Today is the first of January, I'm lying in my bed and stare at the ceiling. I will not stand up, not today, not that day, but I remain a choice? No - of course not. So I count to ten inside and lead me dozens of good reasons in mind why it is better to get up here as to lie in my cozy, warm and cozy bed and sleep off. But not even the threat of dismissal I am today is reason enough to torture me up and drag myself to work. Oh you cruel world, why are you doing to me the only? What have I done wrong I? My head hurts at the slightest movement the whole room spins around me and I feel bad - no, I is bad! But if I would stay just lie quietly, then everything would be good, no, this peace is not granted me. Once more, I labored to lead me, what I am threatened if I do not swing my butt out of bed. Lastly, I am only a thought is driving out of bed to the bathroom and the toilet ....
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Appearances
Today is the first of January, I'm lying in my bed and stare at the ceiling. I will not stand up, not today, not that day, but I remain a choice? No - of course not. So I count to ten inside and lead me dozens of good reasons in mind why it is better to get up here as to lie in my cozy, warm and cozy bed and sleep off. But not even the threat of dismissal I am today is reason enough to torture me up and drag myself to work. Oh you cruel world, why are you doing this to me only? What have I done wrong I? My head hurts at the slightest movement the whole room spins around me and I feel bad - No, I is bad! But if I would stay just lie quietly, then everything would be good, no, this peace is not granted me. Once more, I labored to lead me, what I am threatened if I do not swing my butt out of bed. Lastly, I am only a thought is driving out of bed. To the bathroom and the toilet
light trembling now I'm sitting on the cold white tiles of my bathroom. I try to breathe calmly and send silent commands to my stomach that he should finally be quiet, but he did not answered. Increase again this only too familiar feeling in me and quite automatically I bend over the edge of the porcelain bowl, the lid is still lifted up. After a few minutes it seems to me to finally go a little better. I glance at the little clock that is mounted next to the sink on the other side of the room and realize that it's ten minutes to seven. I realize that I will be late for work - as almost always. This time, however, I'm really sorry, but I had done that I would pull together in terms of punctuality. But because I can now also change nothing, as my stomach seems to make me appear to be at peace. Not that I'm still in the belief that he could offer anything more - I get myself up and go a little shaky, the sink over to me to do something fresh. After a good twenty minutes I'm also attracted to and then have it then finally placed that you can see my dark eye circles and I no longer have the pallor of a little displaced from my face. However, my hair refuses to obey me now, each hair seems to stand in a different direction, but for now this is my least concern. Much more I'm thinking about how I'm healing to work. But somehow it is all right. Or should I ask my extremely attractive neighbor, if she drives me? No, better not, they will certainly sleep, until finally she came back home around four. On wobbly legs I walk towards Floor - avoid any view into the kitchen - I grab my car and house keys and leave my apartment. Behind me, I am going from close and then to the elevator. The staircase would be in my condition of pure suicide for still revolves around me, from the headache I will not even start. When I finally reached the elevator, open the doors as if by magic. Well, almost by magic, a young woman with a baby carriage comes out, wish me a happy new year and continues so. I nuschle also difficult to understand in order to then escape into the elevator. The child cries in the car that is despicable and the is not very comfortable with my present condition. When the elevator doors close, I breathe a sigh of relief, but my joy will not last long, because with a fairly bumpy backs, the car is in motion. My stomach did not fit this action now. Only with absolute concentration I wrestle down the feeling of nausea and come - with a further difficult to cope with shift - in the garage. Slowly and something swaying I approach my car, which I achieved in just a few steps that occur to me but like an eternity. A glance at the clock tells me, however, that I had just left the first time three minutes my apartment. When I put the key in Lock stuck, I notice again how much my hands tremble, but I do not care. I would certainly not go back. So I sit down awkward in my sleek, black sports car and close the door behind me. I put the key into the lock and start the car while I strap on me. Then I go finally go and pray that I fell better soon.
I think I'm in my entire life never driven so slowly, but every time I drove a little faster, I was inevitably bad and dizzy and I could part the street signs and no longer see the road in mind. OK, I admit it, I can see the street signs and not because they are totally blurred, but what is already playing a role, I know the way anyway and did not need signs. And finally, I am also without prejudice to the underground garage of the NCIS headquarters, which is of course no wonder the way from my apartment to here, I would even in his sleep and found half dead. When I was just playing with the idea that I should prefer the stairs or doing to the elevator, my phone rings. I drew from my pocket and take a quick look at the display. In large letters, is there 'GIBBS'. The bad feeling that I have the All morning torture transforms itself instantly to a miserable. Not that, too, I think, stagger to the elevator and raise it will eventually. A loud, very angry-sounding voice shouted against me by the phone and I invariably cringe. I do not even have the chance to justify myself, since there is already quiet again at the other end of the line. Something positive, however, had the whole thing, I do not notice how the elevator with a jolt that my stomach does not seem to cope with today, is in motion. But I realize very well how the little car will stop. I close my eyes, took a deep breath and step into the open plan office. I do not try this time to waver and to appear as normal as ever.
