Bring It On Home To Me - II

Tony shifted a bit in his sleep, though he didn't wake once. If there was such a place as past REM state, he was there, gone like a light with no dreams or anything. All the tension seemed to leave his form, breathing somewhat heavily as he slept.
 
Gibbs sat in a chair, across the room, after he gathered everything, and watched Tony, and yawned a bit, he closed his eyes, but didn't fall asleep.
 
Tony seemed to stop breathing for a moment, everything in the appartment falling silent as the graves. He slowly let his breath out, falling into a state of REM now, beginning to go through the whole encounter again.
 
Gibbs started to make himself comfortable on the chair, and glanced at Tony with a questioning raised eyebrow.
 
Tony cursed lightly in Italian in his sleep, shifting onto his back with his brow furrowing. "So… Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, is it? How would you like to have a little fun? Don’t turn around, or I shoot." The man's voice from the alley was as clear as daylight to him.
 
Gibbs raised up, watching Tony a bit. He wondered what he was dreaming about, he grabbed his pen and paper just incase Tony said something.
 
It was about five minutes later that his eyes snapped open and he sat bolt upright, the blanket pooling in his lap. He looked over to Gibbs. "The man had a baritone voice, scratchy.. A bit of a lisp. I remember seeing a blue or black SUV. It was a dark colour, but I couldn't tell because there were no lights in the alley," Tony had said before leaning forward and rubbing his eyes. "License plate.. I remember seeing a license plate. Registration was good till August of this year. Virginia plate." Tony's eyes were clamped shut, rubbing his forehead which had broken out into a light sweat. His fingers soon began to rub at his temples. "I know I looked at the plate, I just.. I just can't remember the letters or numbers. They're there, I just.." Tony's voice was beginning to sound strained and stressed right out.
 
Gibbs wrote everything that he was saying down, and got closer to him, "Tony, Tony, breathe, Just breathe, Calm down"
 
Tony didn't listen, instead, his breathing became even more irratic. "I want to remember, but I can't. It's crucial that I remember. It's the best we've got to run plates," he said, but all that was coming to him on the plates was a blue/white blob. Nothing distinct.
 
Stella laughed a little. She found it cute that he called her sweet like that. He was sweet too, in more ways than one. She licked the whipped cream off, laughing as she pulled back and swallowed it. "Mmmm" she hummed as she started to eat the rest of her ice cream.
 
Gibbs put a hand on his shoulder, "Don't push it Tony"

Catherine took his phone and dialed Brass, "Brass? Its Catherine, I need you over here ASAP" and gave him directions to where they were.
 
Tony was tense under Gibbs' touch, face burried in his hands. It was soon he fisted his hands in his lap, sighing. "I really want to remember.."
 
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