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Proscribe
Tony hated how well Gibbs knew him at times. If Gibbs hadn’t proscribed going back to headquarters, Tony would have immediately gone to headquarters and started some searches or something else that needed to be done before napping under his desk. Instead he had no choice, but to head home.
You’d think since Gibbs basically ordered him to sleep that he’d be able to immediately fall asleep. That wasn’t the case. After 30 minutes of lying in bed wide awake, Tony finally got up and put a movie in that he’d seen a million times.
Curling up on the couch, he hoped for sweet oblivion to come. He really hoped that the movie would lull him to sleep. If Tony showed up still exhausted, Gibbs was going to be pissed and no one wanted to be around that.
About part way through the movie Tony finally dropped off to sleep. Only to be jolted awake by his alarm what felt like only a few hours later. Glancing at his watch, Tony groaned.
He really did need to be getting up and heading back to work. It would be right about five hours after Gibbs sent him home by the time Tony got back to the admiral's apartment. He hadn't really gotten much more than a nap and almost felt more tired than he started.
Still no telling what Gibbs would have done with their new Probie Sabrina by now. He'd probably have to rescue her before Gibbs scared her off. She had handled herself well with McGee though, so there was hope that she'd be able to handle Gibbs without freaking out too much.
Tony arrived back at the admiral's room at the same time as Fornell. This didn't bode well. Gibbs hated working with other agencies.
Tony couldn't imagine that anything good had happened while he was gone if the FBI were now involved. He just hoped that their admiral hadn't managed to get himself kidnapped. Gibbs would be unbearable if that were the case.

