Charity woke up the next day, a Saturday. She felt the warm hard body at her back and the arms around her. Then his lips were at her ear. "I could get used to waking up with your naked body pressed against mine." He whispered in her ear, his breath tickling.

Charity giggled. Then she looked at the alarm clock on her night stand. "I'm late." She said, springing up from the bed and running to her closet.

"Late for what?" Tony asked. "As long as there's no case, you don't have to work today, do you?"

Charity hastily pulled on a pair of panties and then began to slip into her jeans. She turned to face Tony. "No, it's not work related." Charity told him. "You could actually come with me, if you want."

Tony rose from the bed and slipped into his clothes. "Where are we going?"

"The local VA retirement home. I volunteer there every Saturday." Charity answered.

"What kind of volunteer work do you do?" He asked as they walked down the stairs.

"I just go and sit with them. They usually talk and I listen. Sometimes I'll flirt with the old men." Charity replied, turning to give Tony a wink.

"I bet that makes their day."

Charity smiled. "Usually. Occassionally, there's that one cranky old man that no amount of flirting and cheering up can make him smile."

They walked out the door and hopped in the car, Charity driving. "When did you start volunteering there?" Tony asked.

"Shortly after I was their funerals." Charity said, speaking of her family. "It's kind of theraputic. A lot of them don't have familes either or they do, but they don't visit."

"So, you play flirty young woman, daughter, or granddaughter to them?" Tony asked.

"Pretty much." Charity answered.

They soon arrived at the retirement home. They stepped out of the car and walked inside. The nurses smiled at Charity. "You're late Miss Gibbs." One of the nurses greeted.

Charity smiled. "I just overslept. I had an exciting night last night."

The nurse was an older woman, probaly in her fifties. She smiled at Charity and then noticed Tony standing behind her. She gave him a once over. "I'll bet it was an exciting night." She teased.

Charity blushed slightly. "So, who needs a visit today?" She asked, changing the subject.

"Well, we have a new resident. Retired Marine Sergeant William Blake." The nurse answered. "He's in room 304."

Charity walked towards the room, Tony following her. They reached a closed door. Charity knocked on the door. "Sergeant Blake?" She'd asked.

"Come in." came a strong male voice from inside.

Charity walked in the room. A man sat in the chair by the window. His back was to them. He still had his Marine style cut, even though his hair was graying and he was retired. It was then that Charity noticed the chair he was sitting in, was a wheel chair. He turned around to face them. That was when Charity noticed that he was a double amputee.

The older man's gaze met hers. "Those eyes." He said. "Those piercing blue eyes."

"Do I know you?" Charity asked.

"You're the Gunny's daughter. Your eyes are just like his." He answered.

"You served with my father?" She asked.

Blake nodded. "He used to carry a picture of you, your sister, and your mother in his breast pocket, next to his heart. It's thanks to your father, that I'm alive."

Charity had known that her father was an amazing man. Of course, all children idolized their fathers, at least for a while. Charity had had no idea just how great, but she was about to find out. "May I ask how?"

"Of course." Blake answered. "The plane crashed and we were both pulled from the wreckage. His shoulder was injured, so were both my legs. The people that rescued us, they were villagers, they thought that I wouldn't survive the trip to safety. They were going to send your father, but he told them to take me instead. If he hadn't of done that, I would have died."

"Do you know what happened to him after that?" Charity asked, her heart pounding with hope.

Blake shook his head. "I wish I did. I want to thank him."

Later that day...

Charity and Tony returned to her house after spending the day with Sergeant Blake. He and Charity had exchanged stories about her father. "Well, I think that was a good day for you." Tony said.

Charity nodded her agreement. "It was good to talk to someone close to my dad."

She walked into the kitchen and found a DVD sitting on the counter. It was in a clear, unmarked case. "Did you bring a movie over?" She asked.

"No." Tony answered.

Charity picked up the case and took it into the living room. She turned on the TV and popped the DVD in and hit play. It was a power point that appeared on the screen. Hello Special Agent Gibbs. Appeared on the screen.

"This doesn't look good." Tony said, sitting beside Charity on the couch.

"No, it doesn't." She agreed.

I have something you want. Something you've been looking for.

Then a picture of a man in dirty rags popped up on the screen. He was tied up and had gray hair. It was shaggy and a beard had started growing. The picture changed to a close up of his face. Colbolt blue eyes stared through the picture at Charity. Eyes that she would recognize anywhere. Eyes that she saw when she looked in the mirror everyday.