Authors Note: Chapter 7 is here, Chapter 7 is here! (Now that I've gotten that out of the way…) To anyone out there still reading, your thoughts and opinions are appreciated. If there's anything you think I should change in my story (/ stories), don't hesitate to make your opinion known! PM me or (heaven forbid) write a review! I'm always listening. Onward with the story!!!
Gibbs may seem a little OOC, but don't you think that even somebody as tough as Gibbs would act differently in this situation? Well I do. So this is how it shall be.
Oh, and after this, the bold text is the person on the other end of the phone.
Chapter 7
"Abby, it's Gibbs."
"Gibbs! Is she all right? Tony didn't have much he could tell me, and I wanted to talk to you, but he insisted, and I have all the bowling nuns praying and-"
"Abby. Calm down. Just relax." He said, cutting her off. "She's gone through surgery and they removed the bullets, but they found a metastasized mass of ovarian cancer in her hip."
"Oh, oh God."
"They were able to remove the majority of it, but she'll have to receive chemotherapy. They're expecting it to work, because of her stubborn nature, but they can't guarantee anything or make any promises. I think she'll be okay Abs."
"How can you be so sure?" She said through tears, "You went on your damn Margarita Safari and we thought we lost you. Now mommy's hurt and she won't be gone by her own choice. If she's gone, she's gone for good! When you were gone the kids lost daddy. With mommy hurt, what are we supposed to do now?!"
"Abby, I know. I screwed up before. But I'm here now. I'm not going to let her go this time, and I'm not leaving either." He finally admitted, both to Abby, and himself.
"G-good. I'm going to go tell Timmy and Ducky… And Gibbs?"
"Yeah Abs?"
"Sit with her, I don't care if you're not supposed to be there, go. Goodbye El jefe."
"Alright Abby."
And with that, he walked over to the nurse's station to go see her when Tony stopped him.
"Gibbs, how's Abby?" He said, with his voice cutting through the silence awkwardly.
"Doing okay. I'm going to go see The Dir-"
"You can call her Jenny around us, you know." Tony interrupted boldly.
"I'm going to go see Jen." He said, nodding, "She sat with me when I was comatose, and I want to be there for her."
"Whatever you gotta do Boss- and if they give you any trouble, SecNav's only a call or two away." Tony said, and Gibbs nodded once again, heading towards the nurse's desk.
"Excuse me Ma'am, I'd like to visit my-" he paused incredibly quickly, deciding just to fall into their old natural cover rhythm "- wife. Jennifer Shepard." To keep up the nervous husband appearance, Gibbs decided to ramble for good measure. "You see, she wanted to keep her last name, being a very strong minded woman, though she's-"
"That's quite alright sir, I have her records right here. She was just moved to room 117A. That's down the hall and to the right. Here's a visitor's pass for you." The Nurse said with a smile that he could have sworn was a little shaky.
"Thank you." Gibbs said. Well that was a little too easy. Generally I'd have to pull my sidearm out on somebody for them to be that cooperative. And he headed off to his destination.
-7 minutes earlier-
"… You too Ziva."
As soon as Gibbs had walked away, Tony and Ziva went to the Nurse's desk and pulled out their badges.
"Very Special Agent Anthony Dinozzo and Mossad Officer Ziva David." Tony said, meriting and elbow jab to the stomach from Ziva.
"What can I help you with?" She said, looking over the rim of her reading glasses.
"My friend over there will probably be asking to visit my sister shortly, and I was hoping you could secure his visit… what'll it cost me?" He said as he pulled out his wallet.
"Mr. Dinozzo, you can't buy me out. Hospital policies are rules, and rules, are rules." She said snidely.
"But rules, like limbs are made to be broken, yes?" Ziva said, putting a devilish emphasis on limbs. "I can kill you 18 different ways with that yellow and green paperclip sitting right there on your desk. I do not like to make threats or cause harm if I do not have to- it is too much paperwork." She said, a wicked grin on her face.
"Ziva! What my partner means is that-."
"Say no more! I'm printing a visitor's pass as we speak. Just please, sit down!" The nurse said, reaching her breaking point.
"Thank you." Ziva said, smiling sweetly, as they returned to their seats.
And all Tony could say was:
"Well played, David."
