Tony slowly opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings and wondering what the hell had happened to him, he felt like he'd been hit by a bus. Probably got shot he thought, feels like I got shot. Scanning the room he found that he was definitely in a hospital, the smell confirmed that, and he wasn't alone, there in a chair by his bed was Gibbs, and by the looks of him he was fast asleep. Now that's weird, Tony thought, it must be serious if Gibbs is here. Not that Gibbs was a complete bastard when someone was hurt, but he'd never stay with you unless it was life threatening. Oh my god, I'm not dying am I? Now I've gone mad, I'm talking to myself, although at least I'm not talking out loud.

Flash distorted images racing across his vision.

Ok what the hell was that?

Flash a syringe being plunged into his skin

"Maybe I am crazy," Tony said, out loud this time.

"Dinozzo, you awake?" Gibbs asked, opening his eyes and looking cautiously at his senior field agent.

"Am I crazy?" Tony replied, needing the clarification.

Gibbs laughed quietly and smiled. "No Dinozzo, you're not crazy."

"Are you sure, because I feel pretty crazy."

"That's probably just a residual effect from the drugs."

"Drugs? What drugs?"

"What's the last thing you remember?" Gibbs asked, not sure how to go about telling his agent all that had been happening.

"I…I…I don't know! It's a little fuzzy, there's a lot going on in my head."

Gibbs nodded, pushing the call button so that a nurse could page the doctor; he wanted his agent checked out. If Dinozzo was fit enough to leave then Gibbs was taking him home. No way was he leaving him here to be attacked again.

"So what's happened?"

"I think we should wait until the doc gives you the all clear before I tell you, it's a pretty long story."

"You're scaring me a bit Gibbs, at least tell me how I'm injured. Was I shot?"

"No Tony, you weren't shot, just…." Luckily the nurse came in and cut him off, giving him a bit more time to figure out what he was going to say.

"Is everything alright?" the nurse asked, smiling at both Gibbs and her patient.

"Everything's fine, can you page Dr Matthews, tell her agent Dinozzo's awake."

"Of course, I'll let her know straight away."

"Thank you."

Tony stared at his boss, astounded by the way he was acting, Gibbs was being nice, really nice. Oh god he really must be dying.

"Please just tell me," Tony begged, staring hard at his boss.

"For the last time Dinozzo, no!"

"He seems fine, so I don't see the harm in him leaving the hospital, if that's what you think would be safest for him," Dr Matthews said, writing a few notations on Tony's chart.

"I do, this guy has already got to him once in here, I don't want to give him another chance."

The doctor nodded, putting the chart down and placing the pen in her pocket. "I'll get the paperwork sorted and he should be able to leave after the last bag of saline has run through."

"So I'm getting out of here?" Tony asked, looking between his boss and his doctor, for some reason knowing already that the answer was yes.

"Yeah Dinozzo you are, but that doesn't mean you'll be coming back to work, the doc says complete bed rest for a couple more days," Gibbs replied, knowing that his agent wasn't going to like that.

"Is that necessary, I feel fine."

"Yes," the doctor and Gibbs both said, shutting Tony up.

"Ok ok, you can't blame a guy for trying!"

Tony was a little confused, he realised that he wasn't dying, and they were releasing him so it couldn't be that serious. So what the hell's going on? As soon as we're out of here Gibbs, we're having a conversation, one that doesn't happen inside my head. Oh god I'm screwed!

The saline ran through quickly and an hour later Tony was dressed and ready to go, all he had to do now was sign a few papers and he was on his way.

"Ducky's on his way," Gibbs said, walking through the door with the doctor in tow.

Tony nodded, wondering why Ducky was coming, and smiled up at the doctor who was laying down the papers on the table beside his bed.

"Sign this, and this and then you are free to go."

He did as he was told and five minutes later Ducky arrived with a wheelchair and the three men left the hospital, promising the doctor that if there were any problems they'd bring him straight back.

An hour later and Tony was happily sitting on Gibbs couch, surprisingly exhausted even though he hadn't really done much. After leaving the hospital they'd driven to Tony's apartment to collect some of his things, they'd then picked up his prescriptions and some food and made there way to Gibbs's house. Gibbs was currently on the phone to McGee wanting an update on the current case, not that Tony knew what that was, and Ducky was in the kitchen making Tony a sandwich for the hunger pains he was suddenly having.

Flash a snapping face trying to attack him

Oh god not again.

Flash a man hitting him again and again

Tony was sick of these flashes he was having, sick of not knowing what was wrong with him, and sick of feeling so god damn awful.

"Hey Dinozzo how you doing?" Gibbs asked, walking into the room and approaching the couch.

"Not so great, I want to know what's been going on, it's driving me insane."

Gibbs nodded, and sat down on a chair not very far from his agent. He knew that there was no easy way to tell Tony the story so he was just going to come out with it.

"At 0200 on Sunday you turned up at my door, a bloody mess with no recollection of what had happened to you. I called Ducky and we then took you to the hospital where you've been since."

Tony just stared at his boss, not sure what he should say, Gibbs took the silence as an ok to carry on, so he did.

"We got you to the hospital and they ran some tests, and it was found that you had LSD in your blood. I spoke to you after you regained consciousness, and you remember a few things about what happened to you, you told me you got home Friday night but never made it into your apartment. A little while later I went to the lab and Abby told me what she'd found. She found DNA that belonged to George Carrington, do you remember him?"

Tony shook his head; unable to make his mouth form any words.

"He and his brother tortured and murdered two marines, and when we went to arrest them there was a shooting, I killed the guys brother and he swore revenge. We couldn't find anything on Carrington, no relatives, no address or car, we hit a dead end, and although we had nothing we still kept looking, and I received an email from Carrington who was trying to rub salt in the wounds. The director told us we had to put your case on the backburner as there was no new evidence and unfortunately I had to go along, but that only last a few hours because when I went to see you at the hospital you'd had a visitor. The guard to your room was called away and someone came in and gave you another dose of LCD, you were lashing out quite bad and it went on for quite some time."

Now Tony really didn't know what to say, he was on LCD and Gibbs had seen him tripping out, oh god he felt worse than he did not knowing. At least that explained the flashes; at least I'm not going crazy.

"Are you ok Tony, any of this ringing any bells?"

"I'm ok, it's just, a lot to take in."

"So you have no memory of what I'm talking about?"

"Not really, like I said my head's fuzzy, something's sound familiar but I don't have all the images in my head."

"Maybe this will help," Ducky said, bringing Tony's sandwich in from the kitchen. "A bit of food and some rest and I should think things will start coming back."

"I hope so Ducky, I really do."

Author's note: So my muse decided to come back for the day, I hope it stays so I can finish this fic. Just so you know Tony isn't crazy, his brains just really busy! Let me know what you think.