Gibbs walked into the office, running his hand through his hair. He was tired, he'd not had much sleep the past couple of nights - all those dreams about Tony dying at his own hand. He was slightly surprised to see Tony already in the office, working. Some part of him vaguely surprised Tony was alive. He'd watched him die four times now. "Tony" he said by way of greeting, realising his mistake as he was greeted in turn by a look of brief confusion, and a "Morning Boss". He only called him Tony when something was wrong. He sat at his desk, switched on the computer, and tried to distract himself with work. Ziva came in a few minutes later, and started teasing Tony about something. Gibbs was relieved when they got a case, a missing marine had turned up dead in a car downtown. "McGee, get the truck, DiNozzo, Ziva, grab your stuff" he barked out. He'd nearly ordered Tony to get the truck, but the memory of walking into the garage to find him dead in a gas-filled car stopped him - it may have been a dream, but it was still vividly imprinted on his mind. He would walk into the garage with Tony. Actually, he was starting to feel a definite reluctance to let the man out of his sight at all.

The case kept them busy all day - the marine had been shot in the head, Ducky had the body, Abby had everything else, and the rest of them were tracing all the information they could about the man. Everyone was working hard, but Gibbs was finding it difficult to concentrate. He kept looking over at Tony, checking he was there, alive. He could tell that Tony had noticed, and that he was uncomfortable with the attention. But he just couldn't help himself.

"Alright everyone, that's enough for today. Pack it up, I'll see you bright and early tomorrow. And I mean early, DiNozzo." Gibbs tried to inject his normal self into his words, but his heart wasn't in it. He didn't want to be gruff with Tony, was scared in case he did or said something to push him over the edge - even though he kept telling himself he was sure Tony wasn't suicidal, a small part of him didn't want to take the risk. He suddenly felt Tony's eyes on him, and looked up to meet his agent's gaze. "Boss, have I done something wrong?" his words shocking Gibbs "No, Tony, you've not done anything wrong." He didn't know what to say. Half wanted to tell him about the dreams. "Then why have you been watching me all day boss? And yesterday? I mean, I know I'm easy on the eyes, but…" he left the sentence hanging, meaning Gibbs had to say something. "I'm sorry, Tony" he said, breaking one of his own rules. "It's not anything to do with you, I promise." Tony narrowed his eyes at him, but thankfully just shrugged, and turned to go. "Ok, Boss, but you let me know if you wanna tell me what the problem is." he called back over his shoulder. Gibbs sighed, and grabbed his bag, deciding to look out Ducky - maybe his old friend would have some words of wisdom for him.