"Sit down there Mister," Abby said for about the third time in ten minutes. She had expected him to get a little antsy quite quickly.

Tony looked around and wondered how on Earth she noticed him standing up. But he quickly sat back down again and looked intently at the back of her head.

"You don't seem to have eyes at the back of your head," Tony observed.

Abby pointed to the monitor. "I can see your reflection," She tapped it and Tony gave a slight nod.

"What you doing?" Tony asked. He stood up and looked over her shoulder.

"What I'm doing is matching particles found on the rope to see if they with that of a victim's skin sample in order to prove that this was indeed the rope used to tie up the victim up," Abby said as she waited for the results.

"Okay," Tony replied. None of it made any sense. "Has it?" Tony asked her.

"Nope," Abby said with a resigned sigh.

"So what's that mean?" Tony asked.

"That means that this is just some ordinary rope and not the rope we're looking for," Abby answered. She printed the results out and was about to step out the door. "Come on," She told Tony. "I've got to take these things topside."

Tony followed her out.

"I think I'll stay here," Tony said as he sat at his desk in the bullpen. "Don't worry," he told Abby. "I'll stay here… I promise. I just want to check through my desk," Tony looked at Abby.

"You promise you'll stay here," Abby said.

"Yes," Tony said. "I promise,"

Tony opened the top draw and looked into it. There was a firearm sitting there still in its pouch. He just stared at it for a moment.

"He was going portal to portal… Why didn't he take his weapon?"
"He was tailing somebody… Didn't want to stop and identify himself, you know how security is these days… We've all done it."

The image of looking into a desk and chatting with others was fuzzy. Was that what he was doing? Was he following someone? If so, why? He picked out a little book that was well hidden underneath some paper and notebooks. There was something about it, so he flicked through it. It contained some numbers and names. He tossed it aside and looked through one of the notebooks. Still nothing that really seemed to be any proof of who he is.

There was a large paper with a sketch on it. Judging by what he's seen in mirrors, the sketch was of him and a great likeness at that. He felt a tear roll slowly down his cheek. A terrible longing was felt but wondered why the hell it was. He shoved the things into the draw and forced the door closed with some force. This was so frustrating.

"DiNozzo!" It was Gibbs' voice calling out, Tony had spent half the day going through the desk. But nothing seemed to be clicking.

"Gibbs?" Tony answered as he watched the other two agents approach him with some trepidation.

"I'm Tim Mcgee," The male agent said.

"Ziva David," Ziva introduced herself as well. "Gibbs told us about your condition."

"Condition?" Tony stretched out a hand.

And she shook it. His mind seemed to wonder to a different time. "Yeah, your amnesia," Ziva answered.

"My name is Tony, Zee-Vah," Tony introduced himself. He wasn't sure why, but there was something about stressing each part of her name just felt normal.

They were all now sitting at their respective desks. Gibbs had a look in his eye. "Do you remember anything DiNozzo?" He asked.

Tony thought for a moment. There was only something slight that had entered his mind. "I think I was following somebody," Tony answered.

"Who?" Mcgee asked.

"I don't remember." Tony answered.

"Why were you following them?" Mcgee asked.

Tony stood up and walked over to Mcgee's desk and started knocking him on the top of the head. "Hey... Hey," Mcgee said.

"Hello? I have amnesia, I can't remember," Tony said before sitting down.

Gibbs thought for a moment and turned to him. "We have learned something about you and it's funny you should mention about following someone," Gibbs said. "We've just been down at Quantico. You're wanted at MTAC,"

"M Tack?" Tony blinked.

Gibbs did his best not to roll his eyes. "Yeah Fornell wants to talk to you," he said.

"Fornell?"

Gibbs shook his head and motioned for him to follow him up the stairs. There was something in Tony's gut that stirred. "There's something that he has to discuss with you. I gave him a quick rundown of your health... I guess he wants to see for himself," Gibbs explained as Gibbs pressed the buttons and entered through the double doors.

"Bring up the feed," Gibbs ordered the people in MTAC after doing that he ordered the others to leave the room which left MTAC completely empty bar two.

"Agent DiNozzo," The older man on the main screen said.

"You are?" Tony asked tentatively. Again it was people knowing him.

"Tobias Fornell... FBI," Fornell answered. "You don't remember anything at all?" He asked. There was a certain amount of urgency in his voice.

"No," Tony answered. "I only remember waking up in the hospital and something about following somebody."

"You were on an inter agency mission with the FBI," Fornell answered. "There's something you have to remember."

"As I said," Tony replied as he failed to take that in. "I don't remember anything."

