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He stepped out of the building and onto the grass area. The building could have looked like any other except for the four letters written on a brick block outside.

NCIS. Tony's eyes locked onto the letters as his mind drifted off deep down into somewhere unknown. Now it felt like he was in another time and another place.

He waited impatiently as the security guard looked at Gibbs' badge and then looked at the others. "NCIS? I've never heard of it," The security guard told them.
"Well that's embarrassing," Tony commented to Gibbs.
"Is that anything like CSI?"
"Only if you're dyslexic," Tony answered right away.

Things weren't flooding back like he had hoped. Ducky had said that the memories may come flooding back as if a dam burst, or trickling as if the dam had a hole. His mind came back to the present as he found himself standing there.

"Agent DiNozzo?" Conners asked him.

"Hello," Tony replied.

"I was just seeing if you were alright… You looked a little spaced out there," Conners observed.

"I was just thinking."

Conners walked with Tony up to the footpath before returning. "Take care Agent DiNozzo. I have to return to work," She said.

"Sure," Tony replied and out of nowhere, he was approached by three men. One of them had slipped his hand into his jacket, this action made him feel a little uncomfortable. "Who are you guys?" His questions openly took them by surprise.

"You mean you don't know?" The strongest of the three asked.

"No, I don't," Tony replied.

There was a moment of silence before the three chatted quickly before returning their attention to Tony. The pack leader dug into his jacket and pulled out a wallet as he quickly showed an ID badge.

"We're with the NSA… The National Security Agency. I'm Agent Mitchell," Mitchell introduced himself. "Do you mind stepping into the vehicle?"

There was something about the ID that made him trust them. After all, who'd be going around showing them an ID like that? He climbed into the back of the van and was driven around.

"Good that we have you back with us Agent DiNozzo. I'm Agent Thomson," Thomson extended a friendly hand.

"I work for this NSA?" Tony asked. "I thought I was NCIS."

"You're working both sides… You ought to be congratulated for doing such a great job," Thomson said.

"I wish I could remember that," Tony replied.

There was a long pause. "NCIS is being stubborn as usual and actually have refused to hand over vital documents pertaining to the terrorist group FATO," Thomson explained the situation slowly. "I assume that you can get hold of the files for us," he ended the sentence.

"No problem, I just want to help anyway I can," Tony said. Though, with his amnesia it was impossible to be of any help. "But I better get going back," it was about half an hour since he left the work area.

NCIS Bullpen

It was a crazy thought, but if Tony wasn't back in five minutes he'd send out a search party. Normally Gibbs would just chew him out for not obeying his clear orders but this situation caused for something entirely different. Much to his relief, Tony came strolling into the bullpen

"Where were you DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked.

"I ran into a couple of friends," Tony said. "We got talking and I lost track of time. It's a nice day outside… I saw some nice benches outside, I think I'll read the files out there," he explained.

The sun was shining, the trees were green. Everything felt like it was in its place… Except for Tony's memory that is but there was something soothing about being out under the warm sun.

The NSA agents had returned, that's if they had left in the first place. They approached the bench he was sitting at. They approached him with the same amount of caution as they did before. Tony held out the folder for them. "There it is," he told them.

"Good work Agent DiNozzo," Thomson said taking the folder quickly. "We'll contact you if we need anything else."

Gibbs' Residence

Tony had a tough time explaining to Gibbs how the files on FATO members had disappeared from his hands. There was something about sending out excuses that didn't quite sit right for Tony and no amount of apologies was helping. There was no way in hell he was going to mention the NSA since Gibbs had shown that he was pissed when he found out he was helping the FBI so if he was helping out this NSA and FBI as well as his job at NCIS then…

"Are you alright DiNozzo?" Gibbs interrupted Tony's thoughts as he noticed the very confused look on his face.

"I'm confused," Tony answered as he sat down on the couch. If this guy was his boss then why would he be staying here? The whole room flashed before his eyes… Tony was getting somewhat use to these kind of scenes playing out but wasn't sure exactly what they were representing.

The floor was green and there were some people behind bars… Someone was down and the man in uniform approached the tall black prisoner who towered over everybody. "Grab my hand Boss," The prisoner said.
"Don't do it Paul," Someone called out.
"Take my hand Boss," the prisoner repeated.

There was something about the word boss that seemed to catch his interest. His flashback was inadvertently interrupted by Gibbs who noticed the blank look on Tony's face.

"You alright DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked again.

"Yeah… I think," Tony answered. "I keep having these flashbacks, these memories. But they're not making any sense," Tony continued. This seemed different though, usually he was in the flashback but this one he wasn't. "I don't know, this one seems to be different," Tony said. "It was almost like a movie."

Gibbs couldn't help but laugh and that reaction made Tony nervous and somewhat fearful. What was so funny? "You and movies… You have total amnesia and you're going on about something like a movie," Gibbs explained.

"Maybe it is a movie," Tony responded. "But there was this prison and this prisoner kept saying… Take my hand boss. I was just thinking and I thought about the word boss and that's what came to mind." Tony tried to make sense but these images were scattered and not even making too much sense to him. "What is it about the boss?" He asked Gibbs.

"You knew early on that I hated to be called Sir so you started calling me Boss and have ever since," Gibbs answered.

"You're fine with that?" Tony asked with a surprised look.

"Beats the hell out of being called sir," Gibbs smirked.

Tony sipped from the coffee. It felt awkward since there was nothing that he could talk about. "Can you tell me about me?" He asked him. Tony couldn't grasp how he should act around anybody or what he should be doing.

Gibbs finished his coffee before starting. "You're a loyal agent and person DiNozzo. You give everything your all and sometimes you give a bit more," Gibbs decided to go for the direct approach. "You always get the task done even if you do have a certain childish attitude. You act more like a frat brother than an agent," he answered.

"You really don't mince words do you?" Tony asked. It sounded like he was an immature agent who got on the nerves of everybody.

"Damn straight," Gibbs said. "There's always been one problem with you DiNozzo. You always take the weight of the world on your shoulders… Everyone's problems become your problems and you continuously blame yourself for everything that goes wrong."

Tony nodded. None of it sounded familiar. "I think I've stuffed up," Gibbs looked at him blankly. "I didn't lose the folder, I gave it away," Tony explained.

Ooh… I love cliffhangers.