To answer more questions: Yes, he will have to jump through a few hoops to get her back... One of them will be to shave that damn mustache. And Gottahavemyncis, you captured my feelings exactly... But don't worry... He won't really have her back until Dead and Unburied (Dun Dun Dun...) And even then, she'll still be a bit wary. And as for everyone else... Well you'll just have to wait and see.

Oh, and I decided to skip straight to Shalom. I've used a lot of dialogue from it and none of it's mine. I couldn't think of any more to write about Gibbs' absence so I took it straight to the return. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I've done this ten times already. If I didn't own NCIS the other times, I certainly don't now.

Time without Gibbs passed slowly. Everyday without fail, the team accidentally made their way to their old desks before correcting themselves. Tony lead the team with as much grace and finesse as a man who missed his old boss and prayed every night for his return could. As Timmi's stomach grew steadily, her time in the field shortened until she was officially on desk duty.

Abby had taken to counting the days Gibbs was gone. But with each new sticky note, her hope lessened. Still, she took heart in the fact that Timmi had forgiven him long ago and that she was willing to take him back. She knew that the rest of the team still had a ways to go in the forgiveness department, but that they would eventually forgive their fearless team leader.

Through their pain, the team continued to work. All seemed well until the day Ziva saw something that she shouldn't have. The day had begun innocently enough. Abby and Timmi were sitting in the bullpen, waiting for Tony to arrive.

"Is he here yet? Is he here yet?" Abby asked as she paced back and forth.

Timmi looked up from her computer game. "Abby, do you think I'd be playing this game if he was?"

Abby shook her head and Timmi sighed. "I will call you as soon as he gets here, okay? I promise."

"But what if his flight was delayed? Or worse? What if he missed his connecting flight?"

"Well, then he'll be here tomorrow."

"Not good enough, Timmi! A team needs a leader. He's our glue. He's our spine. Without him we're like… Phylum cnidaria."

"Jellyfish."

"Exactly!"

"Are you calling me spineless?"

Abby paled and backtracked. "No, no! You of all people are not spineless. I mean, you're dating Gibbs, not to mention you're almost seven months pregnant."

Timmi smiled, amused. "I know, Abby. I was just teasing."

Abby fiddled with her bracelets for a moment before she said, "I'm going to check his flight," and leaned over Timmi's shoulder to fiddle with her computer. Timmi leaned away from Abby. "Abby, you're getting powder all over my keyboard."

"And?"

"I'm the only one allowed to do that." Abby considered that for a moment before offering her a powdered donut. Timmi laughed and accepted, before she said, "You're overdoing the sugar thing again, Abbs."

"Well, I'm eating for two."

Timmi glared at her and she cringed, "Not what I meant. You're the pregnant one, I was referring to the health food freak over there. Every time I go past her desk, I have this irresistible urge to shove a cheeseburger down her throat."

Timmi looked over at Agent Lee for a moment before nodding in agreement.

Agent Lee looked over at them and said, "You two do realize I can hear you, right?"

Abby didn't even look at her as she continued to type, "We do now, very Special Agent Lee." She stood up and wailed, "His flight landed on time! Where is he?"

Just then the doors elevator doors opened, revealing Tony. Abby ran forward and gave him a gigantic hug. "Oh, yay! You're home! Welcome back! I missed you! Oh…"

"I missed you, too, Abby," Tony smiled as he hugged her back.

"Oh, did you have fun? Did you go to that cool bar in Düsseldorf?"

"You know, I tried. But, you know, that security conference kept us pretty busy."

Abby simply smiled and hugged Tony a little bit harder.

"I'm having trouble breathing here, Abby."

"I'm sorry!" Abby exclaimed as her arms flew away from him.

"Timmi! Look at you! All grown up. So what did I miss the last two weeks? Besides you growing out another inch or two."

"Well, nothing I couldn't handle, Boss," she said, stressing the last word, teasing him.

Tony laughed loudly and hugged her. "Good! And to think the Director didn't have any faith in you!"

Timmi laughed too. "Probably because I'm as large and clumsy as a house."

Tony pulled back and smiled at her gently, "As if. You are one of the most graceful women I've ever met. And you in no way resemble a house."

Timmi simply smiled and punched him in the arm. Tony smirked, rubbed his 'hurt' arm and turned toward the rest of his friends. "Gather 'round, people. I come bearing gifts." He turned to Abby. "For the lovely lady," he said and handed her a lovely cross necklace.

