Tony walked out of Charity's hospital room, everyone looked at him expectantly as they had seen the doctor and nurses rush in. "She's awake." He answered.

"I feel like there's a but coming." Abby said.

"She doesn't remember me." Tony answered. "The doctors are talking with her trying to figure out how far back her memory loss goes."

Abby instantly got up and walked over and hugged Tony. He was obviously surprised. She looked at him. "I'm a hugger." She said.

Tony nodded and briefly hugged her back. Gibbs and his father soon returned from the cafeteria. "What's going on?" Gibbs asked.

"Charity has some memory loss." Tony answered. "The doctors are working on trying to figure out how far back it goes."

Charity...

"Charity, I'm Dr. Nesbitt." He greeted her. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"I was in the car with my mom, my sister, and Agent Wiles." Charity answered. "We were on our way home to get a few things, then Agent Wiles was going to take us to a safe house. Then the glass on the dirvers side shattered and Agent Wilse slumped forward and the car crashed."

"How old are you?" Dr. Nesbitt asked.

"Fourteen." Charity answered.

"Hold on one moment." He told her. Then he walked out of the room and to the waiting group of people.

Charity's dad stepped forward. "How is my daughter?" He asked.

"She thinks she's fourteen." Dr. Nesbitt answered. "She says that she remembers being in a crash with her mom and sister and an Agent Wiles."

"She was, that's when her mother and sister died." Gibbs said. "That was fifteen years ago."

Dr. Nesbitt nodded. "Maybe you should go and explain things to her. It would probably be best if it came from you."

"Will she get her memory back?" Tony asked.

"It's hard to say." Nesbitt answered. "She could, but it could take a while."

Gibbs headed into Charity's room. "Hey baby girl." He greeted her.

She looked up and smiled at him. "Daddy! You're back!"

Gibbs walked over to her and sat down on the edge of the bed. He pulled his daughter into his arms for a hug and he kissed the top of her head. Then he pulled back and held her at arm's length. "Baby, I've got something to tell you."

"What?" She asked.

"You're not fourteen." He answered.

"What? I've been in a coma through my birthday?" She asked.

"No." Gibbs answered. "You're twenty-nine."

"I've been out that long?"

"No." Gibbs answered. "The car crash that you remember, you're mom and sister died. I went MIA and NIS Mike Franks, he became your legal guardian. When you grew up you became an NIS agent, which eventually became NCIS."

"What?" Charity asked. "No, that's just...that can't be right."

Gibbs stood up and offered his daughter his hand. "Come on."

Charity took his hand and stood up. She held the back of her gown closed and let her father lead her to the bathroom.

"Look in the mirror." He told her.

Charity stood in front of the mirror and gazed at her reflection. She was stunned. Her nose had been broken, but that was not what had her stunned. All of the childish roundness was out of her face and her hair was much longer and thicker than she remembered. She heard her dad close the door behind her. She turned and saw a full length mirror on the door.

She was the same height as she remembered, but everything seemed different. She decided the real test for her age, would be to see her body. She would never see it under the shapeless paper gown. She dropped the gown and gazed at her reflection. Her eyes widened. The last she remembered, she had a stick thin body without shape or form. Now, she had delicate curves.

"I have boobs." She muttered. Then she turned around and looked over her shoulder. "And a butt. I have an hour glass figure." It was then that she noticed a large heart shaped scar on her lower back. She looked at it and touched it. It made her shiver, as if it were attached to a bad memory, that escaped her.

Charity mentally shook herself and pulled the paper gown back on. She then walked out of the bathroom and looked at her father. "Okay, I believe you that I'm almost thirty." Charity said. "But I have a couple questions."

"What is it?"

"I have this heart shaped scar on my back. How did I get it?" She asked.

"I...I don't know on that one." Gibbs answered. "You would have to ask your team."

Charity nodded. "Who was the guy that was here when I woke up?"

"Tony DiNozzo." Gibbs answered. "He's your boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Charity asked. "I have a boyfriend?"

"Yes." Gibbs answered. "You have a lot of friends who care about you, too."

"Really?" Charity asked.

"Do you want to see any of them?" Gibbs asked.

"I...I don't think I'm ready yet." Charity answered. "Would any of them be able to explain the heart shaped scar?"

"Yeah." Gibbs answered. "I think your boyfriend knows the whole story."

Charity nodded. "I...I think I need to be alone, Daddy." She told him. "Tell everyone that might be here to see me to go home. I'm not ready to see anyone yet."

Gibbs nodded. "Okay, baby girl." Gibbs said. He bent and kissed her forehead. "I love you, baby girl."

"I love you, too Daddy." Charity replied.

Gibbs left the room and walked to the rest of the group. "Charity said she wants to be alone." Gibbs announced. "She said she wants everyone to go home. It's a lot for her to take in."

Everyone slowly filed out, until it was just, Gibbs, Jackson, and Tony. Gibbs looked over at Tony. "You wanna come to the house with us?" Gibbs asked.

"No thanks." Tony replied. "I have to go and see my dad."

Gibbs nodded. "I'm sure she'll remember again."

Tony nodded and then headed out.

Charity...

Charity sat in her hospital bed and closed her eyes. "My mom and sister are dead." she whispered to herself. "And I've grown up. I'm not a teenager anymore."

I want to remember. Charity thought to herself. "I have to remember." She spoke to herself.

Charity opened her eyes and got up. She headed back into the bathroom and shut the door. She looked at her reflection in the full length mirror. She slid the hospital down off again and turned around. She examined the scar on her back.

"This is important. I can feel it." She said, running her fingers over the scar.

Later that night, Charity lay in her bed, sound asleep. Her dreams were a mash up of memories that made no sense to her.

Sitting at dinner with an older gentleman...hearing voices whispering in her ear...a passionate kiss...a warm embrace...fire across her skin...an arguement...tears...two head stones...and dog tags...being made and happy at the same time.

Tony...

Tony sat at the bar, sipping on a beer. Dan walked over and sat down. "Charity's dad called me, said you might need a friend." Dan said. "What's going on?"

"Charity lost her memory." Tony answered. "She thinks she's fourteen. She doesn't remember the last fifteen years of her life."

"So, she doesn't remember you." Dan stated.

Tony nodded. "The doctor isn't sure how long it will take for her to get her memory back. She may not get it back."

"I'm sure she will Tony." Dan replied. "What are you gonna do?"

"I have no idea." Tony answered. He looked over at Dan. "Do you have any idea what it's like having the woman you love more than anything wake up and look at you and say, Who are you?"

"I know that things will work out." Dan replied. "Now look, you can't sit around and feel sorry for yourself. The woman you love lost her memory, including the part with you, so what? Her memories are in there somewhere. The feelings she has for you are still there. You just have to help her remember. Make her fall in love with you again."

Later that night, Tony lay in his bed, looking up at the ceiling. He rolled over on his side and reached a hand over to the other side of the bed. The side of the bed Charity lay whenever she stayed. His bed felt cold, empty, and lonely without her. His life felt that way.

I have to help her remember. Tony thought. I have to get her back.