A/N: So this is the first in a small series of drabbles I'm putting together based off of prompts from tumblr. Most of them will be from otpprompts over there. So I hope you enjoy!
Prompt: Imagine that your OTP is sick and they are doing their best to take care of each other.
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Sick
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Sammy and Gibbs trudged into the house and tiredly dropped onto the couch beside each other. Sammy coughed miserably as she leaned her head on Gibbs' shoulder.
"You don't feel any better do you?" Gibbs asked a cough of his own as he rested his head on hers.
"Nope. If Anything I feel worse," Sammy said with a sniffle, "You?"
"Definitely worse," Gibbs mumbled.
"Are you feeling bed?" Sammy asked around a yawn.
"Bed sounds good," Gibbs agreed gruffly, "But first you need something for your cough."
"Only if you take something for yours, and your fever," Sammy bargained.
"Deal," Gibbs agreed, too tired to argue.
The pulled themselves off the couch and headed for the bathroom. They each took a shot of cough syrup and Gibbs took a couple ibuprofen before handing the glass of water he chanced them with to Sammy so she could wash down her shot. That done they headed for bed, making quick work of changing before crawling under the covers. Sammy settled on her side and Gibbs settled in behind her before gently pulling her close. It didn't take long before both of them were out, Sammy shifting slightly so she was half on her stomach and Gibbs lying with his ear pressed against her back.
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The End