"Ah, Tony," Abby exclaimed, "It's beautiful!"

"Not to mention incredibly expensive. Euro is stronger than it used to be. For my pregnant Senior Field Agent…" Tony handed Timmi a gift wrapped package. She looked at him, puzzled before ripping it open to reveal a onesie that looked like lederhosen. It even had a matching hat. Timmi and Abby roared with laughter as Agent Lee eyed the baby lederhosen distastefully.

Tony smiled at Timmi before giving her a gentle head slap. Timmi playfully rubbed the back of her head and asked, "What was that for?"

"You have an unauthorized game on your computer."

"Okay, but it's your game, Tony."

"Yeah, and you shouldn't have beaten my high score. And for Ziva… real das lederhosen! One size fits all. Where is the little Israeli?"

Lee spoke up. "Late, Sir. Second time this week."

Tony turned toward the probie of his team. "Agent Lee, my favorite probie/hall monitor. I'll bet you're wondering what the newest member of Team Dinozzo gets. Well, we saved the best for last here. This was not easy getting through customs, but…" And he tossed her a stapler.

"A stapler?"

"It's a German stapler."

"But it says "Made in China", Sir."

"Oh, yeah. It's that German, Eurasian, China. It's a global village, Lee. Get used to it."

Lee rolled her eyes and set the stapler on her desk. She quickly went back to the topic of Ziva. "She's over an hour late, Sir. That's unusual, even for her."

Tony shook his head and asked, "What did I tell you about worrying, Probie?"

"That it's your job."

Timmi whispered to Abby, "She's finally learning." They both giggled which turned into all out laughter when Tony said, "See? You're learning!"

Lee gave them a strange look before she turned back to Tony. "I'm sorry, Sir. But she's not answering her cell phone either."

"Okay, there is only one thing you need to know about Officer David," Tony began.

"Don't make her angry."

Tony considered this and then said, "So technically, really, there's two things. The other is…. she can take care of herself."

NCIS

A few hours later, Timmi was calling Ziva again. "Ziva, just call us as soon as you get the message. We're not worried. Just give us a call please."

As she closed her phone, Tony spoke. "Okay, now I'm starting to worry."

"You think she's all right?" Timmi asked him.

"Well, if she was all right, she'd be here, Timmi."

"The question is, what would Jethro do in a situation like this?" she said absently.

Just then, the director walked in and responded to her question. "He'd find her, Tony."

"I'm working on it, Director!"

"Work harder. Metro Police just found her car on a sidewalk in Georgetown."

Timmi spoke up then. "Actually, it's not that unusual when Ziva's driving."

"Yeah, I drove all the way through Eastern Europe with her. I should know, McGee. But in my experience, the FBI doesn't usually concern themselves with traffic accidents."

Just then the elevator opened to reveal several FBI agents.

"Tony, isn't that the guy who tried to put you away for a murder?" Timmi asked.

"Yes, it is. And thank you for bringing up a painful memory, Timothea McGee," he said in response before turning to the director. "You knew they were coming, Director?"

"Calm down, Tony. I only just got the call ten minutes ago."

"What do they want with Ziva?"

"We're about to find out," she said as she stepped forward to introduce herself to the agents.

NCIS

Several hours later, Abby was calling Gibbs in a panic. "Gibbs. This is really, really bad. Ziva has disappeared, and everyone's saying that she's just like her brother. I really, really need you to call me. Please," she said before hanging up. Two seconds later, the phone rang.

"Gibbs?" Abby asked excitedly.

"Abby, it's Ziva."

"Ziva, are you alright?"

"No, and don't say my name so loud."

"Sorry! Where are you?"

"At a safe place at the moment."

"The FBI was here and Tony was freaking out."

"Abby, I need you to do a favor for me."

"You name it."

"First, you can't tell anyone I've spoken to you."

"Except Tony, right?"

"No. Not even Tony. If I talk to him, he'll get in trouble with the FBI."

"What do you need?"

"A phone number."

A few minutes later, Timmi and Tony walked into the lab just as Abby was hanging up. "Who was that?" Tony asked.

"Where?" Abby asked nervously.

"On the phone."

"Oh... It was the nuns."

"The nuns?" Timmi asked in confusion.

