Thanks to Mark Harmon, Pauley Perrette, Michael Weatherly, Cote de Pablo, Sean Murray, David McCallum and all the other for giving life to the wonderful characters of NCIS

Everything belongs to CBS and Bellisarius Productions except for a few things like Shane Caulfield, Randall Hunter, and his son, Lee, Evan McIntire, Thomson Oliver are mine as well as Tanisha and Janet and their background.

For the purpose of the of the rest of the story, let's pretend that the episode "Baltimore" doesn't exist.

All I want to do is scream right now, because I feel like I can't do anything else than that. I hate life.

Previously on "Driving me Crazy"

Tony who was watching them, felt his own eyes water. He needed some air and fast or he was going to empty his stomach on the floor.

Bratt who was watching Tony took him outside of the room and handed him, a basket. DiNozzo took a few deep breaths and fortunately for him his nausea passed.

"Are you going to be alright, sir?" Bratt asked him with concern in his voice.

"Yeah, yeah, I will." He answered the doctor. Then he remembered something and asked the doctor: "Could you do me a favor, please?" Tony asked Bratt.

"Sure."

"Could you tell, my friends that I will be back in an hour."

"No problem."

"Thank you," Tony said before he took a few deep breaths and running out of this hospital.

As he sat behind the wheel, DiNozzo started his car and took off full speed.

TEN

As he was driving, the name of Randall Hunter came spinning in his head, the name was familiar to him, the only problem was that, he couldn't remember from where, from his past maybe, and hold case he has been working on? DiNozzo wasn't sure, the only thing he knew for sure was that the name he had scribbled in his note path sounded familiar to him.

The question he needed to answer now was from where.

When DiNozzo untendered his apartment, the first thing he did was to switch on the light then throw his key on the table. After that he hang up the coat he was wearing. The thought of knowing the name Gibbs had signed to Abby wouldn't let go, so he Tony decided to do some researches on his own.

He opened one of the closets in his bedroom and reached for a box on the top shelf and pulled it off, he held it as he walked to his couch, he placed the box next to him before standing up again and get himself something to drink. An old case, maybe? He had really no idea, though an old case seemed a good possibility. But which one?

Question he wouldn't have answers to until he opened the box, and he wasn't even sure it would provide him any clue, but he could always give it a go, so that's what he did after he opened the bottle of water he had taken from the fridge. He sat on the edge of his couch as he removed the top of the box, a sad smile appeared on his face when he saw the picture that lay on top of everything. It was a picture of himself and one of his best friends, Evan McIntire. He had known him since they'd been in university, they had joined the police together, and had been partners, but one night things went horribly wrong: they were surveying a house, they believed belonged to their prime suspect, Thomson Oliver.

Tony and Evan were chatting about how the weather was unusually warm for the time of year but that didn't last long because as often, when Evan talked with DiNozzo the conversation shifted to women.

"You know, I'm thinking about asking Tina to marry me, " Evan said suddenly.

Tony turned his head, looking him with a surprised gaze. "Really?"

"Yeah, I've giving a lot of thought lately and I realized I could picture my life without her Tony, she's the best thing that happened to me in..." Evan started, but then they saw someone come out of the house, in a hurry, the man was running right ahead, looking over his shoulders every five seconds.

Without a word they looked at one another, then coming out of nowhere, Tony had a very bad feel, he wanted to stop his friend to get out to the car but it was already too late, he was out and running, he yelled at the unknown man to stop with no success. DiNozzo existed the car and started running when he heard a detonation moments before he saw his friend collapse.

"EVAN!" Was all he could manage before he saw a man coming out of the house holding a gun and aiming it at the still running man.

"POLICE, drop the gun!"

The tall man, didn't react at Tony DiNozzo's demand, instead of doing as he was asked, the man now turned his attention toward and was about to pull the trigger, but, DiNozzo was about to do just as well when he other detonation and the next thing he knew the immediate danger of being shot disappeared when he saw the tall man slowly falling. It took him a moment to realize what had just happened, Evan had pulled the trigger, Evan had saved his life.

Tony approached both men, aiming his gun at them, when he was standing above the bodies, he pushed the man who just got shot with his foot and pointed his gun at him, but there was nothing to be feared anymore, he was dead. The next thing he did was put his gun back in its holster and drop to his knees next to Evan. His friend was still breathing, but barely.

"Hold one, buddy," he said in a broken voice, tears beginning to water his eyes, Tony reached for his cell phone then and dialed 911. He wasn't going to think it, wasn't going to give into the fear, but with the blood, he saw, spread all around, DiNozzo knew that the chance of survival of his friend were getting smaller with every passing moments.

