Tony opened his eyes, and instantly wished he hadn't.
Light shot into his eyes and his back ached, like he'd hit the ground at a greater rate of knots than nature had intended.
Hang on a minute! Hadn't he just fallen through a roof?
Where the hell was he now?
He reached out and found himself on a hard wooden floor.
Looking around him, he saw hard wooden benches and candlelight.
Tony gently sat up, hearing his spine crack as he did.
He dusted down his clothes, grateful that he hadn't chosen today to wear his Hugo Boss suit and handmade shoes.
In fact, he seemed to have chosen to wear washed out green fatigues with "USMC" stencilled on the left hand shirt pocket.
This was wrong.
This was wrong in too many ways to count right now, but Tony vowed to count them out as soon as he found out what the hell was happening.
As he pulled himself off the floor using the back of one of the benches, Tony saw the room in its entirety, and instantly knew where he was.
A church. Because, you know. MTAC didn't have an altar installed there. Unless the base Chaplain really had got total control of the redecoration budget and no one has thought to mention this to Tony.
Tony stood up and, as he did, he saw a figure kneeling in front of the altar.
"Er hello?" he ventured, making his way up the aisle.
The figure was mumbling something, giving Tony time to note the black robe and headcovering, the trim off-white shoes and the tone of the voice.
"Er, ma'am?"
The figure stopped mumbling, stood up, paused and turned.
Tony stumbled when the lightly tanned face looked up at him from the altar.
"Kate?! You're a NUN?!!"
Kate looked back, the smile now looking slightly bemused.
"Why, surely Mr Allison, you know I'm a nun. And my name is Sister Angela, not Kate. Is that the name of your sweetheart back home?"
"Kate! It's me! Tony! What are you doing in that habit? And why are you talking in an Irish accent?"
"Ah, now Mr Allison, calm down. You've had such an upsetting experience over the last few days, come with me and I'll find you something to eat at the bungalow." She laid a gentle hand on his arm and led him out of the church.
"Kate, what's happening? Where's Gibbs? Where are my clothes? My weapon? My phone? Oh my God!" Tony stumbled to a halt again as he saw where the church was.
Mature palm trees swayed in a tropical breeze, and he saw a multicoloured parrot flutter past in the perfect blue sky. In the distance he could see the ocean lapping at a clean and empty beach.
'Sister Angela' led him to a low one-storey building and sat him on the veranda.
"You just sit quietly, and I'll find you some food." She reached up and felt his forehead. "Oh dear, I think you're running a slight temperature."
"Slight temperature?!" Tony fell back into a sagging chair, "I'm running a temperature?! What's going on here?"
'Sister Angela' crouched by him and patted his hand in an encouraging way. "Poor Mr Allison. Don't you remember? You were on a submarine, and were getting into boats when you were ambushed by the Japanese. You are the only survivor of your troop. You floated in your inflatable boat till you landed here, and you found me. In the church. Don't you remember telling me any of this?"
"No, Kate, I do not! We were tracking a perp, you shot him and I fell through a roof!" Tony tried to stand and found he couldn't.
"I most certainly did not! Me? Shoot someone? Why, I've never touched a gun in my life!! Heavens above, Mr Allison, you really are confused aren't you? I think you need to rest, yes, rest is the answer. And a glass of water."
'Sister Angela' stood up and disappeared into the bungalow. She returned with a glass of water, a pillow and a blanket.
Tony downed the glass of water in one, grimacing at the taste of unfiltered water. "What? You don't have any Evian?"
"No, Mr Allison, just water. Is that some sort of army drink?"
"You know as well as I do, the Marine Corps falls under the direction of the Navy!" Tony clutched his head, which was pounding now.
"You've gone awfully pale."
"Yeah, I have a monster headache. Can I, er, can I lie down for a bit?" Tony asked her.
"Surely, Mr Allison, haven't I just bought you things so you can bed down for the night?" 'Sister Angela' laid the blanket down on the veranda floor and the pillow at one end. Tony crawled onto the scratchy blanket and laid his thumping head on the pillow.
"Thanks, Kate." He closed his eyes and listened as the sounds of birdcalls and the surf lulled him into sleep.
"Rest, Mr Allison, rest." 'Sister Angela' told him, "You'll feel better after a good night's sleep."
"Okay." Tony turned over onto his side, fighting sleep, knowing he had to find out what was happening, but unable to resist the call of unconsciousness. He managed to open his eyes just a fraction to look at 'Sister Angela' once more.
"You look good in that habit though, 'Sister Angela'." he told her before he fell into the welcoming arms of Morpheus.