Brad found Gibbs in the waiting room. The agent looked exhausted and scared.

"Gibbs," said Brad, "I can tell you this is a temporary thing. Tony's scans show that his brain is still swollen, but it's coming down. He has some bruising around the swollen area as well as the area surrounding that. We'll have to just wait and see what happens. Hopefully it will only last a couple of days, but I won't guarantee anything."

"What about everything else? Is he going to be able to walk again?"

"I don't see why not. With some physical therapy, it shouldn't be long before he's back on his feet. Again, it's just something we'll have to wait to check on. I'll keep an eye on him in the next couple of days and see how he goes. I'll let you know if anything changes."

"He's lost fourteen years of his life. Major Raimey was his boss in Baltimore."

"Can he come in? Maybe there's something he can say that will trigger Tony's memory."

"We arrested him five years ago."

"That could help. If he comes in wearing a prison jumpsuit, Tony might remember arresting him."

"Is that a good idea?"

"Possibly. It's not really something that you can tell about. You have to do it and hope for the best."

"Can I go in and talk to him?"

"He's sleeping. You can go in this afternoon, but remember that he might not want to talk to you. You are a stranger to him at the moment."

Gibbs thanked the doctor and sat back down again. He called McGee and told him what Brad had said, then hung up and put his head in his hands.

McGee put his phone on his desk after speaking to Gibbs and sighed. He had hoped that there would be some good news, but there wasn't. He hadn't told Gibbs that they hadn't been able to contact Senior yet either, because he knew that Tony, back in 2002, had hated his father.

"Hey, McGee, has Gibbs called yet?" Bishop asked tiredly.

"I just got off the phone with him. Tony's conscious, but he doesn't remember anything after 2002. He thinks he's still Detective DiNozzo with Baltimore PD. He doesn't even know who Gibbs is."

"Poor guy. That must suck. He hated his days in Baltimore, and now he has to relive them. It isn't fair."

"Brad said it could just be temporary, but fourteen years is a long time to lose. Anyway, did Abby find anything?"

"She's still looking through Tony's car. She said she found paint on what's left of the front of the car, but there's no match yet. I left her collecting glass and DNA."

"It's all going to be Tony's blood."

"Yeah. There's a lot of it. You should see the car, McGee. The front of it is crushed. The dashboard collapsed onto Tony's legs, so rescue cut and lifted it to free Tony. I don't know how he managed to survive that." Bishop felt tears burning her eyes. "He's a hell of a lot stronger than anyone I know."

"Be grateful you weren't here in 2004 when Tony had the plague. It was terrifying, especially when we all thought he was going to die. And then, a couple of years later, someone tried to kill him by blowing up his car. He was lucky that time. The arms dealer that he was trying to catch literally saved his life."

"Man, Tony really has got bad luck, doesn't he?"

"That's not all, but there's too much to explain everything. Just know this: Tony is the toughest guy you'll ever meet. He's also the most sensitive and modest man."

"I hope he gets better quickly."

"Me too."

Tony opened his eyes and looked around. He could see Brad near the door with Gibbs, which made him wonder what was going on. Brad had said that he would explain that Tony couldn't have visitors yet, so why was that stranger back? As Tony contemplated that, he felt his heart start to beat faster, and heard the heart monitor get louder and faster in time with his heart. He started to panic, trying to get up.

"Tony, relax," said Brad calmly. He held Tony down gently. "You're okay. Just relax for me."

Tony's eyes darted around the room until they finally landed on Brad. He took a deep breath to calm down, and was glad when he felt his heart slow down to normal.

"Hey, what was that all about?" Brad asked once Tony had stopped struggling against him.

"He's back," whispered Tony, fear evident in his eyes and voice. "Why?"

"He's just worried about you, Tony. I know you don't know who he is, but I promise that Gibbs isn't going to harm you. He's here to look out for you while the person that caused the accident is being searched for."

"I don't know him. Where's my boss?"

"Tony, your boss is Gibbs. He's been your boss for the last thirteen and a half years."

"No. No, you're wrong. I want to talk to Raimey. Now."

Brad sighed. He didn't have any way of convincing Tony that Gibbs was his boss and not Raimey. In fact, he didn't know what to do. He didn't know how he was going to prove to Tony that Gibbs was only there to help, not hurt. He wondered if he could get a therapist to talk to Tony at some point and see if he could remember something.

"Alright, Tony, I'll see if I can find Major Raimey." Brad fixed the blankets over Tony and adjusted the nasal cannula that Tony had accidentally knocked out of place. "I want you to talk to Agent Gibbs for a bit. Just talk."

"Why?"

"Because I'm hoping he'll say something to jog your memory a little bit."

"Fine. But only this one time."

Brad thanked Tony and headed back over to Gibbs. "You can stay a while. I told him to talk to you. Maybe something you say will trigger his memory."

"What if I give him a soft head slap?"

"No. He has enough injuries without you hitting his head." Brad smiled. "I want to get a therapist down here. Maybe they can talk things through with Tony and help."

"I'll call Rachel Cranston. She's always been able to get through to Tony."

"Thank you." Brad left the room, giving Tony and Gibbs privacy.