Unfortunately Tony's fears would become reality pretty soon because when the paramedics arrived, life had already left his friend's body. Even though, Tony couldn't haven't prevented the events, he blamed himself for Evan's death. As if it wasn't enough yet, he had to chattered Tina's dreams too by telling her that the man she loved had died.

No one had blamed him for the tragedy that had happened that night, but Tony couldn't help but thinking he'd been responsible, if he hadn't dragged even with him, if he hadn't been following his bloody damned crazy idea, Evan McIntire wouldn't be dead and he would have to stand before a grave from time to time to greet his friend...

Tony was brought out of his memories, by the ringing of his cell phone as he watched the caller ID, a smile couldn't help itself from appearing.

["Hey, Abbs, everything okay?"]

"Yeah, just wanting to where you disappeared that's all." She told him.

["I'm at my place, checking out on a idea I have why? Is there something with Gibbs or with you?"]

"No everything's fine, Tony, promise, I'm just a little tired I guess. And I was worried about you. Bratt told me you left in a hurry."

["Well, he should have told you."] Tony sighed heavily. Then he added, ["The name, the boss signed to you, sounded familiar to me, I'm sure, I met the man somewhere during a case or something so I came back home to do some digging in my old stuff from when I was still working in Baltimore..." ]

"You think, there might be a link?"

["I'm not certain, but it might be a possibility, I don't want to rule anything out. I'll be back soon, promise, Abbs."]

"Okay, but be careful, okay, if it has anything to do with an old case, it can't be good..."

["You know me, Abbs, I'm always careful."]

"Yes, I know you and that is exactly why I told you to be careful, Tony."

DiNozzo decided to change the subject otherwise, their conversation would never end. She didn't have to tell him to be careful, he knew he had to be, the moment, he knew an explosion had occurred and the name of the victim... Victims, that would probably mean that the kid that they had found in the car was his son, Lee. Tony hated cases where the victim was a child. He had a hard time dealing with them. They had to tell family and friends the news and he hated seeing someone suffer and being powerless to help them.

The only way, he could help them was by solving the case. Peace that was in fact all he and the rest of the team could offer the families. Nobody would ever tell the others but each and every case they'd worked on or were working on right now and would in the future left a indelible mark on them. They were the person they were because of their job, the people they met each and every day.

Most of the time they were meeting people had the worst moment of their lives. They learn you to deal with a lot of stuff when you're at the academy, but when you leave it you are never prepared for the harsh reality of life. That was something Anthony DiNozzo had discovered pretty quickly.

"Tony you alright?" He heard Abby's voice ask him suddenly.

["Huh? Yeah, yeah."]

"You sure?"

["Yes,"]

"Okay then, I guess, I'm going to believe you." She said not entirely convinced that her friend was doing as good as he pretended to be.

["Have you eaten something, yet?"]

"I'm not really hungry."

["That's exactly what I thought. I'll bring you something on my way back. And before you start, there no discussion about it."]

Tony could help but smile when he heard her sigh heavily in resignation.

"See you later then."

["Yeah,"] Tony answered her before hanging up his cell phone.

000

I could always try to kill him the hospital, but he wouldn't be suffering enough for what he has done to me. What would be a perfect punishment for him? He needs to suffer as much as he made me suffer. He took my loved ones away from me so I should do the same to him, no wait... I will do the same to him. I'll wait for the right time, and this time, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, you won't see it coming. When I will strike again your life will be destroyed forever. That's a promise, my friend! And this time you won't be able to recover.

He placed his binoculars in the seat next to him, his eyes staring at the smiling faces on the black and white picture that rest on the passage seat. I will avenge you, I promise even if it's the last thing that I do.

The man, started the engine then and took off. His first idea was to take off full speed, but that would have draw the attention and that was the last thing he wanted.

Vengeance is a dish served cold. He thought.

000

Back at NCIS and sitting behind her desk, Ziva was thinking about the truck she'd spotted earlier. Why was it parked there? She could have sworn that the driver was observing them or the crime scene with binoculars. Her eyes had traveled to the license plate for some reason, but the truck was too far to decipher any of the numbers.

Damn it! I should have paid more attention, she said out loud.

"You alright?" McGee asked her.

"Yes, I am, just bothered, I can't help but think that someone was watching us, while we were on the crime scene earlier. I remember the color and the model of the truck, but I didn't pay attention to the license plate while that is the first thing I should have done." Ziva explained to McGee.

"You were concentrated on bagging and tagging evidence Ziva, it's normal that you didn't have your full attention on something else. It's already something that you sensed somebody was watching..."

"I was trained for it, Tim, I should have..."

"What would have it done more, you're not even sure for a hundred percent that he was indeed watching us."

"Actually, I am, McGee, because he was watching us with binoculars. And if I had had the presence of mind to note the license plate of the vehicle we would now probably know who blew up the car that could have killed our boss." She said, frustration evident in her voice.

