I began to come back to consciousness. When I tried to open my eyes the bright light hurt my eyes. It took a few seconds for me to adjust to the light. Everything was a bright haze to me. Once I was able to see my surroundings I had no idea how I got to the hospital. the last thing I remember, was laying on the couch and talking to Gibbs. I could see Gibbs smiling at me in the chair next to my hospital bed. I could tell he was worried about me. It looked like he hadn't slept for awhile as his smile slowly went away. I knew he was worried because he thought of me as his daughter. I was his second chance as the child that was taken away from him way too soon.
"What happened, how did I get here?" I asked him with worry in my voice.
"The doctors say you obtained Q Fever. Ducky said that this Fever targets the lungs, heart, and most it isn't that deadly, but for some reason it was a little bit stronger than the normal strain."
"So, your thinking some one did this to me on purpose?"I asked confused. I didn't know why someone would want to do this to me. I've never had a problem with anyone.
"Were still trying to figure out how you got sick. When you didn't answer me on the phone, I drove to the house and you were passed out on the living room floor. I rushed you to the hospital. They had no idea what was wrong, but once they did they had to put you into a coma until the medicine started working." Gibbs told me.
"Uncle Gibbs, I am so sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry about. Whoever did this either meant it for me, or did it you to get back at me. I'm the one who should apologize to you." Gibbs said sternly.
"Gibbs, you apologized. You don't apologize." I laughed. "It's no ones fault but the bad guy who did this. I love you Gibbs."
"I love you too sweetie." Gibbs said while he hugged me and placed a kiss on my head.
Days went by and the only clue they had was how I got sick. Someone had infected my insulin with the bacteria. I had to keep going to the hospital every once in awhile to make sure there was no other complications. Of course with my luck, I was having problems with my heart. But luckily it was only pericarditis. This just meant that the covering of my heart was inflamed, but all I needed to do was take some aspirin along with my antibiotics I have to take for the Q fever.
I was slowly getting back to my normal self, with the help of my amazing family. Sitting there in the bullpen I looked at those who were worried for me and who were seeking out the one who caused me to be in such a dire state of health. This made me think that they would risk their life for me. Tony was starring at me as I sat at my uncles desk.
"What Tony!" I asked him. The starring was annoying me entirely too much.
"Nothing. Just wondering how you were feeling."
"Sorry, I'm just really tired. Um, I guess I'm better." I hadn't been able to sleep since I found out someone tried to poison me. Every time I tried to sleep I thought about the possibility of them killing me in my sleep.
"I take it Gibbs doesn't know about the whole not sleeping thing."
"No. Please don't tell him. I don't want to worry him anymore than I have. Plus I think he feels like it's his fault. This person did this to me to get back at him. I wish he knew I don't think it's his fault."
"Just give him some time and he will be back to himself. I might be able to help with the sleeping thing." He informed me with a smirk.
"Tony, I have too many drugs as it is now. I don't want to add anymore."
"No, not drugs. If you feel up to it I can show you how to defend yourself. Maybe this will help you feel a little more confident and stronger. I bet even Ziva will help show some assassin moves."
We both started to laugh. "Ya, I'd like that Tony." I told him as I went back to Gibbs' desk.
I know, not that much interaction with the others. I wanted to show the relationship between Gibbs and Riley, and how Tony is like a protective brother to her. Leave a review!