Tony DiNozzo was man who had many talents. He had the ability to think on his feet, and adapt to most situations, but being in a strange new city was weird even for him. He was glancing down at the map lost in thought.

The last thing he remembers is Ziva leaving him on the Tarmac in Isreal. He was pretty sure his heart was still there. He didn't see Sansa as she walked towards him, and gently bumped into her.

"Oh, I'm sorry," His said his eyes widening slightly, as he took the woman in. "Hey, are you okay?"