctor Donald Mallard, Older male in his late 60's, Scottish, extremely intelligent, wear glasses and bow ties, likes to talk, a lot," written underneath, "That's definitely you, Ducky." Abby said.

"Now Gibbs." Ducky smirked.

Abby turned the page, seeing Gibbs name at the top and three words written under it, 'Grouchy and coffee.'

Abby and Ducky both laughed.

"ABBY!"

"Speak of the devil." Abby grinned, turning around seeing an angry Gibbs walking into her lab, "Hey Gibbs! Caf-Pow?"

Gibbs just glared at her.

"That's a no."

"What the hell were you thinking?" Gibbs asked.

"I had to Tonynap Tony, Gibbs, I couldn't let him sit in a hospital on Christmas and it's Christmas Eve's eve and Santa couldn't find him at the hospital, Gibbs, you know that...and don't be mad at Ziva, I made her do it."

"I doubt that."

"Really, I did, I twisted her arm and everything."

"Abby." Gibbs sighed, "He has to go back."

"No, Gibbs! He's one of us, he deserves better than that hospital."

"Where's he gonna stay, Abby? With you? Aren't you going to New Orleans tomorrow?"

"If I have to, yes."

"Come on, Abby, be realistic."

Abby gritted her teeth, "You?"

"No, Abby."

"Come on, Gibbs. Please. He needs you."

Gibbs reached out, taking the notebook from Abby, "He needs, 'grouchy and coffee'?"

"No, he needs a dad."

Gibbs shook his head, flinging the notebook behind him, "I'm not his dad!"

"No, but you're the closest thing he's got, Gibbs! Don't you understand that? His dad wants nothing to do with him, it took me and McGee 3 days to find him in Hong Kong, but that bastard isn't coming!"

Gibbs just looked at Abby, saddened, "I can't."

"Why won't you help him, Gibbs?!"

"Stop!" Ziva called out, kneeling in the doorway, she was holding Tony's notebook, "He has already lost one child, Abby...and he feels like he is losing another." She stated, looking at Tony's notebook "I will take him, I owe him." She held the book out, it was turned to her page, there was a huge question mark drawn all over the page with the words, 'I think she hates me,' circled many, many times on it.

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