Tony was staring thoughtfully at McGee over his third cup of coffee. Something wasn't right but he wasn't quite sure how to put it into words.

"What is it DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked.

"It's just… well….Probie doesn't snore like that."

He braced himself for a Gibbs comment or even a laugh from Ziva but saw they were both staring at him intently. He took a deep breath, trying to put his unease into words.

"McGee, well, he sort of snores like a kid. This is like real man snoring. I've never heard him like this and he's not…."

"Grinding his teeth", Ziva concluded, nodding in agreement.

Tony looked up at Gibbs, "It's just different, that's all".

Gibbs regarded Tony thoughtfully. If there was one thing about Tony he respected, and there probably was only one, it was his powers of observation.

"For a start, he's exhausted", Gibbs had an almost consoling tone, "He was snoring like that last night. God knows you all were; there was quiet a racket in here. Should have gone for the industry rated plugs", he muttered to himself. He paused for a moment to sip at his coffee, "but I know what you mean. It's not natural."

Tony chewed on his bottom lip for a moment.

"Lets wake him up, its time for lunch anyway", said Gibbs suddenly, placing his coffee cup gently on the coffee table.

McGee woke with a start and looked around blearily.

"Lunch", Gibbs said down to him, "You still gotta eat".

"Oh, right"

Carefully Tony and Gibbs helped McGee roll into a sitting position where he rocked slightly.

"When do we get into port?" asked McGee holding onto the bed.

"It's the concussion, it'll pass", Gibbs assured him.

Gibbs and Tony hauled McGee up, guided him towards a lounge chair and dumped him in.

McGee looked around. Everyone in the room including him seemed to be without pants. These people were very, very strange. Then he spied the pants lying in front of the fire and things began to make a bit more sense.

"How do you feel?" asked Gibbs.

"Ahh, OK I guess. A bit dizzy and nothing is in focus but the nausea has gone."

Tony handed him a packet of hiker rations.

"I take that last bit back", said McGee looking at the food in disgust.

"Good for you," Gibbs assured him, "Full of protein."

"Plus it makes your coat shiny", Tony added playfully.

McGee responded with a snort then shrugged, "OK" and he tucked in with the fork Tony had provided.

After lunch Gibbs handed McGee the digital camera. "McGee, can you get the film do-hickey out and load it onto the lap top?"

McGee regarded the camera intently for a moment then took it and spun it around. Then he paused squinting at it. Finally he gave up and handed it back.

"I'm sorry", he apologised, "I can't focus enough to see what I'm doing." He felt guilty; he could see disappointment in the older man's eyes.

"Maybe later", said Gibbs taking the camera back.

"Meanwhile, McGeek", Tony announced, "I brought cards. Poker, I think. Oh, and I brought some betting tokens!"

"What happened to only bringing the basics, DiNozzo", Gibbs growled.

"Like descent coffee, boss?" Tony teased.

Gibbs regarded him sternly for a moment. "That was essential. Deal, DiNozzo".

"Do we get any rules?" asked McGee.

Tony paused and shot Gibbs a worried look, "Sure Probie" and he gave him a run down of the basics. "You'll pick it up as we go along…" he concluded.

As it turned out it didn't matter too much. By the third round McGee had fallen asleep again sitting up in the old lounge chair letting his hand lie in his lap. Tony did him the service of playing out his hand for him. Strangely, McGee seemed to be losing all his tokens to Tony.

When they woke McGee for dinner, he seemed much more irritable than before. He refused dinner and announced his was heading for bed.

"But you spend the whole day…" Tony protested but Gibbs cut him off.

Gibbs got up to help McGee to the bed but he made it under his own steam and in a straight line. That was a load off Gibbs' mind. At least he would be able to walk tomorrow, even if the attitude problem persisted. Gibbs followed McGee to the bed. He needed to check something. He looked down at McGee as he lay.

"What?" McGee snapped.

"What's your name?" asked Gibbs in a quiet calculating voice.

"McGee"

"You're first name." said Gibbs calmly.

McGee winced as a movement of his eyebrows caused the pain in his head to throb. "Probie" he answered. "Now can I get some sleep?"

Gibbs stared at him for a moment. "Sure. See you in the morning, Probie"