A/N: Hello! This is my first NCIS fic! Yay! All this medical stuff that's gonna happen I take either from research or experience, so it's pretty accurate. Although it happened to a 15 year old girl and not a 32 year old man (and this sort of thing is more common is adolecents, I think, so I'm not sure how plausible it is him getting this. I think it's still possible, though – I seem to recall reading about it somewhere). Oh, and here in Australia, Kate lives! So she's here in this story! I do have the second chapter ready to go, but I'm going to see how this goes down first – if you guys don't like it, I might take it down and not bother posting the second chapter.

Oh, and kudos and a chocolate chip cookie to anyone who guesses what he's got! Although it's a bit early to tell (unless you have it or are a doctor). And you can't guess if you know me!

Disclaimer: Yes. I, a fifteen year old girl whose mum still decides what I wear, watch and listen to and dad inforces a strict bedtime of 9 pm as well as a 1 hour time limit on the computer (and absolutely no dating), own a popular crime television show, earning me more money than both my parents put together.

The office buzzed with life, the quiet mutterings and humming of machines providing a nice distraction from work, most people opting for light conversation as they listened to the rain pounding the windows, laughing at people who had been caught out there. The room seemed a nicer, warmer place than usual. Outside, the storm raged, the blistering cold battering against the building, trying to reach its occupants, but immediately becoming void as it hit a wave of heat. Heaters were turned up, making the room humid and muggy, steaming mugs or styrofoam cups were situated on every desk, and everyone was bundled up.

Some more so than others.

"Tony, what do you think you're doing?"

'Special' Agent Anthony Dinozzo tugged at the heavy blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and curled further under his desk.

"I'm warming myself up, Kate, it's what you do when you get cold."

Kate towered over him, a mug of hot chocolate in her hand, and eyed him dubiously.

"Do you really need so many blankets? You look hot. In a completely non-sexual way."

"Yes, I do need so many blankets. And I am hot. In a completely sexual way."

"Maybe to a pitbull, and even then, I'd think you'd be judged as luke-warm."

Stalking away before he could give a reply, she sat at her desk and began to type. One of the only ones in the room who was bothering to do work today, she figured that if she could get some of her paperwork done today, it would mean a early departure tomorrow. She could go home, curl up on the couch all by herself, and watch Sleepless in Seattle for the fifty billionth time. She stopped typing and glanced at Tony, who had acquired a hot chocolate from somewhere, and was currently seeing if it would aid him in his attempt to swallow a marshmallow whole, as she realized something.

Her work colleagues were the only friends she had.

"Hey, see something you like, Katie?"

And that scared her beyond belief.

Tony was feeling a bit light-headed today. It was probably the weather – this heat and humidity in the office and the sharp, biting, blistering cold outside – it was messing with his head, he was sure of it.

Popping another marshmallow into his mouth (a white one – he avoided the pink ones at all costs), he chewed lazily, trying to think. One may not know it by looking at him, but when Anthony got bored, he liked to think. Sometimes it would be on practical things, like who most likely killed Lt.'s Jacobs and Banks, between Bank's landlord and Jacob's mum-in-law. Other times, it would be on fanciful daydreams, like what he would do with a million dollars, how he could get the most money out of a dinasour (should I bring it to a museum, or a circus?), or what he would do on his next date with his latest girlfriend. Right now, he was coming up with various excuses he could tell Gibbs the next time he was late, hopefully getting him out of coffee duty.

Practical and fanciful.

Tony immersed himself in deep thought, trying to imagine what everyone would say to his various excuses, and which one would get the best laugh.

Gradually, as he thought more and more, he began to feel as if his mind was floating away. He had no more control over his thoughts, his voice, his body… and yet he felt strangely calm. His mind was blissfully blank.

"Tony? Tony, are you listening?"

"Huh?"

His head lolled up, confusedgreen eyes peeking through his brown fringe as his mind was eased, mismached and jumbled up, back into his skull.

Kate sighed. She had been trying to get his attention for the past minute. And she hadn't exactally been subtle about it either. He could be really clueless sometimes.

"Gibbs is in autopsy – he wants us to join him A.S.A.P."

Tony shook his head violently to clear it, and stood up, nodding to Kate, feeling a bit too sluggish to make a comment. Together they headed for the elevator, blankets and hot chocolate abandoned.

"What was that you said before?"

"What?"

Kate looked at Tony as he pressed the down button – keeping his finger on it for about 10 seconds.

"You said something about apples."

Now it was Tony's turn to stare at Kate.

"Apples? When?"

"Yes, 'apples'. A minute or two ago when you were curled under your desk like a giant rat."

"I didn't say anything." He quickly mentally backtracked to his time in his makeshift den. "Why would I say anything – I was thinking about – I was thinking about…" Why couldn't he remember what he had been thinking about? Kate looked at him expectantly.

The lift arrived and two female agents got out.

"Women!"

Everyone within a five metre radius of the man stopped what they were doing in order to stare at him, as the two female agents scuttled off to report sexual harassment.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking of! Chicks!" Tony practically yelled as he and Kate (who looked like she either wanted to die or shove her gun in his mouth) entered the elevator.

"Fine, whatever makes you happy, Tony. Although I don't see what apples have to do with your sex life."

Tony quickly decided that he had to make up some story so she wouldn't think him an airhead.

"Well, you see the apple is actually a very sexual fruit. Remember Adam and Eve?"

Kate quickly decided that he was a airhead.

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