Gibbs looked royally pissed at that knowledge, partly because his senior agent had managed to work in conjunction with an FBI without him knowing. He'd been a bit more down looking for the last couple of weeks but his work didn't suffer. It was a well known fact that Tony seemed perfect at undercover operations.

"Keep an eye on him Jethro," Fornell said. "As soon as he remembers anything... Pass it on,"

"Will do," It was in a resigned tone. What had Tony gotten into? He assumed that Fornell had only shared the minimal amount of information with him. But he was fuming that he wasn't consulted when Tony was approached to this kind of work. He couldn't be mad at Tony since he always had a real sense of duty and if he was asked not to tell, he wouldn't. "You want to start giving me the full story," Gibbs asked. It wasn't a request.

"I was just about to do that," Fornell said. He was going to elaborate on what Gibbs had heard earlier. "We approached Agent DiNozzo to infiltrate a not well known terrorist cell."

"You did what?!" If one of his team members were going to be put in a situation like that, he demanded to be consulted. "Why wasn't I informed?" His eyes narrowed in anger and frustration.

"We thought it best that minimal amount of people knew," Fornell answered.

"Who thought that... You?" Gibbs said.

"We all did, it was a decision we weighed heavily," Fornell asked. "Is there anything you remember at all Agent DiNozzo?"

Tony sighed impatiently. Everyone seemed to be asking him that and frankly he was getting so sick and tired of it. Couldn't they just leave him be?

"This is important," Fornell prodded.

"So what's this about Fornell?" Gibbs spat out the words. Of course there was the meeting earlier but they'd only received the minimal amount of information, otherwise known as the minutes' version. "I have the right to be informed," Gibbs used the 'don't argue with me tone.' That was something all too familiar with Fornell, he refused to be intimidated by it, but even he was working to a higher authority at the moment, so the agency war had to be put on hold.

"The Department of Homeland Security has been working in conjunction with the FBI to bring down a terrorist cell called Freedom Against The Oppression commonly referred to as FATO," Fornell explained. "We've been watching them for some time but in the last six months there has been an increase in chatter and minor activity… We approached Agent DiNozzo to become a member since he fit the profile of the group perfectly," Fornell said carefully. "He willingly agreed to do his duty…"

"But why? Why now? What's so important?" Gibbs asked while not shifting his gaze. "What the hell are they planning?"

"We've received credible intelligence that they're planning a bombing but we haven't been able to find out where or when."

"How real is this threat?" Gibbs shifted his feet for the first time in ages.

"Red," Fornell answered with the one word.

Gibbs bit the inside of his cheek. According to the Homeland Security color threat alert system, red meant there was a severe risk of a terrorist attack. Ever since it's introduction after 9/11, the red level had never been mentioned but now, it had been unofficially mentioned. They were on threat con red without being on threat con red.

"We're faxing you the dossiers of known members… We're sending a courier over with them to hand over. Perhaps Agent DiNozzo can read through them and somehow jog his memory," Fornell stated.

Gibbs had to agree with him on that one.

"I know that you want to protect the boy Jethro," Fornell said. "But there is a hell of a lot more at stake here."

"Ok," Gibbs said.

Tony was quietly reading through the dossiers back in the bullpen. Nothing was poking its head out and grabbing his attention. Surely there was something better he could be doing with his time. He knew he had a job to do, but for the life of him it really annoyed him that there was no memory. The pictures of the young men seemed to like they could be anybody except their eyes seemed to all look the same and soon each name seemed to blurring with the next.

"Excuse me Gibbs," Tony stood up and approached the man. "I think I need to just get out for a bit," he said.

Gibbs looked up from the computer screen. "Hang on a sec," Gibbs said.

"I'm right," Tony protested straight away. "I just need to take a walk around the block or up the street and back or whatever."

"I'll send one of the others with you," Gibbs said and was about to call Ziva. If anybody could keep Tony in check while he wasn't around, that person would be Ziva.

"I'm right," Tony said. "I just want to go and clear my head and then come back and start again… Everything's blurry."

Gibbs' eyes met his. "You have blurry vision?" He stood up.

"No… No. I meant everything just seems to be blurring and its not helping. The more I look at those, the more confusing it feels," Tony said. Suddenly feeling the urge that he needed to make sure Gibbs knew that he was fine. "I've been here all morning and frankly I need fresh air… I won't be long," Tony added.

"If you're not back in half an hour, we'll be sending out a search party," Gibbs said, half smiling. "And be careful."

Tony thought it was weird that someone was telling him to be careful while taking a stroll around the block. But he guessed that he assumed the caring was due to the importance of the situation.

"I'm only going around the block, Gibbs," Tony replied. "What could possibly go wrong in the time it takes to walk around the block?"