"Yep. They called to say that... Bowling practice is canceled."

"Bowling nuns?" Timmi and Tony chorused.

"Geez, guys! What? Are you on an anti-nun crusade?"

Tony shook his head. "Ok, forget the nuns. I need to contact Gibbs. If we're going to get Ziva out of this, I'm going to need his advice."

Abby simply shrugged. "Well, last I heard he was still in Mexico."

Tony smiled and pulled out his phone. "Luckily, I know someone living in Mexico," he said as he walked out of the lab, his phone to his ear.

NCIS

Meanwhile in Mexico, Gibbs accepted a phone from a beautiful Mexican woman.

"Yeah. Gibbs."

"Hola!" Ziva exclaimed. "How's Mexico?"

"How'd you get this number?"

"From Abby. And if it helps, I forced it out of her."

"No. It doesn't. What's wrong?"

"Why does something always have to be wrong? Can't I just speak with an old friend? Do a little catching up?"

"Today, Ziva!"

"Okay. I may be in a little bit of trouble."

"Yeah? Define little."

"I am currently on the run from the FBI , NCIS, Mossad, and my father."

"Geez! What'd you do?"

"I did nothing, Gibbs. I swear, I did nothing."

"Where's DiNozzo?"

"He can't help me."

"Well, you should talk to Jenny. Jenny can help you."

"I can't."

"Ziva! Look, I'm retired! I'm three thousand miles away! What do you think I can do that they can't do?"

"Honestly? I don't know. I was hoping, maybe… Save me?"

NCIS

Two days later, the team was ready to kill the FBI. Timmi rubbed her eyes and said, "How long are these guys going to be here?"

Agent Lee spoke. "Officer David was here for a year. Who knows how badly she compromised our security."

Timmi's head whipped around and she glared with all the fury of a pregnant woman. "What'd you say, Probie?" she asked threateningly.

Agent Lee took her anger to mean something else. "Oh, come on, McGee. You think we don't spy on our allies, too? It happens all the time," she said dismissively.

Just then Tony walked into the bullpen. "Agent Lee?"

"Sir?"

"Shut up and keep an eye on the Feds. Timmi, you're with me. We've got places to be."

As Timmi stood up and grabbed her purse, Agent Sacks spoke. "Should be done here, Dinozzo, in another… oh, five, six more hours."

Timmi was barely able to control herself, and only then because Tony grabbed her arm and lead her from the bullpen.

NCIS

Tony pulled Timmi into autopsy where the rest of their friends were. He sat her down on the only empty chair, which just so happened to be the only soft one. She rolled her eyes at her friends overprotectiveness but took it anyway.

"First off, this is a strictly voluntary thing. Ziva's a fugitive. Anyone caught helping or assisting her in any way will be in serious trouble." he paused as Jimmy raised his hand. "Palmer?"

"Um… By serious, you mean like, get fired?"

Ducky answered his question for him, "He means, Mister Palmer, instead of attending medical school next month, you will most likely be in prison."

Jimmy's face fell and he said, "Oh."

Abby enthusiastically said, "I'm in!"

"Danger, intrigue, a damsel in distress? I'm actually looking forward to it," Ducky said.

"Me, too!" Timmi said, a hand on her stomach. "Not anything physical, mind you," Tony said, shaking his finger at her.

Timmi was about to argue, when Jimmy spoke up. "Um… I'm not exactly the type that would do well in prison, guys."

Tony turned to him, "No one's going to think any less of you if you want out, Palmer."

Jimmy looked rather hopeful. "Really?" he asked.

"Well, no. We probably would. At least I know I would."

Jimmy's shoulders slumped, "All right, then I want a code name. Something cool sounding."

"All right. No one can know about this, especially the Director. Are we all good with that? Alright then let's figure out how to find her. Timmi, I want you on her electronic tracks. Cell phone, computer, toaster, oven if you have to. Ducky, please talk to your contacts in the FBI. I want to know everything about that Georgetown crime scene. Palmer, how does "Black Lung" sound?"

"Like a horrible and painful way to die," he responded immediately.

Tony blinked. "I mean as your code name."

"Oh, I like it!"

"Yeah. All right. Well then, you're in charge of supplies, Black Lung. Which means lunch and at this point, probably dinner. Abs, I need you to go..."

"I talked to Ziva yesterday."

"I know."

Abby did a double take. "Wait, how?"

