Okay, another story. Pretty much sums up everything im feeling.

The summer flu. I always got it, and I always hated it. As a teenager, the flu took away the fun in guard

practice, and now as an adult it took away money making time. Compare other people getting sick to me,

I complain way to much. The stuffy nose, the cough that annoys the hell outta you. I hated it. And now I

hate it even more now that Dinozzo makes fun of me. Scratch that. He makes fun of anyone whos sick.

Why couldnt I be like Gibbs and never get sick?

"Why couldnt you just stay at home?" Tony asked as I came shuffling in glaring at anyone in my path.

"I need to pay bills Tony. Their not gonna pay themselves." I replied going to sit at my desk between

Tony and Tims.

"Just cover your mouth and dont cough on me." I glared at him, then turned to turn on my computer.

"And look whos late to work on this nice Monday Morning!" Tony said as McGee and Ziva came in.

"Traffic was bad." McGee said, placing cough drops on my desk.

"You sir, are a lifesaver." I told him with a smile. Popping one in my mouth our heads turned as Gibbs

came in telling us to gear up.

"Why are you here Cooper?" Gibbs asked while we all headed to the elevator.

"Cause I need the money." I muttered to him as I felt my stomach turn as the elevator moved slowly

down.

Making our way to the crime scene, I started to go though the house slowly, with watchful eyes.

As we were now sure nobody was in the house, we started to evaluate the scene. Taking the

photos , I started to feel sweat on the back of my neck. Swallowing slowly, we continued to

process the crime until Ducky said we were good to go.

"You look like shit." Tony said as we were in the car.

"Ha thanks. What every girl likes to hear." I muttered as we made our way back to NCIS.

As Gibbs parked, I felt that my stomach was slowly trying to work its way out.

"Tony, help me out." I said, trying to push past him.

"Why?" He asked getting out. Before I could reply I felt bile come up and all of a sudden

I threw up on Tony's pants and shoes.

"Ah are you kidding me! Not my gucci shoes!" Tony yelled as I leaned against the van.

"I'm so sorry Tony." I said slowing sliding down until my back was resting against the van.

"Why couldnt you stay home like a normal person! Like me?" He replied.

"Tony defined as normal, that cracks me up." McGee said passing me bottled water.

"Willow, I'll take you home." Gibbs said helping me stand.

"Thanks Gibbs." I replied , as he led me to his car. Helping me in, I leaned my head back

and sighed as Gibbs started to drive.

"You okay?" He asked, patting my leg.

"I hope I didnt give it to you yesterday." I said to him as he continued.

"You know I dont get sick. And besides, nothing could stop me from loving on you." Gibbs said, as we

made our way to our home.