A/N: So this is a revised version of the original story I wrote called What Happened? when Sammy gets shot by Jeanne, as in the women who Tony dated in season 4. Some parts are the same and some are bits I've added and expanded on so I hope you enjoy!
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Sammy held her injured arm closer as she walked out of the elevator beside Gibbs and headed to her desk. She sighed and sat down in her chair, closing her eyes and waiting for the stinging in her arm to subside.
"You alright?" Gibbs asked softly from where he sat in front of his desk.
"Yeah," Sammy replied, "Just a little sore."
Before Gibbs could comment again she stood up and grabbed her pack in an effort to get across that she was OK, but as she went to swing it over her good shoulder Gibbs glided over and gently pulled it from her grip, swinging it over his own shoulder.
"You have everything?" Gibbs asked as he shifted the pack on his shoulder.
"Yup," Sammy said with a yawn.
"Alright, let's go home then," Gibbs said, gently placing a hand on the small of her back as they headed for the elevator.
As the elevator dinged and the doors opened Sammy didn't know what hit her but all of a sudden she was pulled into a black clad chest and her arm was stinging.
"Oh my God, I'm so glad you're ok!" Abby chimed, though Sammy could hear it better from her chest than her actually speaking.
"Hi Abby," Sammy said quietly, "Can you lighten up a little please?"
"Oh yeah," Abby said releasing Sammy, "Sorry."
"It's ok," Sammy said, flashing Abby a smile, noticing as Abby stepped back that she wasn't in her usual clothes and platform shoes but instead in a pair skull clad pj bottoms and a black zip up hoodie, "Did you just come from home?"
"Yeah I came in to run the evidence from your little incident and thought I'd come up and make sure you were ok when I heard you were here," Abby rambled.
"I'm ok," Sammy said with a little yawn and a small smile, "Better before the morphine wore off but still ok."
"Good," Abby said, pulling her into another bug but making sure to watch out for her arm, "I should let you go."
"Yeah we should probably head home," Sammy agreed, yawning when Abby released her.
"I'll see you tomorrow then," Abby said, pulling Gibbs into a hug, "You are coming in tomorrow right?"
"Yes," Sammy replied as Gibbs answered, "No."
"Well I'll see you at some point then," Abby said with a giggle, stepping aside so Sammy and Gibbs could step into the elevator.
Sammy waved goodbye to Abby as the elevator door slid closed.
"I am coming in tomorrow," Sammy insisted as the elevator started to move.
Gibbs sighed, knowing he probably wasn't going to win this argument.
"Don't you think you should take it easy tomorrow?" He asked, trying to reason with her.
"I'll go crazy at home all alone," Sammy whined, "And I have to write up my report anyway."
"You can write up your report from home," Gibbs countered, reasonably but sighed when he saw her pouting, "How about we see how you're feeling in the morning and if you feel alright you can come in for a bit."
"Ok," Sammy said, starting to feel how exhausted she was and not wanting to fight anymore.
She moved a little closer to Gibbs and leaned into his side as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
"Do we still have to fill my prescription?" Sammy asked as the elevator doors opened.
"Yeah," Gibbs said, leading her to the echo, "And we need to decide on dinner, you have to take the painkillers with food so they don't upset your stomach."
"I don't feel like eating," Sammy whined, sliding into her seat, "I just wanna take some painkillers and go to bed."
"I know," Gibbs said, leaning into the car to buckle her in then planting a kiss on her forehead, "But the painkillers won't make you feel better without food."
"Fine," Sammy sighed, leaning back in her seat as Gibbs slid into the driver's side.
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An Hour later Sammy sat at the kitchen table finishing off a yogurt cup and a piece of buttered toast, a glass of milk close by. She swallowed the last bite of her toast then washed it down with a painkiller and a sip of milk. When she set her glass beside her empty plate Gibbs gathered up her dishes and set them by the sink.
"Come on," He said softly as he held a hand out to Sammy, "It's time for bed."
Sammy took it with her left hand and let him lead her up to his room.
"Do I have jammies here?" Sammy asked as Gibbs gently sat her down on the bed.
"I don't think so," Gibbs said softly, moving to his dresser, "but I have something you can wear."
"Ok," Sammy mumbled with a yawn.
Gibbs sat beside her a minute later holding one of his NIS shirts and a pair of boxers.
"How's this?" He asked, holding the clothing up.
""Just the shirt," Sammy mumbled, "I'm hot."
"Ok," Gibbs said setting the shirt and boxers down on the bed, "Let's get you changed and into bed."
"Mkay," Sammy said around another yawn.
