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Tony's mind was buzzing. Gibbs was back from Mexico. Jenny had offered him a team in Spain. McGee was still a nerd. Abby and Ducky were also nerds but cool nerds. And Ziva was still scary but beautiful. Tony was sat on his bed at 3.32 am and his mind was buzzing. This was all Gibbs' fault. Tony could trace everything back to Gibbs. Gibbs got blown up. Gibbs got amnesia. Gibbs went to Mexico. Gibbs came back. Perfectly reasoned: IT WAS ALL BECAUSE OF GIBBS! Tony scratched his head furiously just for something to do. He stood up and paced around before sitting back down.

"Tony are you ok?" Kate's worried voice came from across the room. "You look a little... crazed."

"It was Gibbs." Tony was speaking fast. "If Gibbs hadn't gone away I wouldn't have had to take charge and then I wouldn't have started hitting McGee on the back of the head or calling campfires or... Can you smell pancakes?" His eyes were wide open.

Kate moved towards him nervously. "Tony did you take something?"

"Like drugs? No! What do you think I am? I have standards."

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Tony looked at the phone by his bed. "Maybe I can get Ziva to bring me some pancakes. Pancakes, syrup and coffee." He phoned Ziva and told her about the pancakes. He turned his phone off.

"You drink coffee? Since when?" Kate was starting to understand. "How much coffee have you had today?"

"As many as Gibbs. Then I drank Abby's Caf-Pow when she wasn't looking so that when she got it it would be empty. Funny huh?!" Tony suddenly looked sad, "It's the sugar. It's my weakness."

"You realise Gibbs drinks about 23 cups of coffee a day."

"14."

"What?" Kate snapped.

"14 not 23. He drank 14 today. I also drank fourteen." He said proudly.

"How many sugars?"

"Three. Per cup."

"No wonder you're buzzing." She watched as Tony started jumping on his bed.

"Up and down, up and down. Down..." His said weakly, "Down..." He sounded tired. "Down... Oh no. Crash." He fell to the bed. He awoke with a slightly bemused Ziva standing over him. "Hey Ziva."

"I have your pancakes but no coffee." Ziva sat next to him. She wiped some fluff from his forehead. "I told you to cut back on the coffee." She said opening the pancakes and drenching them in syrup. "You want some?"

He flung an arm around her. "No. I just want to sleep."