"I hate to leave a beautiful lady alone." Tony pulled on his jacket and grabbed his keys.

"You're eyes are bloodshot. Get some sleep."

He pulled me into his arms. "Can't I get a goodnight kiss?"

I blushed and stared into his chest. "You're cruel."

He chuckled and kissed my forehead. "I meant what I said earlier."

He opened the door. "What do you say about a date tomorrow night?"

"I still have to unpack a few things."

"You hardly have any left."

"Swing by after work. Maybe another football game will be on."

He smiled. "You got it." He winked and headed out to his car.

I watched him as he went and couldn't help but smile. His charms were irresistible but could I really fall for him that fast?

I closed the door as he got in his. Once I locked up, I went to my bedroom. Something still bothered me about him. He couldn't possibly be the same cop from ten years ago. But if he was…should I tell him?

I shook the thoughts from my head. Why should I tell him? Why ruin a good thing? But it probably wasn't even him. There's no way that rookie cop turned into an NCIS agent.

I took the box out from the bed and a shiver ran down my spine. This box had haunted me and my mother for years. I ran my fingers over the letters; case files. This damn case had torn my mother to pieces. She'd never felt safe after that night. She couldn't shake her guilt that someone had almost raped me while she'd been knocked unconscious. No matter what I said, she never got over it.

The memories made me cringe.

The power had shut off so mom sent me to go flip the breakers. When I came back, I heard glass shattering. When I turned the corner, mom was on the ground and a man was stuffing his pockets from the register.

"Hey!" I yelled.

His head popped up almost as quick as his hand. I saw a bright flash and something zipped by my ear. Little had I known that the bullet missed me by a few inches.

I couldn't move. My head screamed to run and get help but my feet wouldn't respond. I saw him running towards me but I couldn't force myself to move. He grabbed me by the hair and forced me to the center of the shop. I hit the ground hard.

"Take your shirt off." I turned and stared at the gun. He hit me in the head. My cheek throbbed. "Now!"

Tear rolled down my cheeks as I fumbled with my shirt. His eyes trained on me, licking his lips. I could see the bulge in his pants and I wanted to throw up.

The gun was as black as his outfit. I could barely make out his face but he didn't seem to notice or care. His eyes were two black pools of evil. His nose was crooked, like it had been broken before. His lips were thin and in an slim evil smile.

He laughed as my shirt hit the floor. "Drop your pants."

My heart raced. This couldn't be happening. I should have screamed or ran but I couldn't. My breathing started to get erratic. I hadn't realized my hands were already moving. I couldn't let him do this. But the gun. He'd kill me.

"Freeze dirt bag!" Someone stood at the entrance. "Baltimore PD!"

The robber went to grab me but I dove out of his reach. The cop fired and hit him in the shoulder.

"Son of a bitch." The guy screamed in pain.

I lunged for the gun. He punched me in the face over and over. I bit down on his wounded shoulder. He screamed and let go of the gun. I knocked it away. The cop pulled me away and flipped over the robber.

"You're under arrest for attempted rape and attempted robbery." The cop turned to me after he made a phone call. "Are you alright?"

I shivered and shook the memories away. It wasn't him. It couldn't be.

Opening the box, I carefully pulled out every piece of the case I'd been able to get my hands on. I stopped as I got to the court files. Sitting on top was a picture of Anthony DiNozzo, testifying against Daniel Broughton.