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Chapter 3

Tony dug into his pocket for his car keys and pressed the button to unlock the doors. He lowered himself into the car, being careful not to make his headache worse by moving too fast.

Tony sighed; he knew what these numbers meant. He memorized them over and over in his college days. But the thing that Tony couldn't get his head around was - how did Kate know them? And why did her lawyers want to know what they meant?

Too many questions, too little time. He almost wished that Gibbs hadn't turned up with the documents; that he didn't even know about Grace. Grace, what did he know about her? She could be anything, it could be anything.

Tony started the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot, the piece of paper still gripped tightly in his hand.

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Tony had gotten more than halfway back to his apartment when he realized he had forgotten to show Abby the necklace. She'd be able to magnify the initials and trace where it had come from. He could do that later, tomorrow maybe. He doubted that they'd let him into the building a second time, especially now he looked just as tired as he was hungover.

Tony yawned, his vision blurring. He gripped the steering wheel tighter and flicked on the left-hand indicator as he turned onto the freeway. Man he was tired. It would be just his luck if he was pulled over right now, hungover, tired and not in the mood to co-operate. He switched lanes to the one on the right, cursing as a black Monaro also changed lanes, dangerously close behind him. What's this moron doing? He thought.

Tony looked in his rear-view mirror, catching a glimpse of a man in dark clothing, most likely a suit, and dark sunglasses. He was trying to act inconspicuous as Tony again switched lanes, the Monaro switching with him. It wasn't unusual behavior for cars to constantly switch lanes in order to get a better, clearer run, but this guy in the Monaro wasn't acting normal. Tony decided to test the other car by switching lanes, then speeding up, and slowing down. There was no doubt, he knew was being followed.

He decided against going back to his apartment, because if this guy really was following him it would just be too risky. First of all though, he had to get off the freeway. Tony flicked the indicator once again as he left the freeway and went into a side street, the Monaro following his every move. He pulled out of the side street, heading straight for a set of lights. He cursed when they changed red before he could get through, Damn it. Tony thought. He looked in the rear-view mirror again, the man in the other car didn't move, although Tony bet he knew he'd been sprung. Finally the lights changed to green and Tony pulled out of the position, the Monaro casing his every move. Tony pressed the accelerator harder, then decided enough was enough. He grabbed his cell phone and flipped it open, the screen flashing to life. He pressed "2" on speed dial, Gibbs' name flashing up on the screen. Tony held the steering wheel with one hand while he waited impatiently for his boss to pick up.

"Agent Gibbs' phone," the voice said.

"McGee?" asked, "What are you doing with Gibbs' cell?

"Tony? Uh, he left it on his desk while he went out for more coffee. I thought I should answer it for him." McGee replied hesitantly.

Tony laughed, "You know he'll kick your butt of he finds out?"

McGee made a kind of grunting noise, realizing it was true. Tony continued, "McGee I've got this guy following me, he's in a black Monaro and he looks kinda hinky."

"Hinky? You've been spending too much time around Abby."

Tony hissed into the phone, "McGee! I-Am-Being-Followed." He spelled out slowly.

"Yeah? Well… What do you want me to do?" McGee asked. Tony sighed, "I don't want you to do anything probie. Get me Gibbs." Tony gripped the wheel tighter, the Monaro edging closer, This bastard is trying to run me off the road!" he thought.

"Uh, Tony he's not here, I told you that…" McGee answered. Tony squeezed the phone in frustration, "Yeah, well GET HIM McGee! Or else I'll -" Tony stopped, his tires skidding dangerously along the road. The Monaro sped up, tapping the back of Tony's car, and then dropping back. Tony went silent; he dropped his cell, holding the wheel with both hands as the Monaro sped up again, this time hitting Tony's car with more force. The car skidded, mounting the curb and zooming dangerously close to a power pole.

"Shit!" Tony cursed, but the Monaro hit him once more, harder this time. Tony's car skidded then spun to the side, crossing lanes. The last thing Tony saw was a red SUV centremeters away from his car, then blackness. Just blackness.

McGee heard the noise, but he didn't know exactly what caused it. He heard Tony curse, then horns blaring and a terrifying smashing sound of metal-on-metal.

"Tony!" McGee called into the phone, but all he heard was a hissing sound, before the phone line went dead.

