Charity sat up in her hospital bed, trying to make sense of her crazy dreams from the night before. There was a knock at her door. She looked up and saw her father standing in the doorway. He had a bag in hand.

"Hey, Daddy. What's in the bag?" Charity greeted him.

Gibbs walked over and bent down to kiss her forehead. Then he gently sat the bag on her lap. "I thought you might like a few things, like some pajamas and some pictures. You have very few that are recent, but I thought they could help." Gibbs answered.

Charity opened the bag and pulled out the pajamas. They were an emerald green pants and short sleeve top set. The fabric felt silky. She got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom, holding the back of the gown closed. Charity couldn't quite remember the pajamas, but they were so familar.

Charity slid the horrible paper gown off and slid the jammies on. The fabric felt soft and...familar in her skin. Charity knew they were hers, but she couldn't remember buying them. She couldn't remember making them her own, but she just knew. This is so frustrating! She thought with a huff. Then she walked back out of the bathroom.

"You wanna look through the pictures?" Gibbs asked his daughter, once she was sitting back in her bed.

"Yeah." Charity answered.

Gibbs opened up the bag and grabbed out the few pictures he could find that were more recent. He handed her one and she looked at it.

"Am I standing in a Morgue?" Charity asked, feeling completely shocked.

"Yeah, I think you call it autopsy at NCIS, though." Gibbs answered.

Charity looked more closely at the picture. She was standing with two other people. One was an older gentleman with a bow tie and the other was a girl with dark hair pig tails, and wearing goth-styled clothing. "They both look familar." Charity said. "It's obvious that I know them, why else would I be in a picture with them? I know that I know them, but I don't know them." Charity then fell back and let out a groan.

"It's okay, baby." Gibbs told her. "I'm sure it will come to you."

"Who are they Daddy?" Charity asked, feeling so frustrated.

"Just don't think about it too hard. Everything will come to you. You just have to let your mind work at its own pace." Gibbs reassured her. "Maybe you should look at a different picture."

Charity nodded. She then took the bag from her father and pulled out another picture. She looked at it. It was of her, she had to have been about twenty-four, she was standing with Agent Franks, and wearing an NCIS cap and wearing a badge at her hip. "This...this was the day I first...became an NCIS agent." she said, having recovered that memory.

Gibbs smiled. "Good, baby. You're starting to remember. This is a good start."

"Yes, but I don't remember being at NCIS." Charity answered. "I remember becoming an agent, but I don't remember being an agent or anything that led to it."

"We've just started to scratch the surface." Gibbs told her. "I'm sure it will all come back, just little by little."

"Maybe looking at more pictures would help." Charity said. She then pulled out another picture. It was of her with Tony, the man that her father said was her boyfriend. She had hopped up on his back and they were both smiling and laughing. It looks like he makes me really happy. She thought.

Rolling around...bodies entwined...heat all over...a firey kiss...pleasure and passion...waking up to morning coffee...a special smile. These thoughts flashed through her mind. These memories.

"Did you remember something?" Gibbs asked.

Charity's face flushed slightly. She couldn't tell her dad about what had flashed through her mind. "You know, Dad, I'm kind of tired." She told him. "I think I could use the rest. Maybe it will help my memory to rest. I keep having these dreams that I think are little flashes of memory."

"Okay. I'll come by later." Gibbs told her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "I love you, baby."

"I love you, Daddy." Charity replied.

Gibbs then left. Charity dug through the bag he'd brought. she found a pair of slippers and a robe that matched the pajamas. She slipped the robe and the slippers on and walked out of her room.

"Where are you going, Miss Gibbs?" One of the nurses asked.

"I just need to go for a walk." Charity answered. "I think that I could use some frsh air."

"Alright, there's a little garden area out that way." She told Charity with a smile. "If you need anything, just let one of us know."

"Thank you." Charity said and then headed in the direction the nurse had pointed. She walked out the door and headed to a little bench. She sat down and looked around. The little park setting felt so familiar to her. She closed her eyes and let the scents fill her nose and the sounds fill her ears. That was when a memory came to her.

Flashback...

Charity sat down on the bench, wearing her slippers and pajamas. She could just picture playing in the surrounding flowers with her little sister, their parents watching them. That dream would never come true, however. Her mother and sister were gone, they would never come back. Her father was missing and presumed dead. She felt hot tears begin to roll down her cheeks.

"Darlin," came the gruff voice, "you're going to have to quit crying one of these days."

Charity looked up at the familar face of Agent Mike Franks. "Why are you here?" She asked.

"I came to see you." He answered, sitting down next to her. "Darlin, I know what you went through...it's hard."

"I feel a but coming in." Charity replied.

"But, you could take something from it. You can learn from it." Mike told her.

"What are you talking about?" Charity inquired.

"You could find a way to make a difference in other people's lives. You could make a difference to other families and people in your sistuation." Mike answered. "Quit feeling sorry for yourself and work on making a difference for others. Help other people."

Present day...

Charity opened her eyes. "That was the day that I decided I would later become an NCIS agent." She whispered to herself. "Mike gave me the kick in the butt I needed."

Tony...

Tony had grabbed a few things and then headed to the hospital. He was going to try and help Charity remember. He was going to get the woman he loved back. He soon arrived at the hospital. He walked in and he headed up to the nurse's station.

"Hello, how can I help you?" The nurse greeted.

"Is Charity Gibbs taking visitors today?" Tony asked.

"She's out for a walk right now. She hasn't said."

Tony nodded. Then he held up an envelope, "Can I just put this in her room?"

"I don't see why not." The nurse answered.

Tony thanked the nurse and then headed for Charity's room. He knew he needed to start small and go slowly and gently with Charity. He just hated her not knowing who he was. He sat the envelope down on her pillow and then started back for the elevator.

Charity...

Charity stood up from her bench and walked back inside. She headed back for her room and looked at her bed. She noticed that there was an envelope on her pillow. It had her name written on it. She opened it and looked inside.

There was a picture and a small hand-written note. The note read:

Charity,

I know you don't remember me right now, but I love you more than anything. I'm not going to push you, but if you want to talk to me, here is my number: 555-0143. Just call me and I will come running.

-Tony

Charity then looked at the picture. It was of her and Tony, they were sitting cuddled up on a couch, a couch she recognized as his. She had no idea how she knew, but she knew that it was Tony's apartment they were in.

Charity knew that if she was ever going to recover her memory, she was going to need to talk to Tony. She picked up the phone next to her bed and dialed the number he'd left for her.

"Hello." came his voice, which caused something deep inside Charity to react. Her heart fluttered in her chest.

"Tony?" She asked hesitantly.

"Charity, how are you feeling?" Tony asked.

"Confused...and frustrated." Charity answered. "I...I just found the envelope."

"Really?" Tony replied, not sure what else to say.

"Yeah, could you come here and talk to me?" Charity asked. "I think it would help."

"I'll be there in five minutes. I just left." Tony answered.

"Okay." Charity replied.

"I'll see you in a few minutes."

A/N: Sorry, it took me so long to update, but I've been pretty busy and exhausted. I hope you guys are enhoying this. Please read and review.