Graveyard shift is good in some ways, it means I don't work as much during the day and I have time to write! And I have been busy writing away for you guys! Thanks for all the thoughts on the last chapter because they helped with part of this chapter!

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Hundan.

He feels uncomfortable in his own apartment that night because it's just so strange and he cannot help the feeling. He's been pacing all around the place since Ziva left earlier and he cannot help but become frustrated at everything he sees. He just doesn't feel at home, he doesn't know this place even though he should know it better than any other.

When he talked to Ziva earlier a lot of what she said had filled his head with so many confusing thoughts, he cannot control them all and yeah, he's had a headache for the past two hours. He thought understanding all this new stuff would be easy at some stage but so far he hasn't figured out the easy way yet.

He's been around his whole apartment twice in the past two hours, looking at everything, taking it all in. And he needs to stop. It's not helping him because it's too much information all at once. He goes to his bedroom and he just sits down, letting his brain think but it's just too much, he needs some sleep.

He takes the jeans off that he's wearing and he climbs under the covers of his bed and lays back. For a moment he feels calm and nothing is in his mind because his bed is so much more comfortable than that of the one in the hospital. But then his mind is rolling again, because something felt strange.

He knows what he likes and what he doesn't like and he definitely knows his scent and his bed most definitely did not smell like him. Who has he had in his bed? The scent wouldn't have lasted the whole time he was in the coma, would it? He highly doubted it. It smelt faintly familiar, he's been around this scent before. He thinks it's mixture of vanilla and something fruity, and god he's just realizing where he remembers that from now.

Ziva.

Had she been here when he was in the hospital? Sleeping in his bed?

He has to stop thinking because if he doesn't stop now this train of thought would not stop. It could go so many places of how, why, and what for. And he's not going to get the answer unless he asks her himself, something which he won't do. He's put her through enough as it is with asking the personal questions, he could still see a slight bit of sadness -regret maybe- on her face when she left earlier. And he'd put that there, by making her bring up the past that she didn't want to.

He wouldn't say he's confused by Ziva, sure she makes him puzzled beyond belief but for some reason he knows he can trust her. It was hard leaving the hospital today because everything was so new and so harsh on his mind. But all in all this woman was there for him, trying to do the best she could for him. It's not like she had to drive him to his apartment and it's not like she had to take him inside. And she definitely did not have to tell him the things she did, no matter how hard he pleaded she could have always said no and walked away.

But she didn't and she stayed right by his side.

What puzzles him most about everything he doesn't remember is her and he cannot put his finger on why that is, maybe their relationship was so complicated that it would confuse anyone who didn't know every little detail of what they have been through, she did say they had been through a lot. And the fact he doesn't remember anything about the relationship they had put's him way back at the starting line, he was so out of the loop on them that it's not really a surprise that he's so goddamn confused right now.

They had sex but they never speak of it, but really, how could you be best friends with someone and not think about it? You don't just have sex with someone you are so close to and just let it go like nothing ever happened. Because you see them all the time and the pictures of what you did would be on your mind whenever you saw them, it's not an easy thing just to forget.

Maybe it makes a little more sense why when he was on Ziva's computer they were always in photos together, always so close and comfortable. Because being that intimate with someone builds a bond you will never forget and the line between the two of you would easily be crossed from then on. But what does he know? He's had a head injury.

He knows he likes football, he knows he likes steak, he knows he doesn't like cabbage and he knows he doesn't like vampires. He just doesn't know who he is, where he works and he not for the life of him can he remember anyone more than his mother and father. And his opinion on his father is apparently wrong, because his father is very different to how he remembers.

At this rate, he's not going to get any sleep tonight.

He didn't sleep much that night and it wasn't surprising considering everything on his mind. For a guy that's lost his memory, his head is certainly painfully full right now. He'd left his apartment and decided to just go for a walk, maybe that would clear his head. So far, it hadn't done the job.

He's not sure how far he has walked but he left his apartment two hours ago so he guesses he's gotten pretty far. He doesn't know where he is but it's somewhere, he never really took a thought to trying to find his way back to his apartment but when he gets to that bridge he will cross it.

As he walks down the street he looks at all the people that pass him by. Some rushing back to work from their lunch break, some taking their sweet time. He see's families, father's taking their kids out, mother's walking their prams with their little babies. He watches young teenagers walk hand in hand down the street innocently in love, he see's old couples cherishing their long lasted love. Life is such a precious thing and people shouldn't take that for granted because you never know, you might wake up one day and not remember the important parts about your life.