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Gibbs got back to the bullpen ten minutes later than he would have liked, coffee cup in hand. He was unusually chirpy as he headed over to his desk. McGee was standing behind his own desk, phone in hand. His hair was scruffed up and his tie had been taken off, thrown carelessly to the ground.

"McGee?" Gibbs asked, placing his coffee cup on his own desk before heading over to McGee. The younger man's face was as white was a ghost. "Boss, Tony called, he said a guy in a Monaro was following him."

"Yeah? And?"

McGee hesitated, "I think he might have been in an accident." Gibbs froze, "Well what the hell are you doing just standing here? Did you call emergency services?"

McGee nodded, "He didn't say where he was, but I put a trace on his cell, his last known position should be pinned down -" McGee stopped as his computer beeped, "Now."

Gibbs picked up the phone and shoved it in McGee's hands. "Call them!"

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The first thing Tony felt was warmth, almost a comforting type of warmth, but there was something just not right about it. He tried to move his legs but all he could feel was pressure on his calves. He could hear a hissing sound, and voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying. The blackness took over again.

The next thing Tony knew he was lying down, voices were everywhere and the images blurred in front of him. Shades of red and blue, flashes of light, then darkness. He didn't know where he was. All he knew was he didn't feel any pain, just a smooth drifting feeling. Blackness.

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"He's asleep right now, we gave him something to knock him out for a few hours. It'll give the painkillers the best chance to work. He doesn't have internal bleeding, or any breaks, as far as we can tell, he's been very lucky. We're going to keep an eye on his head scans, as it's a high probability he's got a concussion, but all in all, he's not too bad."

Tony tried to open his eyes, but it felt like someone had strapped on two tonne weights to his eyelids. He could still move around, and he tried to wiggle his toes, relief washing over his when he realized they still worked. Where was he? The last thing Tony remembered was driving in his car, then calling the office, then red. Just red. The red soon turned into blackness, then pain.

He sensed someone walking into the room, someone familiar. "What have you done now DiNozzo?" the voice asked. He recognized it, heard it everyday. The same tone, almost sarcastic and irritated. Gibbs.

Tony grunted, forcing his eyelids open, they were red and swollen but he still managed. "That's no way to treat someone who's just been run off the road, boss."

"DiNozzo." He said, "Nice to see you back in the land of the living. Abs will be here soon, she was as worried as hell about you. Gave her quite a scare. I couldn't shut her up she was that hysterical." Gibbs chuckled quietly, "So, how are you feeling?"

"Like a guy in a black Monaro tried to run me off the road." He replied, groggy from the painkillers. "Looks like he succeeded too." Gibbs replied. He told him that they were already checking it out, and so far had found 42 black Monaros registered in the D.C. area – it's take some time to narrow it down.

"So, what's the diagnosis?" Tony asked. Gibbs told him exactly what the doctor had said, and that they wanted to keep him in overnight for observation. "Great." Tony replied, he didn't want to wait around in a hospital all night being poked and prodded by a bunch of doctors. He was going home.

Tony tried to sit up, but Gibbs quickly stepped in, "Hey! You're not going anywhere DiNozzo."

"But boss -" Tony began. "DiNozzo, I'm not arguing with you. I'm ordering you to say here, okay?"

Tony laughed half-heartedly as he put his head back down on the pillow, "you're doing that a lot lately. Ordering me to do things."

Gibbs scoffed, "I'm your boss DiNozzo, it's what I get paid to do," he smiled, "And anyway, if you actually did something that I asked you to do for once then maybe I wouldn't have to."

Tony grinned, and half closed his eyes.

"Get some rest Tony. The others will be here soon." Gibbs said as he turned to exit the room.

He'd be out of here tomorrow, then he could take the necklace to Abby and get her to check it out. And the documents. And the numbers. Too much information and too little time. Plus he was dog-tired. He'd think about it all tomorrow

Tomorrow. He thought as he drifted off to sleep.

A/N: Reviews people! And I promise the next few chapters will answer some of your questions! I'll try to update asap, but I'm pretty busy, so every few days to a week I promise to get a new chapter out… And for this chapter I decided not to leave it as a cliffhanger, as much as I desperately want to, because 3 cliffhangers in a row might be too many! lol! R&R