After three days in the hospital, heavily drugged, Tony was able to go home. Gibbs had gotten a feeding tube with him just in case Tony wouldn't eat. He was told that Tony could have broth until he started to gain weight, and then go over to more solid food. He also had an oxygen bottle with him, just in case Tony got stressed enough to affect his breathing. And he got a lot of sympathetic looks as he wheeled the heavily drugged Tony out of the hospital and lifted him into the car.

"There you go" Gibbs said with a quick smile and buckled Tony up. He carefully closed the door so it wouldn't hit Tony in the head and then folded the wheelchair up and put it in the back of the car. Ducky sat into the backseat, right behind Tony, and Gibbs sat into the driver's seat. He started the car and drove surprisingly gentle. Tony's head lolled forwards and he drooled on his shirt. "Christ" Gibbs said. Ducky placed his hands gently on each side of Tony's head and tilted Tony's head back again. "I can't believe they want us to drug him like this every day, I'm not doing it" Gibbs said.

"I agree" Ducky said, "We'll only give him small doses, to keep him calm when he needs it, no need for him to be as drugged as this" Ducky said firmly. Gibbs could hear Ducky's anger when he spoke again, "Those incompetent bastards" Ducky muttered angrily. Gibbs chuckled, but then Tony's head tilted forwards again and he drooled on his shirt once again. Ducky cursed the hospital staff and tilted Tony's head back, before keeping his hands on both sides of Tony's head.

"It'll just be a little while longer Duck" Gibbs said. Tony's eyes were at half mast, and he kept drooling as they pulled up to Gibbs's house. Gibbs exited the car and opened Tony's door. He unbuckled Tony's seatbealt and gathered Tony into his arms. Tony's eyes were still at half mast, and Gibbs swore under his breath at how easily Tony's head lolled back. "Could you open the door Duck?" Gibbs asked as Ducky closed the car doors.

"Of course" Ducky said with a smile. He walked up to the entrance and opened the door. Gibbs carried the half unconcious Tony into the house and lay him on the sofa. Tony's mouth was half open, and he still drooled, almost unable to swallow. Gibbs placed him on his side and went to find a towel, which he wiped Tony's chin with and placed under Tony's head. "This is awful" Ducky said, "He's too drugged up to notice us" Ducky said, "They kept 'topping him off' just in case, I'm just happy he's here with you" Ducky said, "You know how to use the syrringes, right?" Ducky asked. Gibbs nodded. "Good, you might have to use the feeding tube as well" Ducky said. Gibbs nodded again. "And the oxygen" Ducky finished.

"I know, Duck, I know" Gibbs said finally. Tony was moving a useless hand to his face, but only managed to hit himself in the nose. He whimpered in frustration and Gibbs crouched down by his side. "When he wakes up from all this, I'm shaving his beard and cutting his hair" Gibbs said, "Maybe he'll remember something when he sees himself" Gibbs said.

"Maybe" Ducky replied. "Listen, I'll be staying here until he's out of this..state" Ducky said, "Just to see how things are going, allright?" Ducky asked.

"It's fine by me" Gibbs said with a hint of a smile playing on his lips, "Welcome home Tony" he said and kissed Tony's forehead.

Seven hours later, Tony suddenly started looking around and tried to sit up. Gibbs helped him sit up and smiled at him.

"How're you feeling Tony?" Gibbs asked. Tony looked at him through glazed, still too drugged, eyes. "I guess you're still sleepy huh?" Gibbs asked and ruffled Tony's hair. Tony jerked to the side and pressed himself against the edge of the sofa. Gibbs held his hands up. "Easy, I'm not here to hurt you, I'm here to help" Gibbs said. Tony looked around, taking in his surroundings for the first time since they had gotten back from the hospital. "You're at my place, I'm Leeroy Jethro Gibbs, your Boss" Gibbs said. Tony looked at him, curiosity in his eyes as he sat forwards and touched Gibbs's face, running a finger down the tip of Gibbs's nose, around his lips, over his eyes, and then pulled back, pulled his knees up to his chest, grabbed his hair, and started rocking back and forth, mumbling incoherently.

"How is he?" Ducky asked. Gibbs looked at Ducky and then back at Tony. "Ah" Ducky said and shot a sympathetic look at Tony. He crouched down in front of Tony and looked at him. "Hello Anthony. I'm Donald Mallard, you can call me Ducky, all my friends does" Ducky said. Tony looked up and did the same thing he had done to Gibbs before going back to rocking with his knees drawn up to his chest, right arm aorund his knees, left arm in his hair, mumbling incoherently. "Anthony, can you let me take a look at you?" Ducky asked. Tony looked up at him and then sat his feet on the floor like if he was ordered to do it. He sat, frozen, as Ducky checked him over. "There you go lad" Ducky said and patted Tony's back. Tony flinched and jumped off the sofa, scrambling back until his back hit the wall. He made a low, gutteral growl and stared at the two men.

"Take it easy Tony, everything's okay, we won't touch you" Gibbs said and held his hands up, palms facing Tony, "I haven't lied to you yet, have I? You can trust us, promise" Gibbs continued. Tony looked at them and proceeded to knock his head against the wall, hard. Gibbs shot up and grabbed Tony by the arm, dragging him away from the wall. Tony screamed in terror, trying to yank himself out of the strong grip, but Gibbs held him firm as Tony tried to hit him over and over again. But he was too weak to do any sort of damage. Gibbs embraced Tony, rocking them both from side to side. "Ssssh, ssssh, 's okay, 's okay" Gibbs said and stroked the back of Tony's head. Tony tried to free himself of the strong grip, but failed over and over again, until his strength gave out and he stopped struggling, panting weakly into Gibbs's shoulder. Gibbs kissed the side of Tony's head and sat him down on the sofa. Tony immediatly pulled his legs up to his chest and started rocking and mumbling again.

"Good job Jethro" Ducky said and inspected the back of Tony's head, "He didn't cause any damage, but I'd prefer it if that sort of thing didn't happen again, he has a thick head, but that blow was hard enough to break skin" Ducky said, "But fortunatly, not in this case" Ducky finished.

"We got a lot of work ahead of us" Gibbs sighed. "A LOT of work"

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