Gibbs gently unclipped Sammy's sling before carefully sliding it off and setting it on the bed. Sammy held her injured arm close not liking the stinging that companied her relaxing without the sling.
"Honey, I can't get your shirt off if you don't relax a little," Gibbs said softly, starting to gently unbutton her shirt.
Once all the buttons were undone he gently slid it off her left shoulder first before carefully bringing it around and sliding it off her injured arm when Sammy relaxed enough for him to do so. He grabbed his NIS shirt and brought the bottom hem up to the color before gently slipping it over Sammy's head. She put her left arm threw the sleeve but kept her right arm pressed tightly to her stomach.
"Come on," Gibbs urged softly, "Your other arm too."
"But it hurts," Sammy whined, holding her arm closer.
"I know it does but you won't be able to get comfortable like that," Gibbs tired to reason with her, "This shirt is big enough you shouldn't have to move it too much. I'll help."
Sammy contemplated protesting more but decided that being that Gibbs had experience in this kinda thing he knew what he was talking about and that the sooner they were finished this the sooner she could sleep. She only nodded to let Gibbs know to go ahead then moved her arm as he guided her. As soon as her arm was through the sleeve she pressed it to her stomach again and yawned.
"Ok let's get you to bed," Gibbs said, smiling at how cute she was before planting a soft kiss on the top of her head, "I'll go get you some more pillows so we can prop your arm up."
"Kay," Sammy mumbled as Gibbs disappeared into the hallway.
A minute later he came back with 4 pillows in hand and set them on the end of the bed.
"Alright how do you want to sleep?" Gibbs asked softly.
"On my side I think," Sammy said as she slowly scooched up to the head of the bed.
"Ok, get settled and we'll see how many pillows you need," Gibbs said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Sammy nodded then slowly moved to lying down then rolled onto her side, all the while keeping her arm pressed to her stomach. Once she seemed settled Gibbs set a couple pillows beside her and motioned for her to put her arm on them. After some reluctance Sammy slowly moved her arm up on to the pillows, inhaling sharply when her arm suddenly stung.
"Are you alright?" Gibbs asked in concern.
"Yeah, just pulled my stitches a little," Sammy said, once the stinging died down, "I think I need another."
"Ok," Gibbs said, pulling another pillow over and waiting until Sammy lifted her arm up enough for him to gently slide the pillow onto the top of the stack.
"Better?" He asked softly, watching as Sammy slightly repositioned herself.
"Mhm," Sammy said closing her eyes.
"Good," Gibbs said, leaning down to place a soft kiss on her lips, "I'll be up after I clean up a little."
"Kay," Sammy said, adjusting her position again.
Gibbs pulled the comforter over her, stopping just before her bandage, before heading downstairs to start on the dishes.
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Sammy shifted again trying to get into a position that she could fall asleep in. She was exhausted but she just wasn't comfortable and as a result no matter how hard she tried she couldn't fall asleep. After laying there awake for what seemed like ages but was actually more like 15 minutes she slowly hauled herself up and headed downstairs to find Gibbs.
She found him at the sink drying the last of the dishes. When he turned around to put the plate he was holding in its cupboard he spotted her.
"Honey, I thought you were sleeping," He said softly, setting the plate down and moving to where Sammy was.
"Tried but I can't get comfortable," Sammy whined, "Can you come lay with me?"
"Of Course," Gibbs said, kissing her forehead and gently wrapping an arm around her waist.
Sammy let Gibbs lead once again and as they got to his room she crawled up on the bed and waited for Gibbs to change into his boxers. Once he was finished he sat on the bed beside her.
"Where do you want me?" Gibbs asked softly.
"Where the pillows are," Sammy said with a yawn, moving to push the pillows off the bed but not putting enough effort into it to do much of anything.
"Alright," Gibbs said, smiling at her futile attempt at moving the offending objects before picking them up and setting them on the floor out of the way.
Sammy moved over a little so there was room for Gibbs to lie down, he did so and she laid beside him before working on settling into a comfortable position. She finally settled with her head on Gibbs' chest and her injured arm laying on his chest, her hand almost tucked under her chin.
Once she had stopped moving Gibbs gently pulled the covers up over them and gently wrapped an arm around her.
"Comfortable?" Gibbs asked softly, moving so his cheek was gently pressed to the top of Sammy's head.
"Mhmm," Sammy mumbled sleepily, clearly close to dosing off.
"Good," Gibbs said as he heard her breathing even out and soft snores start up.
Gibbs started large lazy circles on Sammy's back but listening to her breathing and knowing she was alright quickly lulled him to sleep.
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The End