Ziva stayed in Tony's room as McGee and Palmer headed to Gibbs'. They weren't sure if he'd be awake or not, but both of them needed to know what was going on. Even if it was for different reasons.

When they quietly entered the room, Gibbs turned his head to acknowledge them.

"Hey, boss," Tim gave a small smile and headed to the side of the bed. "How'd everything go?"

"Not too sure, McGee," he replied a bit more softly than normal. "Kinda zoned out as the doc was talkin' to me."

"Mind if I..." Jimmy motioned to the charts at the foot of the bed.

Gibbs shrugged and looked back to Tim. "What'd ya find?"

For a moment, he didn't know what he was referring to. "Oh...uh... The max amount of pills Tony could've taken was eight," he began. "There's a greater possibility that he took less. The bottle was filled months ago. Chances are that he took one or two to try, and never got around to taking them regularly."

"Meaning..."

"Meaning, he didn't take enough to..." he didn't need to finish the sentence. "He would've known to take more; the entire bottle, if that was his intent. And I'm sure that, if that had been his intent, he would've made sure to do it right." He swallowed. "I...I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to sound-"

"I know, Tim." Gibbs reached out and squeezed his arm, reassuringly. "Ya did good. Followed your gut on both occasions. If you hadn't gone back when you did...I don't know what would've happened." He watched the younger agent look down at the floor. "I know it must've been hard, finding him like that." Tim looked up and met his eyes, a bit shocked at the understanding in his boss's eyes. "Regardless what happened, you saved his life. And for that, I can't thank you enough."

McGee took a breath and straightened. "Thanks, boss," he told him in a low voice. Not knowing what else to say, he glanced to Palmer. "Does it say anything?"

Jimmy looked up at McGee, glancing back and forth between both men for a moment before looking back down at the chart. "There's increased swelling," he began. "They think that's what's causing the difficulty walking. It shouldn't get any worse, but it may be a while before the swelling goes down."

"At which point, he should be back to normal, right?" Tim verified.

"Yes. Well...theoretically, yes."

"The hell's that supposed to mean?" Gibbs asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Well," he swallowed, "The brain is very complicated. Swelling can cause permanent damage. They can't guarantee that there isn't any permanent damage until the swelling goes down. Until then, it's a waiting game." McGee's eyes darted all over the place somewhere in the air between himself and Jimmy. Palmer didn't miss the panic in the agent's eyes. "B-but...seeing as th-this is...a uh...a new symptom, chances are that...it's most likely temporary."

Seemingly shoving the information aside, Gibbs changed the subject. "How's DiNozzo?"

Tim shook his head to clear his thoughts and answer his boss's question. "No change. He's still sleeping."

"Is that normal?"

"Jimmy says with the mixture of alcohol, it's isn't surprising."

"And when he wakes up? What should we expect?" Gibbs asked.

Both agents looked to Jimmy. Though he wasn't completely confident to respond, he gave it his best effort. "As with the swelling in your brain, Agent Gibbs, we won't know exactly, until he wakes up." He looked away for a moment, and in a low voice, added, "If he wakes up..."

Tbc...