The Sprained Ankle
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Mackenzie Rebecca Aubrile Loraine Gibbs rolled out of bed, but when she stood up she winced, looking down she saw that her ankle was double the normal size.
"DAD! DADDY! FATHER! MALE PARENTAL FIGURE! SPECIAL AGENT LEROY JETHRO GIBBS! MR. GIBBS! ABA! PAPA! MON PERE! DA-"
"Aub- whassamatta?" Her older brother Tony rushed into the room cutting her off.
"TONY! Whats the matter with my ankle!" She shrieked. Suddenly her door burst open and her dad was there with his gun.
"Aubrile whats wrong?" He yelled circling his gun; Tony pushed his father's gun down.
"Dad, its just her ankle." Tony said reassuringly. Their dad lowered his gun and walked over to her.
"You okay?" He asked genuinely concerned.
"No. My ankle will NEVER fit into my cleats." She screamed. Her dad kneeled down to her level and put his hand on her shoulder, as he sighed deeply giving her a warning look.
"Other than that your fine right?" He asked still obviously worried.
"Yes sir!" She said giving him a mock salute. He gently swatted her butt.
"Don't be smart." He said sternly. She groaned.
"But you tell me to be myself!" She whined. Her father chuckled slightly, as he picked up the girl and carried her downstairs to the kitchen where he called Ducky, the medical examiner from where he worked. When the elderly man had shown up, he did a quick check over of the girl and bandaged up her ankle.
"Just a sprain, Mackenzie can you promise me something?" Ducky asked Aubby with a mock sternness.
"Probably." Aubby giggled.
"Probably?" Gibbs questioned, glaring his little girl down.
"Most likely." Aubby giggled again.
"How about yes?" Gibbs asked, again glaring at his little girl.
"I prefer not to make commitments." She smiled angelically up at her father.
"I don't care Mackenzie." He said cold as ice.
"I thought you loved me." She grimaced, crossing her arms, and turning her back to her father.
"Mackenzie Rebecca Aubrile Loraine Gibbs." Gibbs said, roughly turning her around.
"Yes sir." She moaned, overly dramatic. Ducky resisted the slight chuckle.
"You have to promise me that you will stay off that ankle and on your crutches. No running, no chasing, no jumping, and most of all no Soccer." He said sternly.
"N-n-no soccer?" Aubby asked in a small voice.
"No soccer." Ducky said sternly.
"But the playoffs are next week!"
"Mackenzie." Gibbs said warningly.
"Well fuck you." Mackenzie mumbled under her breath, so low that even Gibbs couldn't hear; Gibbs gave her a warning glare anyways.
"Mackenzie, if you stay off your ankle, it might heal enough for you to play." Ducky said gently, patting her back. She smiled up at him as he stepped away from the kitchen counter. She leaped off the counter and flung her arms around the elderly man's neck. Gibbs picked her up and put her down on the counter again.
"Aub sugar, did you miss what Ducky just said?" Gibbs chuckled, giving her a stare.
"Oops." Aubby giggled, giving her dad a world class beauty queen smile.