Finally the next chapter. I'm so sorry for the delay. I've been reluctant to finish this chapter because ever time I tried to finish it, it just didn't feel right. It still doesn't feel perfect but I like it better than before.

Enjoy~

Slow down. The mantra repeated in his head over and over again. Not a race. Not a contest.

Slow down. Breathe. Nothing is wrong. Everything is fine. Count to 1000 or list the periodic tables (both things he didn't know he knew till now) and just concentrate.

Slow. Down.

"You seem to be fine. Some minor scratches and a bump on the head but I see no permanent damage." Ducky said as he stood before him as he sat on… what were these things again? An autopsy table? Whatever it was it was cold and uncomfortable to sit on as Ducky, which he found odd considering the ME's last name, examined him for any serious wounds. "The only thing I believe is abnormal is your elevated heart rate." He froze. That was bad. Bad, bad, bad. He had no idea why but the idea of his heart being faster than normal started the chant right back up. (He had a feeling it could go even faster and faster-)

No. Slow down. Fast is bad, terrible, awful, evil, (thrilling, wonderful, exhilarating, fre-) No! Bad! Slow down. Please! But it pulled him to go faster and faster and away from here-

Stay. Don't want to go. Concentrate. Here and now. Going too fast.

Ducky must have seen that panicked look on his face and smiled at him reassuringly, "There's no need to worry. After such an experience, adrenaline is still making your heartbeat faster than normal. It should wear off and slow to normal soon enough."

Breathe. It was fine. Slow down. Calm down. And just like that, the mantra continued echoing in his brain and question came with it.

Why?

"Is he clear then Doc?" The redhead turned his head to face the man who was in charge. Gibbs, he had to remind himself. Having only met the man, he could already tell the man didn't like him. He would always look at him like he was a threat like the lady, Ziva, would. It made him twitch uncomfortably and began to tap his finger against the table. That was until he got another look and stopped just to fiddle with his hands.

"Gibbs, please. You're scaring him." He swore the Doctor looked more amused at the situation than anything. Plus he wasn't scared. Just nervous, very nervous. (Wasn't as scary as… who? Did it just get colder?) "Like I had already said before you arrived, he is fine except for his healing concussion and some scratches. I should have those bandaged up momentarily." Ducky turned to his assistant, "The gauzes and antiseptic ." The man looked confused for a second and continued to look so even as he stuttered a yes doctor and went over to the door on the opposite side of the room when he could only assume was where the supplies were. The older man sighed, shaking his head, "Really… You think he would have learned by now… My apologies, can be a bit out of touch at times."

"It's not a problem." He replied and decided he liked Ducky very much. He was calm and sensible but was still cheery that made him smile. Not like Gibbs who was very much still staring at him with a thin frown that he just didn't know what emotion was causing it. Palmer came back with a first aid box, making him wonder why they would every need that when most of the people down there were dead, and placed it on the table. He watched with interest (but almost like he had seen this before) as Ducky pulled out a bottle, cotton ball and pair of tweezers.

"This will sting but it will prevent anything from getting infected," explained the Doctor as he dabbed the cotton ball into the clear liquid with the tweezers. He then rubbed the cotton ball on the red lines that marked up his arms. There was a cool feeling for all of a second before it started to sting causing the red head to grit his teeth. He blinked back tears as Ducky moved from gash to gash making sure they were all clean and burning from the antiseptic. He almost made it too if they weren't any on his legs too. He visibly flinched back and away as the cotton ball stung his calf looking at it with annoyed if not angry look. He couldn't be mad at Ducky would was only trying to help. He doubted he could even be mad at Gibbs even if the only thing he had done so far had been glaring at him. Biting his lip and clenching his fingers against the cold metal, he let the Ducky continue not missing the apologetic look the Doctor gave him. He only sighed in relief as the ordeal was done when the man place the dreaded ball down, "There now we just have to cover these up and send you off to Abby, right Gibbs?" Ducky asked glancing over at the stoic man who just nodded in reply.

