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Author's Note: Okay, I will continue this fic. Hopefully it's as good as the first page. The chapter and this chapter are definitely AU.
Tony sat at his desk when Gibbs spoke to him.
"What did she mean about mechanical legs, DiNozzo?"
"A long time ago, I was paralyzed and had to use mechanical legs to get around."
"When was that?"
"A lifetime ago."
"So how do you know Max?" Asked Ziva
"We know each other from Seattle. I used to live there."
"What did she mean by a virus?"
"She was given a virus that attached to my DNA and it almost killed me. We couldn't touch, or I would die."
"So it's gone and why would someone do this?"
"Someone wanted me dead and she said it was gone and I am still here, so yes it is gone."
"Who wanted you dead?"
"Someone who didn't like me."
"I don't know. It's not like you could ask the virus and say why do you want me dead?"
"That is true." Replied Ziva.
The conversation was cut short when Gibbs's phone rang and it was time to gear up.
Finally it was time for them to shut the computers down and leave to go home. He couldn't wait to see Max again. He would have to fix them something good, but didn't know what. Maybe he would just order pizza. Depends on what Max wanted and what was in his refrigerator. Maybe he should buy a chicken and roast it. He remembered the time that he had tried that and the oven didn't bake it. He could try again. Maybe he should call Max and see what she wanted. She had slipped her phone number into his pocket and so he called. He went grocery shopping and picked up the chicken and other things.