Gibbs had made me come over to his house so he could take care of me as I got really sick but I never wanted to admit it.
"I'm not sick, I just love sniffling," I said as Gibbs touched my forehead to see if I had a fever, which I probably did have.
"Yeah, yeah," He said in response. "Get into bed."
I raised an eyebrow at the sexual innuendo that could be taken as but as a response I got hit in the back of the head. Over the course of the day, Gibbs gave me soup, kept me trapped in a bed, and didn't let work on any , I'm grateful as I got better.
"I hope you realize you're not my dad," I said slurping some more of the soup Gibbs handed to me.
"I know," He said. "Doesn't mean I can't take care of you."
"Awe, chucks. Thanks Gibbs," I said, smiling while putting my soup down so I could reach for a hug from Gibbs and he thankfully gave me one back.