Tony knocked on McGee's door at promptly 8 am. No response. He flicked out his credit card and undid the lock. The place seemed quiet enough except for the sound of an alarm clock but he pulled out his weapon, just in case. Carefully, he rounded the bedroom door and found McGee face down, sound asleep next to the blaring alarm.
Holstering his weapon, he walked over and turned off the alarm. Now all he could hear were McGee's snores. He shook McGee roughly.
"What", McGee muttered into his pillow.
"Its 8 am", he bent down to McGee's eye level. "Sharp", he spat.
"Oh, sorry", McGee hauled himself out of bed.
"Come on, get ready", said Tony, "I'll shout you a breakfast burrito."
"A what?"
"Don't worry, you love them", Tony assured him. McGee frowned at him. He really wasn't sure how much of what this guy said could be believed.
"What's with the typewriter?" he asked Tony as they left.
"You're writing a novel about an investigator called L. J. Tibbs."
"Wow doesn't that sound just like..?"
"Yep", Tony confirmed.
McGee followed at Tony's heels around the building like a well trained puppy. When they arrived at autopsy, however, Tony stood aside and with a grand gesture, motioned for McGee to precede him. McGee took two steps in the door and then back-peddled into Tony at the sight that greeted him.
Tony smirked to himself. That was fun. "What's up Probie?" he asked innocently.
"W..W…What is he doing?" McGee stammered.
"An autopsy, McGee, hence the name 'Austopsy'", Tony pointed to the sign above the door.
McGee was still standing halfway in the door, with a horrified look on his face.
"You'll get used to it", Tony assured him and he pushed his way past McGee, dragged him in after.
"McGee, this is Ducky", Tony introduced as Ducky looked up from his work.
"Ah, hi", said McGee uncertainly.
"Oh don't mind me", Ducky grumbled, "I'm always the first person you amnesiacs forget."
Ducky picked up a folder lying on the table. "Hmm", he said to himself scanning the contents. Then the looked up at McGee. "Well, you'd better come and sit up here and we'll see what we've got."
McGee hoisted himself on the table giving Tony a sideways glance. Tony gave him an encouraging nod. Ducky shone a light in each of his eyes.
"Well, it's a bit late to be worried about it now, of course, but you don't seem to have suffered any major side effects."
"What?" who was this quack.
Ducky gave a half-laugh, "Oh, I know it seems major that you can't remember anything but the swellings going down, you can still walk, your pupils are the same size, any headaches, tiredness?"
"A little", McGee conceded. "I have like this permanent annoying headache".
"That's called Tony", Ducky confided to him in a low voice, "We all get that."
"Yes, well, that should go in time", Ducky assured him in full voice. "You might find your sleep patterns change a bit so watch out for it."
"Like how?"
"Oh, you know, like getting tired in the afternoon, not sleeping at night, begin tired even after you've slept. It's just your body re-adjusting. It'll settle down."
"Oh, good", said McGee in a concerned voice.
Ducky looked up at him. "You'll be fine. Good as new in no time, but for now", he consulted the folder in front of him, "You're allergic to cats, shellfish and poison ivy.."
Tony gave an involuntary shudder and McGee shot him a questioning look. "Wasn't pretty", Tony explained.
"You suffer from sea sickness", Ducky continued, "and you have a history of exertional asthma." He shut the folder with a hearty thump.
"Wish you'd told us that before we hiked all over that national park", Tony grumbled at Ducky.
"If I had to recount EVERYBODY'S medical history to their co-workers", Ducky glared at Tony, "some people would get quite a shock."
Tony swallowed hard: Point taken.
Ducky returned his attention to McGee. "For now, just go up and get re-acquainted with your world. It will all come back to you soon enough."
McGee looked unconvinced but he thanked Ducky anyway and shoved himself off the gurney.
As the elevator doors opened Tony motioned for McGee to step out. He did so and looked over the sea of desk.
"Pick which is yours", Tony invited.
McGee scanned the room until his eyes came to rest on the ipod. "That one", he said making a beeline for it.
"Yep", said Tony following him, "It's all in there somewhere."
McGee grabbed the ipod and started scanning the contents. "Whoa, who's this", he asked Tony showing him a girl's photo.
"We might never find out now", said Tony regretfully.
"Maybe I have her number", McGee suggested hopefully switching to the address book. Then he sighed in dismay, there were literally hundreds of addresses and phone numbers. He put down the ipod. It would all come back to him, he was sure.
"How did you remember how to find the addresses?" Tony asked.
McGee shot him a pitiful look, "It's rather intuitive, it's clearly made so even the most simple-minded moron can figure it out".
Tony shot Gibbs an amused look. Gibbs returned a 'get on with it or your fired' look.
"Let's go visit Abby", Tony suggested quickly.