Palmer helped Ducky place some very large Band-Aids, not gauzes, over the cuts. He did have to admit they weren't as uncomfortable as the gauzes would have been (he had a distinct feeling they would be very itchy) but he wasn't looking forward to ripping them off in any case. "And you're free to go. Now that wasn't so bad now was it?" It wasn't, he did have to admit and smiled, giving a small shake of his head. "Now we can get you down to young Abigail and have her do her thing." The doctor paused noticing the slight shiver. "But I do think we should get you something warmer… and I must insist we get something to cover your feet."

The redhead hadn't meant to do that but it was involuntary. It wasn't that cold or anything, not teeth chattering freezing. But there was enough of a chill that made it to his bones and gave him visible goose bumps. "Really Jethro! You couldn't have gotten him anything warmer? I realize its only fall but that's not excuse not to provide more than this!"

"Well then I picked a great time to show up!" The red head found himself grinning at Tony Dinozzo as he came into the room the same way Gibbs had. The man was made of smiles, which was comforting to him even if he didn't know why. The man walked over to join them and held out a clump of clothing. "I thought the kid would need a bit more than a shirt and some pants."

It turned out the mass of cloth turned out to be some more clothes. Well, at least a very large red jacket and a pair of thick wool socks.

"The sweatshirt's one that keep here just in case. It should smell ok…"Tony said looking worried for a second and he just snickered. The jacket didn't smell in the least considering it was clean. From its great condition it didn't look like Tony used it much though. "I took the socks from Timmy so don't tell on me ok?" He nodded in amusement and didn't miss that everyone else seemed to shrug off and smile at the older man's behavior.

Without waiting any longer he slipped the jacket on. He was right about it being large but He already felt warmer as he slipped the hoodie over his head. The long sleeves even began to warm up his hands. With that on he pulled the socks on his feet. They felt nice as much softer that the rough ground from the old warehouse or even the cold tile floor.

"Good?" Tony asked waiting for him to say something.

"Great. Thank you." He replied a bit lower than he intended but knew Tony heard him when the man smiled. "So do I get to meet Abby now?"

"Not yet. There's a few questions I'd like to ask you before be go." Gibbs came forward, getting closer to him. He froze up again but this time not from the cold as the investigation stared at him.

"Now? He's just gotten patched up." Ducky tried to convey to the other man with a disapproving look.

"Now Duck." The Doctor backed down but did not look pleased. Palmer looked worried as well not knowing how this was going to end. Tony moved so Gibbs could asked his questions but ended up standing next to him almost as a comfort that the redhead was grateful for. "What's your name?"

That question again? "I don't know."

"How old are you?" Another repeat question.

"I don't know but I guess not that old?" It was only a guess but it sounded accurate.

"What were you doing at that warehouse?"

That was a new one. He paused hoping the new question would jog his memory but nothing happened. "I don't know. I don't remember anything." And it was very frustrating that he couldn't.

"What's 2+2?"

… Was he serious?

"4 duh."

"How many states are there?"

"50. Why?"

"Because you obviously remember something." Was that his way of trying to make him feel better? It didn't really make him feel any better but it was a good point. He could recall all of that info but nothing about himself. "Do you remember anything before we found you? Anything could be important to the case and finding out who you are."

He tried. He really did but there was nothing. A huge gap, like rain had half washed away the chalk from the sidewalk. "No… I don't know why I was there…" He pulled at his hair in frustration. He wanted to know why this was happening.

"If only I could remember…" He stopped as a hand rested on his shoulder. He looked up to see Agent Gibbs standing in front of him.

"Hey, its ok. Don't beat yourself up." The redhead could only stare as the man gave him a weak but warm smile. "Leave it to us. Its our job to get these answers."

And you know what?

He believed that Gibbs could.

I'm again sorry for any errors. Next time meet Abby and learn a bit more about the story! Sadly that chapter won't be out for a while again.

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