Gibbs woke with a start, his heart racing. Just a dream, god it had just been a dream. It felt so real though. He glanced at the clock, 4am. Might as well get up and head to work - no way he was getting back to sleep now.
Sitting at his desk, he looked up every time the elevator doors pinged open. The relief he felt when Tony walked in was hard not to show, but he kept his face blank, even as he watched Tony walk across, sling his backpack down, and flop into his seat. He was alive. He looked ok. Gibbs replied to Tony's "Morning Boss" with his usual terse "DiNozzo", and went back to his work, taking surreptitious glances at his agent throughout the day, checking he was ok, happy, not about to throw himself off a balcony. He seemed fine, the usual mix of working hard, while looking like he wasn't, and teasing McGee and Ziva. Though he glanced up at Gibbs repeatedly throughout the day - had probably noticed Gibbs watching him. He always was observant. But when it was time to go he left with a cheery "Goodnight Boss", and Gibbs finally let himself relax.