Tony held up his phone. "I've been talking to Mike," he confessed, "He told me that Ziva called Gibbs and Gibbs left Mexico."

The team looked shocked. "What?" Tony shrugged before turning back to Abby. "How did you contact her?"

Abby wriggled, "Um... Ziva made me promise not to tell."

"Abby," the team chorused, threateningly.

"All right! All I have is this phone number."

Tony dialed the number Abby gave him and waited for a minute before pulling it away from his mouth. "Well, there's no answer. Abby, are you sure that this..." Just then, someone answered. "Ziva?" he asked.

"Tell Abby I'm going to kill her."

"We love you too."

"I'm hanging up now," Ziva warned.

"No, you're not! You're going to tell me what the hell is going on here."

"Your phone could be tapped, Tony."

"Well, then I'll come to you. I'm assuming Gibbs is with you."

Ziva's jaw dropped and she spun to face Gibbs. One look at her face, and he grabbed the phone. "DiNozzo, what did you say to her?"

On the other side of the phone, Tony smirked and leaned against an autopsy slab. "I told her that you were with her. Nice to hear from you, Boss. I'll be there soon," he said, before hanging up abruptly.

Gibbs pulled the phone away from his ear and started at it. "How did he know?" he asked Ziva. Ziva simply looked at him and smiled. "Because he is Tony," she said simply and walked away leaving Gibbs scratching his head in confusion.

NCIS

An hour or so later, Tony stepped up to the door leading into Gibbs' basement just as Gibbs said, "How many times do I have to tell you, I don't believe..."

Ziva interrupted him, "In coincidences? I know."

Tony opened the door. "Lucky for you, neither do I." Both Ziva and Gibbs spun, pointing their guns at him. He didn't even flinch. "According to the FBI, I should be the one aiming my weapon at you."

Both Gibbs and Ziva looked at him for a moment before holstering their guns. "You were set up. The only Mossad liaison officer in D. C…" Gibbs started.

"Just happens to be present during a Metsada-style hit," Tony finished for him.

Ziva clapped a hand to her forehead. "Oh, God. I'm an idiot. He led me to the scene. Eschel framed me!" she kicked at a spare piece of wood, swearing in Hebrew. "Filthy rotting pig!"

"Yeah, but the question is, why?" Gibbs pointed out.

Tony shrugged and pulled out a spare phone. "I thought you might be needing this." But Gibbs took his coffee instead. "Uh… I meant the NCIS cell phone. That's my coffee, Boss," he protested.

"Do I still look like your boss?"

Tony studied the man in front of him. "Uh… well, maybe if you shaved. And a haircut wouldn't hurt." Gibbs smiled and Tony shivered. "The smile thing's definitely throwing me off, too," he said, grimacing.

"It's good to see you again, McGee." Both Ziva and Tony stared at him in shock, before turning to look at the top of the stairs. Timmi wasn't there, so they turned back to Gibbs, who was looking at Tony.

Tony pointed to himself. "Were you talking to me?" he asked. "Cause if you were, I'm not a girl."

Gibbs was confused. "What did I say?"

Ziva spoke slowly. "We believe that you just called him McGee."

"Oh, that's probably because if I left her in charge, you wouldn't t be on the FBI's ten most wanted list right now."

Tony merely blinked. "So you do remember?" he asked, changing the subject.

"That I left you in charge? Yeah, I remember I left you in charge, DiNozzo. What I forgot is your taste in coffee. It stinks!"

"I like sugar. It's my weakness. What's our plan?"

Ziva didn't like that. "Things are bad enough for NCIS as it is, Tony. You can't..."

"I don't remember asking your opinion, Officer David!" Tony responded.

Ziva rolled her eyes and turned to Gibbs. "You see? He's been completely insufferable since you left."

"Only when I need to be."

Gibbs considered that. "Hm… maybe you were the right man for the job. Our plan is to find this guy before he gets out of the country."

Tony immediately pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "I'm on it, Boss," he said as he climbed the stairs.

There was silence for a few minutes before Gibbs turned to Ziva and asked, "What's with all the packages upstairs?"

NCIS

"How do we put out a BOLO without the FBI finding out about it?"

"I knew you would ask me that, Timmi."

"And?"

"And I … I don't know. Any suggestions?"

Abby spoke up from beside Timmi. "We could tell the FBI about Eschel and let them track him down."

