He hit the elevator switch off. He needed time to think. He could definitely feel an off-putting feeling but he couldn't place exactly what it was.
He leaned up against the cool metal wall and rested his head, which he then noticed was blatantly throbbing against his skull.
He took out his poor pathetic excuse for a cellphone and glanced at himself in the reflection of the black lock screen.
He thought for a second that he may have seen a glimpse of a grave composure, but it was gone by the time he had a chance to do a double take.
Whatever was going on, would be gone by lunch, he was sure of it.
But now that he thought about it, maybe he wasn't sure.
And now that he really thought about it, he could sense an off feeling in the core of his gut.
Or was it his stomach?
He shook his head and flipped the elevator switch back on. He decided he would try to ignore the now crystal clear off feeling until lunch when he could get something into his stomach.
He walked back into the bullpen and sat at his desk; ignoring the obvious stares coming from his agents.
Staring at his computer screen for four hours had definitely taken a toll on the head throbbing, but it was not the first time that the annoyance of technology had put a strain on his head.
He waited until Dinozzo stood up to write down what his co-workers wanted for lunch. It was Dinozzo's turn to pay anyway.
Tony didn't even need to approach his boss to ask what be wanted because he gets the same thing everyday: burger and coffee.
Except today was different;
Just as Tony was about to walk out of the bullpen he saw Gibbs stand up and walk his way.
"I'm coming with you." His boss said.
Tony decided not to argue, however odd it seemed. He just nodded his head and walked to the elevator with Gibbs.
They arrived back at the Navy Yard parking lot after a very awkward, and long car ride.
He sure as hell wasn't going to tell Dinozzo about his off feeling, but he needed to get out of his chair and walk around.
They got out of Tony's car and began to walk back to the building when the same off feeling from his gut, or stomach, migrated to his head.
He walked a bit closer to his senior agent as his head began swim with confusion and hazed vision. His last thought that he could remember, was that he wished he would've stayed home today and that he should've realized something was off from the moment he woke up to his intrusive alarm clock. All this before he reached out to grip Tony's arm next to him and felt his sharp decline as his vision darkened.