Gibbs was worried when he finally got home from work that afternoon. Abby had called while Tony was having a shower after therapy to tell him that the first session had been good and productive, but that Tony's spirits were not as good. She had mentioned that he was missing work and his friends, and that his desire to get back to work was making him push himself far too much. Even Abby was getting worried about her best friend. Gibbs understood Tony's pain and his desire- he had been just as bad after every injury he had ever had in his life. But, he also knew that Tony wasn't ready to go to work again, even on desk duty. The only bright spot about desk duty was being able to work in Abby's lab, and that would only go so far. Tony would be bored with that in under a week.

"Hey, Gibbs," said Abby anxiously when he stepped into his house. "Tony insisted on making dinner, but he fell asleep. I ordered pizza instead. Is that okay?"

"Pizza is fine, Abbs." Gibbs smiled, hiding his own worry. "Where is Tony now?"

"Still sleeping on the couch."

"Leave him to sleep. Follow me." Gibbs led Abby into the basement, leaving the door open to be able to hear Tony if needed.

"Gibbs, Tony is really sad... I don't think he should be doing physical therapy yet."

"He needs to do the therapy, Abby. He'll be alright- he'll get used to it. I'm interested in knowing what the therapist had to say."

"Richie said that Tony is doing really well considering his injuries. I agree with that."

"How did the session go today? What did this Richie have Tony do today?"

"He did some weights to help Tony strengthen his upper body. They did some exercises to help Tony improve his memory. It was a lot. Richie said that he thought that he had pushed Tony too much for the first session."

"Do you agree?"

"A little. I know Richie wants to do what he can to help my Tony. My beloved Tony charmed him within ten minutes." Abby smiled at that. "Richie likes him a lot."

"I think that Tony will be alright with the therapy, Abbs. He just needs to adjust. His memory is returning quickly, and it's making things harder on him. Rachel is coming by in half an hour. She'll know what to do."

"Okay." Abby was still a little anxious. "I'll go wake..."

"Abby?" Tony called sleepily.

"Never mind. He's awake." Abby plastered a smile onto her face and headed up the stairs. "I'm here, Tony. Is everything okay?"

"What time is it? Rachel should be here soon."

"It's three-thirty. Gibbs is home."

"Where's Gibbs?"

"In the basement. Where else would he be?"

Tony giggled. "That's a good point. Do you still want lasagne for dinner?"

"Maybe tomorrow. I've ordered pizza instead. Why don't we prepare the lasagne though? We have half an hour before Rachel arrives."

"Okay. Can you help me into the wheelchair though?"

"Of course I can," said Abby, looking at him like he was silly. "I'm your best friend, Tony. I'll help with anything."

At four on the dot, Rachel walked into Gibbs' house. She smiled when she found Tony in the kitchen with Abby, putting the finishing touches on the lasagna.

"Hey, Abby. Hi, Tony," she said cheerfully.

Tony looked over with a giant grin. "Hi, Dr Kate's Sister!" he exclaimed.

"Someone is cheery."

"You're just in time to see my special lasagna."

"What makes it so special?"

"I can't tell you that. Only Abby and I know. Sorry." Tony grinned happily.

"Okay... I guess," sighed Rachel playfully. "Well, if you're finished then, can we go have a chat?"

"Okay. You can make more of my memory return."

Rachel laughed. "I think you have selective hearing, Tony. I can't bring back your memory. Only time can."

"But you help anyway."

"I do, yes."

"Good. That means you can help me today."

Shaking her head, Rachel knew she was fighting a losing battle. She wisely didn't answer Tony as she followed him into the living room.