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[I'll be your shelter; I'll be your storm. I'll make you shiver, I'll keep you warm, whatever weather baby I'm yours – Boys Like Girls, Be Your everything]
He sat there at his desk, sullen look plastered across his concerned face, as he looked up at her office. It was the day after tomorrow that they were set to get married. All had been in a walking on clouds bliss, but now this had come, and as he sat there waiting for Ducky to emerge from her office that acted as a second home what ifs ran though his head. All he was wanting was the doctor they'd both known for so long and had become a father to them to reappear so he could go up and see her. She'd collapsed whilst in MTAC earlier. As of recent she'd been working longer hours, sleeping for just a fraction of a healthy amount of time – and that was if she even made it to sleep. Jenny had not been home for more than ten minutes in which she would change for days. She'd been mainlining coffee to stay awake whilst not eating. Jethro had been out on a case when it had happened – right in front of the Secretary of the Navy which he knew she would be mortified about when she remembered. Jethro had driven straight when he found out, but at least now he was here – even if Ducky had kicked him out.
Feeling annoyed that he was sat there doing nothing when the one who he loved was upstairs ill he made his way to see her. Leroy Jethro Gibbs was meant to be her shelter, even if from time to time he was the storm that brewed and came crashing down. He was the one who when she shivered he kept her warm, the one to when the wind blew at her he'd fight to push it away, when the hail hammered down he'd be the one to protect. When the stress become too much he was the friendly face wiping the tears away that sometimes even he had caused.
As he reached the door, Ducky came out. He looked at the younger man and smiled as he saw simply love in his eyes. "She'd fine, a little anaemic but I wouldn't worry, get a good meal down her and she'll be fine Jethro. She collapsed because she was too exhausted. Get her home and to bet by boy."
"I can go in?" Questioned Gibbs, for once respecting her privacy.
The older man simply nodded and walked away. As Jethro walked over to her sleeping form, he crouched down beside her and stroked her head. Softly he kissed her forehead and buried his head in her red locks. As her eyes fluttered open she looked in his worried cobalt orbs and smiled stoking his face before kissing his lips. It was her way of reassuring him that she fine. And it may not have worked fully, but it helped calm him down.
[If I die young, bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses, sink me in a river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song – The Band Perry, If I die]