My two colleagues are already in place, which does not surprise me really. Both see me and while McGee has looked rather pitiful, Kate an acute slogan on the lips. She says something to drink too much, but I can not quite follow you, because deflected a slap on the back of the head from me something from happening. I nuschle Just a little "sorry boss" and immediately put myself to my desk. Inevitably, I see both my colleagues again, this time in wonder. It happens to you probably odd that I have no excuse this time ready. I have many excuses but really, just at the moment neither the desire nor the power to let them off the stack. Gibbs gives me any attention anymore and I can unpack my things in peace. As I define the drawer of my desk, I really laugh a whole dozen chocolate bar counter. Although I have not eaten anything yet today, I am getting ill from the sight alone and with a loud bang when I close the drawer again. I did not even get a tablet down against this terrible headache. Again I feel the eyes of my colleagues at me when I see Kate, I realize that this whole situation seems very fun place. I sigh and play with the idea to pop my head just on the table. This project I trace not, however, because the phone by Gibbs with a shrill, just terrible ringing calls attention to itself - that was really always been such a horrible sound?
sets after a few words to my boss and says: "We have a new case." He gives the usual instructions and throws me the car keys. I'm not even bothered to collect them, look after them instead and see how they end up rattling on the floor. I also have no desire for a car ride with Gibbs, because I already know what will happen, and neither I nor my colleagues liked him even more. But still, I bend over based on the keys, I move almost zeitlumpigenartig to the elevator and disappear again towards the garage. I fill up the car and drive it, finally, so enter my colleagues who are waiting impatiently. The evil eye of my boss I did not notice and remain on the driver's seat sitting on what he likes even less. Willig again he sat on the passenger seat. I go to the scene at the same speed with which I am also recently moved to headquarters and perhaps makes my colleagues more fear than if I had been traveling faster than allowed. Even Gibbs seems to have finally realized that something is wrong, but he did not speak.
at the scene, a small house on the edge of the city, arrived, I park the car directly behind that of the pathologist, who must have arrived before us. I get out - still ignore the views of my colleagues - and get my things out of the car, to then go into the house. Gibbs to get me loose because when he finally turns and not all storms still to come inside. Kate McGee contrast helps to unpack the other things - right after it checked whether Bambino even still alive. But this is better than ever, since this car should be probably been the most pleasant in the truck, which he ever had.
but I care no more about it and go in as well. There is a young woman in uniform of the U.S. Navy on the ground. A large blood stain is seen next to her head and I feel bad again. With a masterful command - mentally, of course - I make my stomach again silenced. However, I am now so dizzy and bad that I lean against the door frame. Gibbs, who stands next to the body, and June peppered with questions noticed me and my strange behavior. It controls up to me to me now finally to fold together. His ice-blue eyes sparkled against me angry and he was about to not talk to me encouraging. He yells, but rather He has that dangerous, quiet tone of voice. Exceptionally, however, leaves me cold.
"DiNozzo," he begins and impales me literally with his eyes, "if you ..." He also does not, however, because the pathologist has pushed between him and me. He looks at me worried and put his hand on the forehead. He shakes his head and transported me to the sofa, which is located in the room next to the corpse. Instructive, he talks at me, which I understand only about half, because my senses slowly slip away from me and I would bring my nice, cozy bed.
The next thing I noticed again that I'm lying in a comfortable bed, I covered up and that something is heard from voices murmur. I opened my eyes - I can not even remember because they have made - and look around curiously. I am in a light blue hospital room which is set up not just bad, it shoots through my head. Delighted, I realized that my headaches are only a tiny hammer and the dizziness is gone. My waking up does not go unnoticed, silent voices and Gibbs suddenly comes into my field of vision. He gives me a smile, which I was more afraid than any evil eye from him. He even apologized that he had not noticed it. I see him but only asking. The Enlightenment brings just the older doctor, who positioned himself a few seconds later by my boss. He tells me that I have a severe pneumonia, but this is not the usual cough is noticeable for me - in short, nothing new for me.
is Suddenly I realized what they had thought, my colleagues and my boss all the time. I see Gibbs reproachfully: "You did not really think I would get drunk like that?"
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