"And when they ask how we know about him?" Tony asked.

Abby deflated. "They'll know we talked to Ziva," she said sadly.

"Timmi!"

"Tony," she said thoughtfully, "What if we lie?"

"Sacks is a self-centered egotistical jack hole, but he's not an idiot. He'll know."

"No, I mean lie on the BOLO. Instead of looking for a rogue Mossad spy wanted for murder, we put out a BOLO for a wife-beater."

"That's underhanded, devious…"

"And freakin' awesome!" Abby concluded.

"I'm glad to see I'm finally rubbing off on you. Do it, Timmi."

NCIS

Later that night, Sacks approached the team with news of an explosion at a safe house.

"We're still not sure what the hell happened, Dinozzo. Or if she was even in there when then place blew up," Sacks said, speaking of Ziva.

"Bodies?" Tony asked.

"No, it was incinerated. We won't even be able to process the scene until at least tomorrow."

"What makes you think she was there?"

"A tip."

"From who?"

"Anonymous. My guess is probably somebody inside Mossad trying to make nice."

"Someone tying up loose ends."

"For all we know she blew up the place to cover her own tracks."

"She was only looking for the guy who set her up."

"You mind telling me how you know that?"

Tony walked to the elevator and pressed the button for Autopsy. "Because that's what I'd do," he said as the doors closed.

NCIS

Tony walked into autopsy and immediately spoke. "Not good, Ducky."

"You did manage to call them, didn't you?"

"I got Gibbs' voice mail. I don't think he ever learned how to use it."

"And the number Abby has for Ziva?"

"Not picking up."

"Then there's only one thing for you to do."

"I know! Let the Director know they're probably dead and resign for disobeying a direct order."

"You'll do nothing of the sort, Anthony Dinozzo."

"And why is that?"

"One, because Timothea would kill you and the last thing she needs is more stress. Second, because the man who did that is still out there. And I'll be damned if we let him get away with it!"

"What would Gibbs do, right? I've got a bulletin for you, Ducky. I am not Gibbs."

"No, you're not. Gibbs quit. You're still here."

Tony began pacing back and forth. "Why wasn't I with Ziva? I turned over my responsibility to him without even thinking about it."

"Gibbs is one of the most capable ag..."

"Was, Ducky! You didn't see him. I mean, he didn't even look like Gibbs. I think he went native down there."

The doors to autopsy opened, revealing Gibbs. Tony didn't notice, even when Ducky tried to warn him with an, "Uh... Tony?"

"His hair is all long and crazy looking. And he's got this scraggly beard. He looks like a pirate or something. His eyes are all bloodshot from drinking hooch from morning to night with Franks!"

"They call it a "redeye" for a reason… the flight I was on took all night to get here," Gibbs said in response.

Tony whirled around and raised clasped hands to the ceiling. "Oh, geez! You're all right! Good. All right. Thank god."

"Yeah, thank Ziva. Already been blown up twice, Tony. Don't think I got a third one in me. Space seventy-three. Presents in the back for Autopsy and Abby. Don't be seen. Hey, Duck!"

"Welcome home, Jethro," said Ducky with a smile.

"Oh, you got the wrong guy. I'm just visiting. You might want to tell Palmer it's going to be a late night," he said as he walked out.

Ducky's face twisted with anger and he lurched to his feet to go after Gibbs, but Tony stopped him. "Leave it, Ducky," he said.

"Why?" Ducky asked angrily. "He's leaving again. That will tear poor Timothea apart."

"Yes, it will," said Tony sadly. "But we can't make him stay until he remembers."

Ducky sat back down and rubbed his eyes. "Has he even seen her yet?" he asked.

Tony shook his head. "Nope. And it's gonna stay that way until he remembers."

"But what if seeing her can trigger something?"

"... But what if it doesn't? As weird as it sounds, she's the closest thing I have to a mom and I'm not going to let her get hurt any more than she has too."

NCIS

Timmi was sitting in Abby's lab when Tony burst in and grabbed her arm. "You need to hide," he said.

Abby and Timmi exchanged a look before turning to him. "Why?" Abby asked.

"Gibbs is coming." Timmi's face showed her confusion, but before she could ask anything, Abby grabbed her other arm. She and Tony pulled her to Abby's office, told her to sit with her back to the door, and shut and locked the doors.

