After the EMT's had left, Gibbs looked around himself. He hadn't ever been to visit Tony once. The house was a one story house, fairly large. It was nicely decorated with antiques peeking out now and then, a big plasmascreen tv, a playstation 3, and two huge shelfes filled to the brim with movies. Gibbs sighed. They had placed Two beds in the livingroom, one which Tony was currently laying in, and one for Gibbs. Tony had to have a heartmonitor, Ducky had said, because they didn't know the full extent of Tony's condition, and a nasal canula. Gibbs stared at Tony's still form, it was hypnotizing, the way Tony's chest was rising and falling, and Gibbs jerked his head up. He was faling asleep in the middle of the day.

"Let's watch a movie" Gibbs sighed and stood up. he walked voer to one of the shelves and looked at the titles "Dead or alive, nope, Alien, nope, Big Fish, nope, 51st state, nope, jeez Tony, you got ANYTHING good here? Ah, James Bond, Sean Connery, think we can watch this?" Gibbs asked, turning around, waving the movie in Tony's direction. Gibbs was almost disappointed that Tony didn't even look in his direction, "Yeah?" Gibbs asked and walked over to the DVD player, put the movie in, and turned on the tv. The movie started and Gibbs chuckled, placing his bed next to Tony's bed before laying into it. "See? I can even operate your telly and your dvd machine" Gibbs chuckled, "If you don't come back soon I'll be playing all your videogames, andwho knows, maybe I'll never leave" Gibbs chuckled. No response. He turned towards the tv and sighed, "maybe I don't WANT to leave.. ever" he whispered.

Halfway through the movie, Gibbs heard the bathroom call for him, and paused the movie after he got up. The noise was barely audible, but years of listening for any sound what so eve made Gibbs swirl around to see Tony's eyes fastened on the tvscreen. Gibbs walked over to Tony and crouched down, resting his arms on the bed while looking at Tony.

"You want me to put the movie back on?" Gibbs asked. Another impatient sound, "Okay then" Gibbs said and turned the movie back on before standing up again. He ran a hand through Tony's hair, "I'm glad you approve of my choice in movies" he said and left for the bathroom. Tony had reacted. Well, reacted was a very strong word, but Tony had shown sign of life. One that Gibbs wouldn't let slide. If that wa the way to go, he'd go that way. Gibbs did his buisiness and washed his hands before walking into the livingroom again, finding Tony staring at the tv screen, "What do you say we get some food cooking?" Gibbs asked. No response other the tv talking. Gibbs smiled sadly and walked into the kitchen. Ducky had even brought groceries. And liquid food for Tony. Gibbs grabbed the soup and put it into a kettle before pouring some water onto it, stirring it, and letting it cook while he watched Tony from the door opening.

The doorbell rang and Gibbs walked over, and looked through the peephole before opening the door.

"How is he?" Abby asked, McGee standing behind her.

"He's watching a movie right now, but other than that, he's still catathonic, come on in, I'm making soup" Gibbs said and stood aside, letting an eager Abby inside and a slightly embarrassed McGee inside as well before closing the door and locking it. Abby kicked off her shoes before running into the livingroom.

"Sorry Boss, she's.. hard to hold back" McGee said. Gibbs chuckled as McGee removed his shoes and coat and followed him into the kitchen where Gibbs went back to the stove, stirring the soup again.

"Don't sweat it McGee, I actually half expected her to come to the hospital, you did good" Gibbs said.

"Thanks" McGee replied as he sat down by the kitchen table, "So, uh, how is Tony?" McGee asked. Gibbs sighed and stopped stirring as he looked straight forward and into a cabinet, before looking down and beginning to stir the soup again.

"It's too soon to tell, I turned on a movie and he seems to react to that. Anything else, no change" Gibbs said, "but there's something else you wanna ask" he added.

"Uhm.. yeah.. is.. do you think he'll be okay again?" McGee asked, swalloving.

"I don't know McGee, we'll just have to give him time" Gibbs sighed.

"Ishe going to.. a therapist?" McGee asked. Gibbs turned halfways around and looked McGee straight in the eyes.

"We'll just have to give him time" Gibbs said and turned back around again. Therapist. One that worked with catathonic cases. Which would mean that Tony really WAS sick. Which would confirm it. Gibbs didn't know if he could handle that. Not yet anyway. Definetly not yet.

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