He walks through a park and he's finding his legs are starting to disagree with all this walking, mainly his knee. He doesn't know why his knee is in this much pain but he guesses he better listen to it. He finds a bench in the park and he takes a seat, lifting the weight of his feet for the first time in the last couple hours. He reaches down and rubs his knee, why was it this painful? Had he done something to it in the past?

He leans back in the chair and looks up into the sky. Suddenly he realized the sky has gone darker from this morning when he started his little wonder, now the sky has fogged over and turned grey. He wonders what the weather is generally like here? Was it warm and sunny? Cold and wet? He lets out a sigh and leans forward to rub his fingers into his knee again, this walk had let his mind breathe a little, but he still pondered things way too much.

Maybe this was just how it was going to be for a little while, until he gets used to living like this, with no memory of who he was.

And he feels when it begins to rain down upon his shoulders but he just sits there. He doesn't know where to go or what to do because he's lost, so he just sits, sits and watches as people around him scatter from the rain in seek of dry shelter. A woman hurries to gather all her children from where they play tag on the grass and he feels like that is exactly how his mind feels right now, scattered and he's just trying to pull all the pieces together so he can go to a better place.

As he sits everyone seems to disappear and he sits there alone, everything seems to be forgotten. Everything seems to disappear from him.

He's not too sure how long he stays there for, time seems to go by but the rain doesn't give up. There's a point where he begins to get cold but he doesn't really care at that point, the numbness feels a little relieving at this point because he stops thinking about everything and just thinks about how cold he is. As twisted as it is at this point, he didn't plan on moving.

"Hey buddy, are you alright?" he hears a voice call out to him over the thunderous rain and he looks up. A man is jogging across the park and over towards him, he looks concerned. The waterproof jacket and beanie on the tall man suggests he was out in this weather for a reason because he was prepared for the wrath it brought. He comes to a stop in front of him.

"Yeah, I'm alright" Tony tells him. He's cold and he's sure his body is shivering but he's not bad considering. Well, that might be a bit of a lie.

"You've been sitting out in this weather for half an hour and you're shaking, personally you don't look alright to me. We need to get you out of this weather" the man replies. Does Tony know this guy? Because if not he's being awful friendly to a stranger.

Tony's unable to think of what to say. Maybe it's the weather, it's probably not helping his mental state. The guy ends up hooking an arm under Tony and lifting him up from the bench and begins walking him back across the park in the direction he came from earlier. Right now Tony couldn't care less about what happened to him because simply he was overtired and felt like crap. His day couldn't get much worse.

The guy takes him to an apartment building across the street and inside what was most likely the man's home. Who takes strangers into their home like this? Yet, Tony lets it happen. The guy sits him on the couch, not seemingly caring that Tony is soaking wet right now.

"What's your name?" the guy asks as he grabs a blanket from the couch and wraps it around Tony.

"Tony DiNozzo" he says, because that is something his memory had kept in storage after his accident.

"Samuel Bradley" the man replies with a smile "I think we should get you out of those cold wet clothes and into something dry before you get hypothermic" he explained, for some reason the way he explained things sounded professional almost. "Is it okay if we do that Tony?" he asked. Tony nodded, but a question came out of his lips in wonder at the same time.

"Who are you?" Tony asked. Samuel smiled as he helped Tony stand up from the couch.

"I'm a paramedic in town at AMR, so I know you need to get dry" he said still smiling as he led him down the hallway. It made sense now, why he sounded professional before. However it doesn't account for why he took a stranger inside his home.

He gave Tony a towel and some dry clothes to change into and when Tony came out of the bathroom Samuel had a hot drink waiting for him. He handed it to him and Tony took a seat at the table, Samuel sat down with him.

"I'm not sure how you like it, but you need some warm fluids. Fit alright?" he asked looking at the hoddie and sweatpants he gave Tony. Tony nodded.

"Yes, thank you" Tony said taking a sip of the coffee, it was actually really good "Why did you go out of your way to help me out?" Tony asked, because out of all the confusing thoughts on his mind, this one really bugged him. Because he doesn't know this guy, he never has.

