A/N: Alright. I get it. I'm a bad, bad up-dater. But, hey, I posted 'Office Entertainment' for you! To be honest, that story is one of my favourites that I've written. If you haven't read it, please read and review it!

The different pairing requests confused me, so I'm not going to make any pairs. Sorry! Unless the story just happens to grow in one direction. Then maybe.

The leprechaun thing is inspired by a recent event, when I was at the beach on a really windy day, and the sand was pelting me, so I said to my friends "It's like I'm being shot at by thousands of tiny little faeries!" Yeah… they don't take me seriously anymore…

Alright, another shout out to possiblycrazee, who reminded me that this story existed, and gave me tonnes of ideas. She's like… my new muse. My old one took one look at my exams and headed for Taihiti.

Oh, and I love you all! distributes candy, cookies and cute, cuddly things

Kate stood in the lab, staring at the large screen in front of her. She bit her lip as her eyes anxiously scanned the data presented to her. Various images and blocks of text appeared on screen, all about the same thing.

She shook her head and grasped the silver crucifix that hung around her neck. She had looked everywhere for information on this strange new ailment, and had come up with one terrifying conclusion.

Demon possession.

This condition didn't seem to have any trigger – no-one knew what caused it. People just happened to have it. Some children got it when they were younger, but it left them when they got older and stronger.

'Spiritually stronger.'

Some people she read about already thought that seizures were the result of demon possession. She was inclined to agree. What else would cause a healthy young man to fall into convulsions for no known reason?

But now what should she do? She was his friend and co-worker… she was supposed to support him.

Was his friend.

'He's different now', she reminded herself. 'He's not safe to be around. Who knows what he could do when he's having one of his fits? He could flip out and kill us all!'

He is possessed. He's not safe. He has no control. He is no longer Tony. We don't know him any more.

Her fingers tightened around the crucifix. She was afraid. But she would survive. She just had to stay away from him.

It was for her own safety.

"I find it rather fascinating myself – epilepsy is a condition surrounded by many misconceptions. Many people believe that it causes the patient to see visions of the future, or have supernatural powers. Joan of Arc is said to have been an epileptic, which would explain the light and voices she experienced, as well as Alexander the Great – "

"It's so cool! I'm so jealous – why can't I have a cool condition like that?"

Ducky smiled to himself as he finished up his autopsy and washed his hands of blood. Abby often failed to see the serious side of things – focusing more on the weird, wacky and wonderful interpretations of various situations.

"I doubt Anthony will see it that way. He's more likely to be cursing every which way with the fogginess, nausea and mood swings the medication will cause. Not to mention the blinding migraines. I would not want to be in his position."

Abby pouted at him from her position perched on an unoccupied autopsy table as she swung her legs back and forth.

"Aww, come on Ducky. It's pretty cool! You know, maybe he can actually see the future and be like those psychics that solve crime! Think of all the time off we would get! Maybe he'll get a TV series! Yeah, it'll be like… 'Dinozzo Knows' or some other cheesy title like that! He'll become famous and drag us up with him, because if he doesn't I'll hit him."

"Your ability to integrate spiritual beliefs into everyday life while working in science never ceases to amaze me."

Abby grinned and slurped her Caff-Pow. "It's a gift."

Tony had been doing a lot of sleeping. But there's only so much you can do before you get really, really bored.

He was way beyond that point.

His deep sleeps had turned into light naps, and he was finally able understand as well as construct a sentence. He even carried on a short conversation with McGee the other day – it went for 7 minutes until the tiny little leprechauns with pick-axes came back to hunt for gold in his brain.

All in all, he was improving just to the point that he didn't feel sick while resting, but the moment he got up to do something his brain decided to try squeezing into a suit 10 times too small for it.

The doctors wanted to keep him at the hospital for a few more days, until he got better and they had the opportunity to run a few more tests. The MRI had shown that he did not have a tumour, however, and he had been told that the doctors were quite sure it was epilepsy. In fact, they had prescribed him a couple of square shaped white pills called Lamactil. They were alright – he just had to swallow them quickly, otherwise they would disintegrate in his mouth, and tasted of disgusting, powdery chemicals. It took ages to get that taste out of his mouth.

As a result, he had been lying in bed for the past couple of days, wondering if that cute nurse was ever going to call. Then again, he had been a bit brain-dead when he gave her his number, so maybe he had forgotten to turn up the Dinozzo Charm. He hoped she would give him the benefit of the doubt – that was one cute Asian.

He had to admit, he was feeling a bit neglected. McGee came around once a day and Abby and Ducky had come and gone two or three times, but no word from Kate or the Boss. Not even a phone call.

When he asked McGee about them, his eyes would immediately go to the floor and he would say they were busy, or about to call, or planning on coming over soon. It was the same with Abby.

When he asked Ducky, he just looked at him kindly and said "They have a couple of things to sort out. They could use your help, so you'd better get better quickly."

"What type of things?" Tony had asked.

"You'll find out when you get back on your feet."

Tony hated guessing games.

Gibbs stared angrily at the papers presented to him.

"Idiot…"

A/N: Please review. I know the chapters aren't that long, but I'm trying! I've got a Peer Support Application to fill out (although I'm probably not gonna get picked – they always pick the 'blatantly-obvious-leader-types', not the 'quiet-types'), so you're lucky I got this up. I'm working on this when I can. And all these reactions are serious – I have received these reactions from various people. I used to go to a Christian school, and I got quite a few people keeping away from me when I told them about my condition.