He awoke to the peace and quiet of the birds outside.
He slowly sat up and smiled to see that his alarm clock would be going off for another hour. Which meant his internal clock was back to normal.
Everything was back to normal. That off feeling was gone.
He went downstairs to begin his morning routine.
Coffee. Clothes. Breakfast. Coffee.
He sat down with his coffee and bowl of cereal and read the morning paper.
He was amazed at how stupid the newspapers have gotten. Who cares about a cat playing the piano? He wanted to see the real news like a service man or woman getting awarded for outstanding excellence. But no one cares about that stuff anymore. It's all about cats now.
He stopped to stare at his cereal. It must be old because he could taste a bitterness to it.
Oh well, he thought to himself. He's eaten worse during his times in the corps.
When he finished his cereal he put the paper down, walked to the fridge, and downed an entire bottle of water. Doctor's Orders. After he was well hydrated he grabbed another cup of coffee and walked out the door to his car.
This mornings car ride to work was much better and more relaxing than yesterday.
He had no worries or off feelings and he was completely content with himself.
...
It was a calm day at NCIS. Of course Tony kept an eye on his Boss as they sat around the bullpen.
Around lunch time McGee got up at went out to get lunch for everyone. He brought back burgers, coffee, and of course, water for his boss.
When he got off the elevator he wlked up to each coworkers desk to deliver their food.
When he reached his boss what he saw concerned him a bit.
Pale skin, baggy eyes, asleep with his head back and his hands on his keyboard.
McGee looked over at Tony who just shrugged
Tony knew that the off feeling had obviously returned, but he just wished he could help his boss feel better.
He had seen Gibbs drinking water all day so he was no longer dehydrated.
This is what he feared, he had a feeling that this was more than just dehydration but the hospital found nothing else wrong. So why the hell was he worrying so much? He knows that Gibbs can handle himse-
Just then Gibbs shot up in his chair and screamed falling to the floor. He began struggling for air and became frantic to reach for something to support him up. Tony was immediately by his side watching his mentor and friend once again in a completely vulnerable state.
He hoped that someone had already called an ambulance because there was no way he was going to leave his Boss' side.
He kept telling Gibbs everything would be okay. He looked into his vulnerable big blue eyes when he saw the light in them disappear right before him.
Tony thought, 'Dehydration my ass'