I was lying in the hospital bed waiting for Gibbs to come back. He'd given me my bag back and I was looking at the photo album. There where pictures of me when I was younger, and of other people, I knew that I should know them, but I didn't. When I saw them I just got a big blank. It was so confusing. Apparently I had witnessed a murder last night, and that the murder had shot at me, but I couldn't remember that. It was frustrating. I didn't know who I was. Gibbs walked in with a pair of clothes and some black boots with chains attached to them.
"These belong to you. Put them on where going to my work," He exclaimed, putting the clothes on the bed then left the room. I changed then walked out of the room. Gibbs stood up and walked out of the hospital, and I followed close behind him. We got in a car and Gibbs started driving.
"So where do you work?" I asked.
"NCIS," He replied. I thought for a moment.
"Naval Criminal Investigative Service?" I asked.
"Good," He said, smiling. I smiled at least I knew something. We drove in silence. Gibbs parked the car and we walked into the building. We passed through a metal detector. I walked through and the detector went off. I looked down at my boots.
"Oh sorry I've got chains on my boots," I exclaimed, pulling my boots off. My hand hit something cold and metal on the inside of the boot.
"What the hell?" I mumbled, reaching in the boot. Gibbs looked at me. I pulled out a small green woven knife holder with a knife that had the same woven green material around the blade.
"And apparently there's a knife in my boot," I exclaimed.
"Where did you get that?" Asked Gibbs. I shrugged my shoulders.
"Can't remember I forgot I even had a knife in my boot; remember memory loss," I replied, looking at him, "Why?" He took the knife out my hand.
"Because it's a survival knife, marines use them when in the water, it wraps around their leg," He explained. I took the knife and held it in my hand.
An image flashed through my mind. Someone from one of the picture's in my photo album handed the knife to me. He said something, and I smiled and said something back. The man nodded his head. Then the image faded away.
"What?" Asked Gibbs.
"Oh I think I just remembered something. I was in a room, it had a pool table, and someone I knew handed the knife to me that's all I got," I answered.
"Can we just go meet the rest of your team now?" I asked. Gibbs looked at the security guard. The man nodded his head and I put the knife back in my boot and put my boot back on.
We got in the elevator, and went up to what I'm going to call the 'bullpen'. Gibbs led me to a section that had four desks. Gibbs went and sat at one of the desk. There were two other guys and a woman at the other three desks.
"Hello, I'm Tony," One of the guys exclaimed, standing up to shake my hand.
"Nickie," I said, shaking his hand.
"I'm McGee," Said the other guy.
"Ziva," The woman said.
"Have you guys found out anything while I was gone?" Asked Gibbs, looking up from his computer.
"The Jane Doe is Lt. Henson. She's 35, lives alone, and she doesn't have a boyfriend," Tony replied. Gibbs looked at McGee, and Ziva.
"And we found a sample of blood, that doesn't belong to the victim or Nickie," Ziva added.
"Abby's trying to get a match right now," McGee said.
"Who's Abby?" I asked.
"She's our forensic specialist," Gibbs said.
"Come on," He exclaimed, walking to the elevator. I followed him, and we went down to Abby's lab. I heard music coming from the lab. We walked in, and I saw a woman with black hair, and lots of tattoos.
"Hello you must be Nickie," Abby said, turning to face us.
"That's me," I replied.
"Have you figured out whose blood that is?" Asked Gibbs, looking at a computer screen.
"Not yet. I've searched through every data base, and this is the last one, but so far no match's. I do how ever know that the blood is O negative," Abby stated. I looked around the lab.
"Abby you think she could stay here with you for a while?" Asked Gibbs.
"Are you trying to get rid of me Gibbs?" I asked jokingly. He smiled slightly.
"No but I can't be bringing you with me where ever I go," He replied.
"Good point," I said.
"Yeah I don't mind," Abby said. At that Gibbs left.
"So where's your parents?" Asked Abby.
"Not sure. Can't remember much," I replied.
"Oh," Abby said.
"The doctor said my memory should come back it's just a matter of time," I explained, sitting down. I put my bag on the floor.
"I love you're shoe's," Abby exclaimed.
I smiled. "I love you're shoe's," I said noticing her boots.
"What's that?" She asked, pointing at my right boot. I reached down and pulled the knife out of my boot.
"Nice!" She exclaimed, "Can I hold it?" She asked.
"Yeah sure," I said, handing the knife to her.
"Do you remember where you got it?" She asked.
"From someone I knew, can't remember his name but I do have his picture in my photo album," I replied. Abby handed me the knife back, and I put it back in my boot. Then I pulled the photo album out. I flipped through, until I found his picture. It was a picture of me as a kid, him, and a woman.
"That's him," I said, pointing at the man in the picture.
"And you don't remember who he is?" asked Abby. I shook my head.
"Here let me see that picture," Abby said. I handed the picture to her and she scanned it onto one of the computer's. She gave me the picture back and I put it back in the photo album. Then Abby cut the man and the woman's faces out of the image and did a search.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm trying to find a match. If they're in any data base then we should get a match," Abby said. Then Abby's other computer beeped.
"Darn. There's no match for the blood found at the scene." Abby said.
"So where did they find the blood?" I asked.
"Um," Abby looked at the evidence bag on the table, "At the window," She replied. An image flashed through my mind, of me standing on a crate/box looking in a window. Seeing a woman run past the window then a man, he shot her and she fell to the ground, then the man turned to the window. But his face was a blur. But I did notice a cut on his index finger it was bleeding.
"Whoa...Déjà vu," I mumbled, putting my hand to my head.
"What did you see?" Asked Abby.
"The murderer, I couldn't remember the guys face, but he cut his left index finger, maybe when he fired the gun, it was bleeding. That's all I got," I replied.
"Well it'll help," Abby said. I sat back in my seat. It seemed like this day has gone by in a blur. My head was spinning.
"Are you okay?" Abby asked.
"Yeah I'm fine, just a little tired," I said. Beep...Beep...Beep...Beep.
"Oh we've got a match," Abby exclaimed. I sat up and looked at the screen.
"The people in the picture are Mr. and Mrs. Davison. Mr. Davison was in the marine's. They had a daughter, which they named...oh their you're parents," Abby said. She picked up her phone.
"Hey Gibbs Me and Nickie found something," She said. A minute later Gibbs, and Tony where in Abby's lab.
"What you find Abby?" Asked Gibbs.
"Well Nickie gave me this picture to look at so I scanned it onto the computer and ran a search. And we came up with this," Abby replied showing the screen to Gibbs and Tony.
"You found her parents," Tony exclaimed.
"Where are they now?" Asked Gibbs. Abby turned to the computer and typed something in.
"Oh no," Abby muttered, looking at the screen.
"What?" I asked.
"They were killed in a house fire ten years ago," She replied. The smile disappeared from my face. Abby looked at me.
"It says there were no surviving family members so their daughter was put in foster care," Abby said. I sat back down in my seat. I was so tired from today, and this news didn't help. I just wanted to lie down and go to sleep.
"Hey you okay?" Asked Gibbs.
"Yeah just tired," I replied...