McGee stood up and walked to her desk, looking at her surprisingly. "Are you telling me that you think that the guy who did this was actually watching us, to see if we could find something to nail him?"

"Something like that, yes."

"What makes you say that?"

"Experience, intuition. Call it whatever you want. I even think that, Gibbs, would second my theory here. It would not be the first time that something like that would happen you know. Some people need to admire their work. A bit like... I believe it's called Munch... Munchauben syndrome."

McGee frown wondering where she was getting at. Then something seemed to click...

"Munchausen syndrome, you mean."

"That's it. But if I'm right that would mean that probably will strike back or that he was a part of the medical team that helped Gibbs."

"That's wishful thinking, Ziva if you're asking me."

Ziva chose not to talk any further about her theory with McGee, it was clear that he didn't agree with her. And she didn't want to start an argument, it wasn't the time or the place and they had some work to do. She was wondering how Tony was doing.

Why hadn't he call back yet? Had he found something new? Was Gibbs still doing okay? She focused her attention back on her computer and Tim pick up the clue that she no longer wished to talk anymore so he went back to his desk. He couldn't understand where her idea came from, and why would someone in their right mind do something like that anyway?

No, McGee didn't buy it. And he too focused his attention back on his work.

000

Abby was sitting next to Gibbs's hospital bed watching him sleep. He had finally dozed off after Dr. Bratt decided that it was time for his patient to calm down and sleep. Gibbs wasn't the easiest patient he had. A military man and well after what Abby had told him, he knew that the man was carrying a very heavy emotional bag with him and lots of grief as well.

Why did some people have to suffer so much? he often wondered.

Abby was looking at Gibbs, he wasn't sleeping peacefully, she could see his eyes move under his eyelids she thought that maybe he was reliving the explosion or something but whatever it was, it troubled his sleep. She really hope that he would get better soon, she knew she was being selfish, and she felt guilty about it, but she had waited so long for him and now life was messing around with them once more. She wanted to do something, she wanted to feel useful again. She needed to do something to keep herself busy.

When she saw a nurse walk by in the corridor she called her. Abby wanted to talk to doctor Bratt, she needed to ask him something.

"No worries, miss Sciuto, I'll go and get him for you."

"You can call me, Abby, I already told you so, yesterday, Darlene. I don't like people calling me, miss."

Darlene couldn't help but smile at Abby, she wasn't like any other woman she'd ever met before, she was smiling and carrying, she seemed to want the best for every one she cared about.

"Do you need anything else, Abby?" Darlene asked as she checked on Gibbs before she headed toward the door.

"No, I'm fine thanks..."

"Okay then, I'll see you later. I'll send the doctor to you.

When Darlene left the room Abby focused on Gibbs again wondering who had tried to kill Gibbs and why. It wasn't the first time someone wanted to attempt on his life, but for some reason this time seemed different: scarier somehow. Was it because they had a relationship together? She had no idea.

Then she let her thoughts go back to the story Gibbs had sighed to her that she had translated to Bratt and Tony. She wanted to know more about this Randall Hunter, she needed her computer so she could do some research of her own. If she couldn't get to her babies in her lab, she had to find a way to have one of her babies coming to her.

And after all she had found information about other things before hadn't she?

She was a forensic scientist for sure and a lab rat, but that didn't mean she couldn't play Sherlock. And that was exactly what she was intended to do. But right now she needed so Caf-Pow.

"Does someone need a Caf-Pow 'round here?" She heard a very familiar voice ask her. When she looked up, a smile immediately appeared on her lips.

DiNozzo was standing in the doorframe, holding a big box is his hands with her favorite drink standing on it.

"You rule, Tony!"

"Tell me something, I don't know.

"What else do you have with you?" She asked lifting her chin in the direction of the big box in his hands.

"Remember the digging I was telling you about, earlier?"

"Huh huh."

"Well, as realized this was a lot to go through, and I thought you might want to help... and I've got another surprise for you in here too."

"Oh, is it my birthday or something?"

Tony just smiled at her as he approached, and let her grab the beverage from the box he was still holding.

"How is he doing?"

"He seems to be fine, but he doesn't sleep restfully as you may see."

"I've noticed."

"But I thought, you would stay at your place longer."

"I changed my mind. I thought that what I could do home, I could do here too, besides your way better with a computer than I am. " He smirked.

Abby tilted her head to the side slightly, not comprehending what her friend was getting at.

"Open the box." DiNozzo instructed her as he was still holding it.

Abby did as she was told, she held her beverage in one hand and lifted the lid of the box. Her lit up like a Christmas tree when she saw what was in it.

"Tony you are the best!"

To be continued...

A/N: Thanks for reading! I'll to not take so long to post the next chapter of the story.