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Tony got a call at practically the crack of dawn the next morning from Gibbs.

"You still at the hospital?" he asked.

"Yeah," Tony yawned, stretching out his stiff back. "Geez, Boss, why'd you have to call so early? You're not in the Marine Corps anymore, you know."

"No such thing as an ex-Marine, DiNozzo. Anyway, you got two weeks. Take a vacation. Another team's been assigned to our case."

"You sound pissed."

"Ya think, DiNozzo?" All Tony heard after that was dial tone. Still waking up, Tony looked over to McGee's bed, which was surprisingly empty. He stood up to go look for him, when he appeared in the doorway, a cheery smile on his face, and he was closely followed by Ziva.

"Morning, Tony," Tim said jubilantly. "Sleep well?"

"Like a baby," Tony replied unenthusiastically, his eyelids drooping.

"Someone's in a bad mood this morning," Ziva said. "Have some coffee."

He was surprised at her generous gesture but accepted the cup just the same. He took a large gulp. "Hey, not hospital coffee!" he exclaimed, perking up. Like most things, Tony's taste in coffee was expensive.

"Nope, Ziva drove us to that place off the highway that you like."

He turned in surprise to Ziva, who just shrugged sheepishly. "After last night, I thought you might need it."

"I think at some point there was a muffin for you but is disappeared on the journey back," McGee said apologetically. "Sorry." He looked to Ziva, then back to Tony. "I think I'm gonna go home. Pack a suitcase, go see my sister."

Ziva smiled. "That's nice, McGee."

He bid them farewell, and Tony and Ziva were left alone in the cramped white room.

"You know, in the five years I've worked with Gibbs, no one's even thought about blowing up the Navy Yard."

"Five years?" Ziva asked, frowning.

"Yeah," Tony chucked. "Feels longer, believe me."

At that moment, something clicked inside Ziva's brain. She knew what was up. Why he'd been acting so odd. Why he'd called her an officer instead of an agent. Why he'd blanked on Dearing's name.

"Tony," she said, fear rising in her voice, and her face. "What…." She hesitated for a second, fearing his possible answer. "What year is it?"

He squinted and tilted his head sideways. "You're channelling Marty McFly a little, Ziva. Are you OK?"

Her chest heaved with every breath. "I will be if you answer my question."

"You're acting a little…"

"Tony!" she snapped. "What year is it?"

"Calm down, I know what year it is."

"Say it," she ordered.

His hands flew up in surrender. "2005! Are we good now?"

Her entire body froze up. Her jaw tightened every time she tried to speak. Her eyes glazed over. He watched her completely shut down before his eyes, and it scared him how much it scared her.

At that moment, her cell phone rang - Abby's custom ringtone. He watched her face become neutral as she morphed into 'professional Ziva'.

"Abby, now is not a good…" she trailed off, and any front of being alright she gave off to the world completely disappeared. "What? Where is he now? Here?" Pause. "OK…see you there."

Ziva rubbed her forehead, staring at the floor.

"What's going on?" Tony asked, getting up and moving to her.

"Ducky had a heart attack," she whispered, almost in tears. "He's been transferred here, Abby just got the call from Gibbs. He's OK, thank God." Her voice cracked sharply as she spoke. "He's on the fifth floor. The team are on their way. Come on."

She tried to drag him out of there. Forget the fact that his mind believed it was seven years ago. Forget that. This was Ducky, the one man who Ziva had had there for her in all her time at NCIS. He had been there for her when no one else was, the perfect giver of advice, and most importantly, he was family. She had to prioritise. Let Tony live in the past for another hour or so.

"Hey," Tony said, stopping her. "This whole thing…I guess it's affected you more than I thought it would. I mean, you're usually tough as nails, but you can't be like that all the time and if you ever need to, you know, talk…"

She smiled through her worry. "That's very sweet of you, Tony." In retrospect, she realised how mature that was of 2005-Tony. After all, the tough girl he hardly knew was practically breaking down in front of him, and he was completely there for her.

Interesting, how circumstances change things.

…

Gibbs was the emergency contact for Ducky, but since they weren't family, Tony and Ziva weren't permitted to see him until he arrived, a frantic Abby in tow.

"Two at a time, please," the timid-looking nurse instructed. "Doctor Mallard is sleeping. We'd appreciate if you didn't wake him, but you're welcome to stay until them."

Tony and Gibbs went in first, since Abby clearly wasn't very quiet at the moment.

"I can't believe this is happening! I mean, it's – it's Ducky! Ducky is….I can't believe this is happening!" she rambled loudly. Ziva quickly tried to calm her.

"Abby, you need to relax, OK?" she said. "We have a problem."

"Of course we have a problem!" Abby exclaimed. "Ducky is in critical condition and our building's just been blown up!"

"No, I mean another problem. Tony has amnesia. He…he thinks it's 2005."

Abby just looked stunned. "I…I….what?"