A/N: Hey guys. So rumor is, FFN was giving y'all a hard time the last couple days. Feel free to send in your reviews for the last chapter (I only got 8 due to the crap that it had going on…) No pressure, but…

Anyway, here's today's chapter. Very short, I know, and I'm sure the first half will be a bit of a let down, what with the cliff hanger from the other day, but the next chapter is mind blowing. Mind blowing, I tell you! So just let me have this, ok? Because after that, the next chapter is even more mind-blowing! Earth shattering, life altering—pick a phrase and that is what we've got in store.

I finally know where this story is going. I was worried for a minute there—got a bit stuck. But now I know and you guys are going to be all over it. Seriously, we've got some good stuff ahead.

Stay tuned for… well, sorry, no scenes from our next episode. I'm not that nice. : ) Nonetheless, stay tuned. We've got quite a ride ahead.

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"Tony?" A man's voice said. His heart fell, but he didn't hang up.

"Yeah,"

The background was noisy, people chattering and music playing. "I have your lunch,"

"My lunch? But I didn't--"

"You can come pick it up at Alfredo's Chinese. You know where it is?"

"Well, yeah, but--"

"Be there in an hour?"

"Yeah, I guess," Tony replied as the caller hung up.

McGee looked at Tony. Levin had a completely confused expression on his face. "Who was it?" McGee asked.

"Um… Not sure… I'll be back in a couple hours. Cover for me?"

"You're under protective custody, you can't pleave. And besides, it's only lunch, Tony," Levin began to explain. "You don't need a--" Tony disappeared into the elevator. "Cover," he finished limply. He looked to McGee. "What was that about?"

"No clue," McGee replied, eyes still on the elevator.

"He wasn't supposed to leave," Levin protested.

McGee sighed. "Gibbs is gonna have our heads,"

Tony walked into Alfredo's Chinese, not even bothering to contemplate the ridiculous name as he and Ziva so often had done in the past. He almost heard the distant echos of their laughs, the ringing of their banter. He shrugged it off and looked around. It was busy, as usual. He walked up to the end of the counter, past the cashier. He caught the eye of a nervous looking man.

"I'm Tony. Someone called and said my lunch was ready?" he said, his voice low.

"Tony. Ah, yes. One moment," the man walked into the kitchen. A minute later, he returned with a white bag. "Don't forget to check your fortune. I hear it is especially pleasant at the Jefferson Memorial today. Perhaps you should eat your meal there? Good luck,"

Tony raised an eyebrow and cocked his head a little. The man nodded. Tony gave a charming grin. "Thanks,"

"No, thank you," the man replied.

Tony walked to his NCIS issued sedan and set the bag on the floor by his feet. He looked around, not finding anything unusual or unordinary. He was at the Memorial ten minutes later and his heart had begun to beat quickly as he found his way to an empty bench. He sat down and opened the bag beside him, searching for the fortune cookie. It was buried beneath some napkins, but he finally found it.

He broke the cookie and read the fortune. His heart quickened.