Re MEMBER

(3 Days Later)

"You should really be home resting up," Conners looked at her partner with some concern. "You look in pretty bad shape," she told Wilson.

"You're starting to sound like Caroline," Wilson forcibly smiled as he pressed the icepack against his ribs. It still hurt like buggery but was told to do that to keep the inflammation down. His fiancé was quite mad at him for coming into work but there were some things that needed to be done.

"Well?" Conners words were interrupted when Agent Simon walked through their area as soon as he saw Gibbs exit the elevator.

"Let him be," Simon said. "If he wants to come to work injured then let him suffer," the statement wasn't an unkind one, but too anyone else, it sure would have looked that way. "Agent Gibbs!" Simon's voice turned deadly serious.

Tony entered the bullpen and sat at his desk. "What is it?" Gibbs asked. He was in a rush to be brought up to speed.

"I don't mind you borrowing my team members but I really draw the line at getting them hurt," Simon nodded in the direction of his agents.

"I had nothing to do with that," Gibbs said.

"You do not have any control over your team?" Simon asked deliberately trying to press those buttons. He was quite unsure of what he was trying to achieve… Perhaps an apology to his younger agent would be nice. But he knew Gibbs' reputation all too well and hell would have to freeze over before that happened.

"I have a good handle on the team… I also teach mine how to think for themselves when the situation arises," Gibbs said to him.

"Listen here," Simon used his finger to accentuate his point. "I don't mind my people helping your people out but I draw the line at not being notified or sending my team back injured," he turned around and left.

Gibbs angrily shook his head and entered the bullpen to wait for Ziva and McGee. His patience was now running pretty thin. "Bring me up to speed," Gibbs said. This was really the first time he willingly left McGee or Ziva in charge by themselves. He wanted to know how well they did.

"Well it was tough to get anything out of Mark Taylor," Ziva said. "But he eventually did give up the last known residence of Ashley J Williams," she added.

"We'd just come back from our shift of staking out the spot," McGee said as he sat down and used chopsticks to attack his Chinese takeaway. "But there was no sign of him," he said in between bites. He was feeling hungry.

"We handed Taylor over to Fornell in hope he'd be able to get somewhere we couldn't," Ziva continued.

"Abby did some testing on the materials we found but besides them shooting at us, there was no evidence of any wrong doing," McGee said. "It was too clean. Obviously they cleared out anything before we got there."

Tony watched them going back and forth as they filled in Gibbs. He felt quite useless sitting down and being unable to contribute anything at all. But he knew absolutely nothing. The image flashes had ceased and now there was nothing except the feeling the need to remember, the will to help but he just couldn't remember anything about the damn bomb… Bomb? Bomb! There was a bomb.

Working alongside a tech for so long it was bound to rub off on you. Under instruction, he carefully tied the wires together. While nobody was looking, he took out part of a mechanism. It was really nerve racking to work on something that was destined to blow things up and kill people. He knew it was something he couldn't refuse to do…

After that, the movie went blank. Had he been wrong to trust these people? The only reason he could think of as to why he had no memory of these people was that he'd never worked with them before. But the older guy, Gibbs, seemed to be the only one that felt trustworthy but how could he even rely on that when there was nothing he could remember.

"Tony?" McGee had glanced over in Tony's direction just in time to see his facial expression changed.

Tony stood up. "There's a bomb!" He yelled out. It felt a lot more like a confession than anything else. All eyes were suddenly on him as there was a panicked silence across the floor. Someone had already picked up a phone and was already going to call the bomb squad. "No, not here," Tony said as he watched Gibbs walked up to him. What was it about Gibbs that really scared him? "I've screwed up," he said softly.

"Call Fornell and give him the heads up," Gibbs told someone. "You remember something?" he planted his palms on the desk and locked eyes, willing him to remember.

"I was working on the bomb," Tony stood up. "It was a mistake, I should've never been released. Bombs kill people and I built one," Tony said with the guilt evident in his eyes.

Gibbs handed him some paper from the drawer and put a pencil on top of it. "Draw it," he ordered. "In as much detail as you can remember."

"You're not going to take me to jail?" Tony asked in a shocked tone. That's what he deserved.

"Sketch!" Gibbs said loudly.

"Sketching Boss," Tony raised his eyebrows quizzically. But quickly began doing what he was ordered and drawing all he could remember about it. Oh God, what the hell has he done?

"What you make of it Gibbs?" Ziva asked him. "Do you think he worked on the bomb?" Ziva couldn't believe she was even considering that as a possibility. She waited for Gibbs to respond.

