MacGyver's Voiceover: I've never had problems falling asleep. You know the old saying, "A clear conscience makes a soft pillow?" Aside from the fact that Gibbs must have bought his bedroom furnishings in a quarry, my figurative pillow wasn't as soft as I was used to. I was beyond exhausted, so my body giving in to the demands for sleep was one thing, but I was having trouble shutting my mind down.
I knew what was bothering me, too. Oh, sure, this case was something else… I hadn't worked an Op like this in a long time. If I wanted to be honest about it, I'd been stuck in Physical Therapy and then behind my desk for two years since my last Op nearly killed me. It felt good to get out into the Field again and stretch the old muscles… however, getting suckered into helping an old buddy of mine, finding out that the kid I'd almost let get killed on my watch was Jack's adopted son, and then discovering I'd known the leader of the investigative team that had picked up the case was a little weird. What was keeping my sleep from being completely peaceful was what else I knew… and how I knew it. Not being able to tell them about it was probably going to keep the old wheels spinning up there for a long time yet. Grreeeaaatttt…
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Note: This begs the question; Can one have a nightmare if one can't even get to sleep?