"I just like helping people, I don't know how to explain it but ever since I was a kid I just helped people, strangers, it's just who I am I guess. It's why I became a paramedic" Samuel said with a slight shrug. There are millions of people in the world and its people like Samuel that the world should be thankful for.

"You're a good person" Tony replied with. He still cannot believe what this guy's done for him because he probably would have caught hypothermia out in that weather if he stayed out there much longer. Tony noticed that Samuel had something on his mind, like he had a question he was itching to ask. Tony knows what it was about of course because he could see Samuel's eyes on his scar on the side of his head, it's nowhere near small and he didn't have much hair so it's not like he could hide it, especially not from someone in a medical profession.

"Do you mind me asking?" Samuel said because he could tell Tony had noticed his attention to his scar. One that looks very new.

"I got shot at work" Tony said as he looked down at the mug in his hands. He doesn't know why he's letting this guy in, he just is. He heard Samuel take in a small sharp breath.

"Where do you work?" Samuel then asked because he was curios. Was this guy a soldier? Was he a cop?

"I used to work at NCIS" Tony explains, looking up at him. He sees the man before him nod. He's familiar with the place Tony speaks about.

"I know them. What do you mean by used to work for them?" Samuel goes on to ask him.

"My accident left me with no memory of what I did, who I knew, pretty much I didn't remember who I was aside from my name and a handful of things from when I was younger. So at this point I cannot work there, I just don't know how to work there" Tony explains, telling him. It felt good to tell a stranger his problems because the person in front of him knew about as much as he did. It felt like things were balanced.

"Wow" Samuel said as he let out a long breath "That's a lot to go through, I guess I see why you were sitting out in the rain now" he said and it brought a small smile out of Tony, cause this guy just understood, no matter if he didn't know him.

"Yeah, I just, things just get a bit too much when I get told all these things about my life and it can be hard to all take in, you know?" Tony replied. He doubted that the man in front of him really knew where his was coming from but he would understand it was hard. Samuel nods, he gets it even if he's never personally experienced it.

"How long ago was your accident? It mustn't have been long ago" Samuel said looking at his scar a little more because Tony didn't seem to mind.

"Month or so, I was in a coma for a few weeks" Tony explained. He didn't hold back when talking to this guy, like sometimes he did when talking to McGee or Ziva, it was just different when the person doesn't know you. It's almost like a fresh start.

"I'm sorry" Samuel suddenly said, though Tony didn't know what he was sorry for.

"You don't need to apologise Samuel" Tony said. Again Samuel nodded.

"Please, call me Sam" he said to Tony. This time it was Tony who nodded.

"I don't know why but it seems so much easier to talk to you than any other person I have talked to since waking up" Tony randomly admitted to him. He didn't know where it had come from but it was the truth none the less.

"The thing that people with memory loss find hardest is dealing with their personal relationships with people because it can be far too overwhelming, talking to someone you never knew is easier because you know as much about them as they do you" Sam explained, he sounded like he knew what he was talking about and Tony would bet on it that he did.

"Does it get any easier?" Tony asked, he had to. He wants it to be so much easier it's that painful just to think how hard it is. Tony didn't like the look that Sam gave him. It wasn't a very positive one.

"What have your doctors said about you getting your memory back?" Sam went on to ask. He was only a paramedic but he knew his stuff, he's done many more studies than your normal paramedic. Maybe that's why he's won top national EMT three years running.

"They said that at this point they don't think I will get it back, but there is like a very small percent chance I will, but at this point I'm not keeping my hopes up" Tony explained. Again, he didn't like the look on Sam's face. He realised then that he should keep being disappointed in the fact he most likely won't regain his memory.

"I'm sorry Tony" Sam repeats and this time Tony doesn't tell him not to apologise, because he rightly deserves this sympathy, so much. Tony tries to share a hopeful smile but it's more of a sad depressing smile.

The two of them sit there quietly for a while and it's strangely comfortable.

"How did you end up in the park in the rain?" Sam suddenly asked. Because he was honestly curious to how. He knows the why.

"I left my apartment this morning because I couldn't sleep last night and I needed to clear my head, I walked around for a couple hours and my knee began to get painful, so I just stopped. I have no idea where I am or where my apartment is" Tony smiles a little guiltily. He's lost and he knows nothing.

"I guess we better find where you live then" Sam smiles back. Tony chuckles as he nods in reply.

Oh, new character! I wonder how that is going to evolve!