Timmi stood there stunned for a moment before doing what they asked. Just then, Abby's lab doors slid open and Gibbs walked in.

"Hi, Gibbs," Abby said, giving him a hug. "Timmi had to take a quick break so I'll just tell you what we found. We matched the dead guy's prints. Balash Sassanid. Arrested five years ago for reckless driving. An illegal from Iran. Student visa expired last year."

"Good job, Abby, " Tony and Gibbs chorused.

"What about the cell phone Eschel called us on, Abs?" Gibbs asked.

"I isolated the grid the call came in on."

"And?" questioned Tony.

Abby looked rather defeated. "The grid includes the entire city of Woodbridge, Virginia. He could be anywhere in it."

"Great. We've got nothing," Gibbs said, throwing his hands in the air.

"Well, an ex-Mossad officer working with an Iranian student is something, Gibbs," Tony pointed out.

"Not if it doesn't help us find Eschel in time."

"Abby, the BOLO we put out yesterday. Any hits? Timmi completely forgot about that, didn't she?"

"Actually, no. We have multiple hits. Six hits on men fitting his general description. Three in Delaware, one in Pennsylvania, two in Virginia. The closest match... A local cop saw a man fitting his exact profile at a Freemont Inn."

"Where?" asked Tony and Gibbs together.

"Woodbridge, Virginia."

Tony and Gibbs both thanked her and left the room. Timmi waited until she heard the elevator ding before standing up. Abby hurried over to her and opened the door.

"What was all that about?" Timmi asked her.

"We decided that Gibbs isn't allowed to see you until he decides to stay."

"And... You all decided this without me?"

Abby froze and looked at her friend, cringing. She knew that they were in a lot of trouble.

NCIS

Just hours later, and the case was closed. Ziva was cleared, Timmi had avoided Gibbs, and the FBI had finally left them alone. They had gathered in the directors office and were watching a newscast.

"...Terrorist believed to be responsible for the death of two of their agents. Two other terrorists were also killed in a standoff with Federal authorities in Northern Virginia," the reporter said.

"Federal authorities? They mean us! Four stinkin' letters. NCIS!" exclaimed Tony.

"It's either that story, Tony, or the FBI charges you with interfering in their investigation," responded Jenny.

Tony subsided immediately. " I can live with Federal authorities."

Jenny smirked and turned to Ziva. "Welcome home, Ziva!"

"Well, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for Gibbs."

"And me," said Tony.

"True. But mostly Gibbs."

"Speaking of which…?"

"He's in the squad room," Tony said.

NCIS

They stood in the bullpen a minute later and looked around. Agent Lee saw them looking and walked over. "Agent Gibbs left, Ma'am. Said he had a plane to catch."

"Are you sure, Agent Lee?" questioned Tony

"Yes sir. I'm sure."

"No... He didn't even say goodbye!"

"Director, he wanted me to give this to you," she said and handed her an envelope.

Jenny opened it to reveal a picture. "Oh, nice snap," said Tony, "Where was that taken?"

"Serbia."

"When?"

"A lifetime ago, Ziva." They stared at the picture for a moment before shaking their heads. Jenny went back up to her office, while Tony and Ziva made their way to Autopsy. As they walked in the door, they saw Timmi sitting on a chair, her feet on another one, holding a cup of tea looking annoyed.

"I'm fine, Ducky. I haven't been on my feet, and I never even saw Jethro today. Stop treating me like an invalid."

"Not going to happen, Timmi," her friends chorused. Instead of arguing with them, she rolled her eyes and sipped her drink.

"Why did you guys not want him to see me?"

The question froze them, but Tony was the first to recover so he faced her. "We know that you forgave him a long time ago, but we didn't want you to get hurt since he still doesn't remember you."

Timmi's brow creased with confusion. "Yeah, it kinda does hurt, but it's nothing I can't handle."

"We know, but if he did remember something, we didn't want you to take him back." Jimmy had spoken without thinking and quailed under the ferocious glares directed at him.

Timmi began to laugh. They turned and stared at her in confusion.

"You actually think I would take him back right away?" They nodded and she rolled her eyes. "I'm not an idiot. When he remembers, he'll have to prove himself. He left, he pays the consequence, no matter if he had amnesia or not."

Wow... I guess that when I'm given an episode, I write 3 times my normal amount. Who'd have thought!