Tony was riding the elevator on the way down, when his cell phone rang. He looked on the screen, but didn't recognize the number. "Hello?" He answered.

"Tony?" came Charity's voice.

Tony's mood instantly changed at the sound of her voice and he head a hard time keeping the happiness out of his voice. "Charity, how are you feeling?" He asked.

"Confused...and frustrated." She answered, sounding just as confused as she'd said. It pulled at Tony's heart to know that the woman he loved was hurting so. "I...I just found the envelope."

"Really?" Tony asked, not sure where this was going, but hoping.

"Yeah, could you come here and talk to me?" She asked, sounding so helpless. Something that if she were herself, she would hate. "I think it would help."

"I'll be there in five minutes. I just left." Tony answered, eager to get back up to help her and to see her.

"Okay." She replied.

"I'll see you in a few minutes." Tony replied and then they hung up his phone.

The elevator came to the first floor. He pushed the button for Charity's floor and then waited as the elevator headed up. When the elevator finally stopped on her floor. He stepped off and headed for Charity's room. He knocked on the door.

"Come in." Came Charity's voice from the other side.

Tony opened the door and walked inside. Charity was sitting on the bed, her legs in a lotus position. She was wearing an emerald green pajama set. He gave her a slightly hesitant smile. It was hard to figure out how to act since she didn't remember him. "Hi." He greeted, not sure what else to say.

She smiled back, just as hesitant. "Hi."

Tony walked over to sit down in the chair next to her bed. "So...what did you want to talk about?" Tony asked, not sure what else to say.

"How did we meet?" Charity asked.

"A murder case that I was working crossed with a rape case you and your team at NCIS were working." Tony answered. "After that we didn't have any contact with each other for about three months. Then we had another case cross, a serial murder case."

Charity nodded. "How did I get this heart shaped scar on my back?"

"On that second case we were working. You looked a lot like the victims and you decided to use yourself as bait."

Charity nodded. "I remember something about having dinner with an older man...and voices whispering in my ear during that dinner."

"That would be where you were using yourself as bait. You were wearing an ear piece and a wire." Tony answered.

"Well, that makes sense. It's better than thinking that I'm crazy." Charity replied.

Tony chuckled slightly. "I would never think you were crazy."

Charity smiled hesitantly at him. As she looked at him, a flash of memory flitted across her mind. Sipping a cup of coffee in a bed, with nothing but a bed sheet covering her bare skin...Tony's warm smile over his own cup of coffee.

"Is something wrong?" Tony asked.

"I just...I think I just remembered something." Charity answered.

"What was it?" Tony asked.

"Sipping coffee...wrapped up in a bed sheet and you sitting across from me smiling."

Tony smiled at her. "The morning after you spent the night at my place the first time."

Charity's face suddenly got a little flushed. Holy shit! I've spent the night with him! Well...that would explain some of the flashes of memory I keep getting. She thought to herself. "That would explain a lot of the flashes of memory, I keep having." She said, her face incredibly red.

Tony was having a hard time containing his laughter. It was strange to have this bashful Charity rather than his brazen and bold redhead. "What kind of flashes?" Tony asked. "It could be helpful to talk about them."

"I...I don't know...if I can...bring myself to talk about them." Charity replied. "But...uhm...how many times have we...spent the night together?"

"Several times." Tony answered, trying to keep a straight face. He was kind of enjoying seeing her red-faced. "Let me guess...you keep having flashes about us making love?"

Charity's face turned an even brighter shade of crimson and she nodded. Then she had a flash of sitting down to lunch woth Tony and two other men. One of them looked like a slightly older version of Tony. The other was definitely similar to Tony. His dad and...his cousin. Charity thought. I just remembered! I met his dad and his cousin!

"Are you remembering something?" Tony asked.

"We had lunch...with your dad and your cousin." Charity answered, getting slightly excited. "I remember having lunch with them."

Tony smiled. "Yeah and you were self conscious about your broken nose."

Charity's face instantly changed to a look of chagrin. "But that wasn't the first time I met your father...I...I had had to...investigate him for murder. Oh my..."

Tony got up and sat across from Charity on her bed. He gently grabbed her hands. "It's okay. He loves you anyway." Tony told her. "Everything worked out. You proved that he didn't do it."

Charity shook her head. "No...it was...it was Ducky...and Abby...and McGee that proved he was innocent...Ducky! Abby! McGee! Burley! I remember them!"

Tony grinned."That's great. Are you remembering anything else?"

Charity grinned and looked at Tony. She then threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. She pulled back and looked at him after breaking the kiss. "I remember everything! And I can't believe that I've been getting so red-faced!"

Tony chuckled. "I thought it was adorable."

"I'm a federal agent. I don't do adorable." She replied.

Tony grinned at her and pulled her back in for another kiss. This time the kiss was longer and hotter. They never wanted to let each other go. Tony had his Charity back and he was going to do everything he could to keep her.