"Yeah," Gibbs said without betraying his senses. When DiNozzo went undercover, he went as deep as possible and often had problems dragging himself out of these missions. "I believe he did," Gibbs added in a solemn tone.

"I can't believe you'd even think that about Tony," McGee said after getting off the phone.

"I believe DiNozzo didn't have a choice," Gibbs said. That had to be the only reason he would do anything like this. Gibbs wished that he would get all his memories back, they were really needed. Not just for the case but for Tony's sake.

Abby's Lab

"Well, I've managed to make a replica from the sketch you gave me," Abby lifted the veil off the table to reveal the box shaped bomb.

"You got all that from the drawing, Abbs?" Gibbs asked. "Good work."

Abby rubbed her hands together. "It wasn't just from the sketch, I recognized the design from somewhere, I knew it!" She exclaimed. "This design was pulled off the internet," Abby told them.

"Can anybody get this design off the internet?" Gibbs asked.

"If they knew what they were looking for," Abby answered. "You know that finding a specific piece of information is like finding a needle in a bunch of other needles… Downright near impossible," she said.

"Except if they knew what they were looking for Boss," McGee chimed in. That was true, it was difficult to say how hard it was to look for specific information.

"Thanks McGee," Abby said. "But I did get this specific design," She said.

Gibbs took a closer look at it. It looked too small to do too much damage. "It doesn't seem too bad," Gibbs stated. "Seems like the damage would be minimal," he said.

"That all depends on what explosives are used, where the bomb was placed and how many of them are placed around," Abby explained. "You know that in Gallipoli they had these little tins that they packed with small explosives and then put nails in it with a bit of wick. The tins were about the size of a can of peas. What I'm saying is that even those little pea cans can do a lot of damage to people," she explained.

"Abby," Gibbs said impatiently. Regretting the day she got interested in Gallipoli.

"Oh right, what I'm saying is that even though it looks relatively small, strategically it can do a lot of damage if used right," Abby finished explaining.

Gibbs bit down on his lips. "Good work," Gibbs said once again. "Email Fornell with all that information," he said. Abby looked at him with a confused look. She never knew him to willingly give information to the FBI. "Just do it," Gibbs had noted the strange look he had gotten.

"Yes Bossman," Abby said.

"I'll be right up Gibbs," Tony said. "I just want to have a word with Abby here," he said to Gibbs who just nodded.

"What can I do for you Tony?" She asked.

"About the night we first met," Tony said. "Well the first one I remember anyway… I want to say I'm sorry."

Abby placed a finger over his lips. "There's no need," she said to him.

"I might not get another chance," Tony said. "I'll be going to prison soon."

"No you won't," Abby replied quickly.

"What makes you so sure?" Tony asked her. He was positive that's where he belonged. After all he's been working with the enemy.

"Gibbs won't allow it," Abby sounded convincing. "You're his right hand guy. He'd be lost without you," she said.

"Come on… I think that guy can take care of himself," Tony said. "But I'd still really like to say sorry about that night," he said trying to bring himself to finish any loose ends.

"I shouldn't have gone to hug you like that," Abby walked over to her computer and began attaching files to her email.

"It's ok… It's just," Tony lowered his head.

"Just what?" Abby asked while tapping the keyboard.

"This may sound really stupid… But I could do with one of those hugs right now," Tony answered with somewhat of a goofy smile.

Abby didn't need to be asked twice and she ran straight at him and embraced him.

Every door he remembered coming through it seemed that Abby was there to greet him with the same vice like embrace. Anytime he was hurting, she was there ready for him, pouncing on him and almost bringing him to ground. The grip eventually softened at times when he found he couldn't believe.

"Whoa there Abbs," Tony said. "I really need to breathe now," he couldn't help but smile. "You really need to cut down your caf pow," he told her.

"You remember something?" Abby asked. "That's great!"

It was hard to believe that somebody was more excited about him remembering something than he was. "I work here," Tony said. "I actually do."

Abby playfully punched him in the arm. "Of course you do," she said.

"Well I didn't know," Tony returned the favor.

"You should've believed us," Abby said before punching him back.

"Hey!" Tony said. He definitely got the feeling that this happened very often. "I gotta go," he turned towards the elevator.

"Just don't worry," Abby called out after him. "Gibbs'll get you out of trouble," she waited till the elevator doors closed. "I just wish he'd learn how to keep you from getting into trouble."

A/N:

Next Chapter preview…

The officer moves into the Gibbs' Kingdom… Opening Statements for the court case are heard… And more. Oh and dont' worry, there's some danger for Tony coming up... LOL, enjoy.