Gibbs
Jethro knew Tony just wasn't getting it. He had to practically slap the man day in and day out to get him to even understand simple things. If the tables were turned and Tony had been the one to go out into those woods, great agent or not, ex cop or not, Tony and Tim might very well have been killed. Not that Jethro was thinking he were better than him. No he was more trained in these kinds of situations. He could shut out everything else and just do what was needed, survive and keep others alive. Tony was a good, good strong man. But also he had a large heart and sometimes he knew the man couldn't easily shut his heart off and just do what was needed. If Tony saw McGee the way he had, if he had witness them shooting him Tony would have been blinded by anger and rage and gotten himself injured worse and possibly killed. Ziva, Jethro pondered over the outcome of that one. She would have gotten Tim out of the woods but her revenge side would have lead her back into an ambush and death.
There were so many things that Jethro understood about what McGee was going through and so many things he knew Tony would never quite understand. He didn't push him, didn't say anymore about it. That subject was over, that subject was changed.
Hearing the question come from Ziva's mouth, Jethro felt like either kicking their asses out by calling for the guard, slap her in the face for asking or cover his face with a pillow and smother himself.
When did the therapy start? Ha! What a larger slap to the face. No kick to the balls in this case. The answer to that, to his mind right now, was never.
"There won't be any."
He shifts a bit in the bed to attempt to get ore comfortable. He wasn't giving up, he wasn't even thinking about himself what so ever. How could he even think of something like that when he couldn't even feel his legs let alone and slight movements that may occur. His words probably would have sounded like a defeat, but there was no other answer he could have given her. "I think it's time you two left now."