After sitting in the waiting room for a couple of hours, then waiting in the exam room for another hour, the doctor finally came in and examined Charity. He did an ultrasound and checked all of her vitals.
"Everything appears to be fine Mrs. DiNozzo." He told her. "However your blood pressure was a little on the high side."
"I was being shot at." Charity replied. "I think that would raise anyone's blood pressure."
"True, but I've called your regular doctor and she's going to be seeing you next Tuesday at eleven. Just to make sure that everything is alright." The doctor told Charity. "Make sure you go."
"I know." Charity replied.
"I'll make sure she goes." Tony added.
Charity turned a playful glare on him. "Alright Dad." She told him.
"Not for a few more months." Tony replied.
Charity turned her attention back to the doctor. "Can I go back to work?" She asked.
"I don't see why not. Just try not to get involved in anymore shootings." He told her and then left.
Charity was then released and she and Tony headed back to NCIS. On the way, Tony wanted to tell Charity about Wendy being the ex he had told her about, but he couldn't bring himself to just yet. They soon arrived back at NCIS and rode up to the squadroom. When they stepped off Burley looked up. "Everything okay boss?" He asked.
"I'm fine." Charity answered, walking over to her desk and taking a seat. She looked around. "Where's Ziva?"
"Wendy needed to use the restroom." Burley answered.
Just then Zive returned and Wendy was right behind her. Tony instantly felt awkward. He knew Wendy wouldn't be able to keep her mouth shut and would say something. She looked up at him. "Tony, it's good to see you again." She said.
Tony let out an awkward laugh. "I wish I could say the same." He replied.
"Ah, don't be that way Tony. I mean we were once engaged to be married." She said.
Charity blinked a few times and then turned to Tony. "You mean she's that Wendy?" She asked. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Yeah, Tony, why didn't you tell her?" Wendy added.
Charity turned to Wendy. "I work alone here." She told Wendy, her voice a little catty. Then she turned back to Tony, giving him an expectant look.
"I...I was going to in the car...but...well..." He said, trailing off, feeling awkward.
She narrowed her eyes at him for a moment. "We'll talk later." Then she turned back to Wendy. "Now why were you and Lieutenant Reese talking on the phone so much?" She asked.
"He was helping me with a story while I helped him." Wendy answered.
"What?" Charity asked.
"A case NCIS dropped the ball on years ago." She answered. "That's why I went to the presinct a couple of days ago. I wanted to get your help, Tony."
"You came by?" Tony asked.
"Dan didn't tell you?" Wendy replied.
"No, he didn't." Tony answered, turning to his partner.
"What? You were on your honeymoon and there was no way I was going to call you then." Dan replied.
"Back to the case." Charity interrupted. Then she turned back to Wendy. "So, what case was it?"
"His father." Wendy answered. "He died ten years ago. NCIS investigated and couldn't find out who did it. The case went cold. James always thought it was his father's business partner, but no one could prove it. So he enlisted my help."
McGee was already pulling up the old case file. "Reese's father Major William Reese. Found in a dumpster just like his son." McGee said. "The original case agent is..."
"Retired Agent Mike Franks." Charity finished, remembering Mike pouring over that case for hours.
"Yeah. How'd you know boss?" McGee asked.
"I just know." Charity replied.
McGee looked through the files of NCIS. "There's no contact information for him."
Charity was already reaching for her cell phone. "Don't worry McGee. I've got him." She then dialed the number that would ring in the little cantina in Mexico.
"Hola." came a female voice.
"Hola." Charity replied. "Habla Ingles?"
"Si. How may I help you?"
"I need to speak to Mike Franks."
"Whom may I say is calling?"
"Just tell him the only woman he ever lived with that never tried to kill." Charity answered.
"Un momento." The woman said.
After a few moments, Mike's gruff voice came on the other end of the phone. "Charity, this had better be you or I'm going to be very disappointed."
"It's me." Charity replied.
"Good." Mike replied. "So, what are you calling for?"
"You remember the murder investigation of Major William Reese?" She asked.
"Are you reopening that case? Darlin' for your sake, don't." Mike told her.
"I have no choice." Charity replied. "His son just came up murdered and dumped, the same way."
"Let it go cold. For your own safety, Darlin."
"Mike, what aren't you telling me?"
Mike sighed. "I'll be there in a few hours." He told her. "Don't do anything till I get there. You got that Probie?"
"Whatever you say Mike." Charity replied. Then she hung up her phone. "He'll be here in a few hours."
"What help can he be?" Wendy asked. "He obviously couldn't solve the case the first time. What makes you think he'll be any help now?"
Charity turned to Wendy, and if looks could have killed, Wendy would have been dead. "Well, not all of us can be nosey little reporters now can we?"
"What? I'm just telling you how it is. I've made more progress on the case in the last ten days than your Agent Franks did in the three months he had the case." Wendy countered, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You may have made progress, but it got your friend killed and almost got you killed. And if you keep this attitude up, the next time someone comes after you, I'm not going to stop them." Charity told her. "So, you sit your ass down and shut up."