Tony calmed significantly as the drugs wore off and it was only another hour before he was lucid enough to speak to Gibbs. Tony lifted his hand and placed it on his forehead.

"Jeez, you'd think they'd invent a drug that didn't give you a killer headache," he spoke, keeping his eyes closed to the brightness in the room.

"How are you feeling?" Gibbs asked.

Tony opened one eye. "Were you not listening?" he snapped. Gibbs raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, Boss, being tied up and knocked out tends to make me a little cranky"

"Understandable, what the hell happened?"

Tony sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He gripped the edges of the bed as the slight dizziness wore off. "Some wacko hit me over the head with a chair. I was only defending myself, Boss, I swear."

"I believe you."

"Good, cos no-one around here seemed to."

"I've told them the truth."

"Why?"

"Why do you think, DiNozzo!"

"Because of this?" Tony tugged on the restraints tied to the bed. "Trust me when I say being tied down to a bed and drugged up isn't my idea of fun at any age, but it's not going to impede the assignment. They untie you, send you back to your room, Gibbs, it's no big deal."

"Ok." Gibbs nodded. "How far did you get with Kevin?"

Tony snorted. "I have better chance of understanding McGee in geek-speak mode, but I made a connection. I'll talk to him again today."

"Hey, Kevin," Tony greeted as he entered Kevin's room. He'd been given a quick check up by a doctor as per regulations and then released. After a shower and change of clothes he'd searched all the rooms for Kevin and was glad that Kevin was alone. He didn't need to be interrupted again by some chair-wielding maniac. Inside the room, Kevin sat on his bed hunched over a journal, seemingly scribbling furiously with a black marker. Kevin didn't look up as Tony approached the bed and sat down on the edge. "How you doing?"

"Same, same, always the same."

"That's good."

"They took you away."

"Yes, they did, but I'm back now."

"They take me away, but I don't remember where I go."

Tony frowned. "Do you remember any other places you've been to?"

Kevin nodded.

"Where else have you been?"

"Leather sofa, it's warm there, she lets me scribble."

"Anywhere else?"

Kevin stopped drawing and his head snapped towards Tony. He threw the pen at the wall and dropped the journal onto the floor. "What do you want with me?" he shouted.

Tony put his hands up in surrender. "I was just curious, Kevin, I want to be your friend." Kevin growled. "Here, let me help." Tony stood up and went over to where the pen had fallen. He picked it up and then picked up the journal.

"That's mine!" Kevin shouted, lunging off the bed and elbowing Tony in the face. Tony dropped to the floor, letting go of the journal in the process.

"I'm sorry!" Tony apologised. He stood up and took a couple of steps back from Kevin. "How about we start again?"

"Things can't start again, they only start once and they keep on going."

"Well, how about you just forgive me and we just carry on from where we left off," Tony tried. Kevin studied him for a minute before nodding. He picked up his notebook and landed back on the bed.

"So, what do you do for fun around here?" Tony asked once Kevin was settled.

"I draw."

"Yeah? What do you draw?"

"People."

"Can I see?" Kevin clutched the book to his chest and shook his head. "Please?" After a second, Kevin pulled the notebook away from his chest and opened the page to Tony. Tony eyed the drawings, noticing one in particular. "I like that one, does it have a name?"

Kevin trailed his fingers lightly against the drawing and smiled before answering.

"Lucy."