(Brenna is only like a month pregnant in this story.)
It was the same pattern for the next week. Gibbs morphine pump was not messed with. The rest of the week was actually very quiet. It only made them suspicious. Gibbs had, as promised focused on his health. They went on their walks and joked around. Gibbs had been there for six weeks. The sabotage had set back his recover. He had to momentarily go on shorter walks but they were able to slowly get him back to his longer walks. It was 9:30. The entire family was there. They had gotten a call; they were just waiting for him to wake up. The doctor walked in just as Gibbs grunted as he shifted slightly in bed. He woke up to the usual greetings of hugs and kisses. He looked to the doctor.
"Hey, doc." He said.
"Hello Jethro." He smiled. Gibbs raised an eyebrow as he looked around at their smiling faces.
"What ya got doc."
"I'm letting you go home. Under strict restrictions." He said. Gibbs nodded seriously, letting them know he understood and would follow them.
"You cannot lift anything, bend, walk long distances, or exercise. You will do as well as you have been with asking for help. You will relax and let them watch your six. You will relax and let them watch your six. You will not go all cowboy style on them. You know that if their distracted it's a danger to all." They knew the last sentence got him.
"Yeah doc I got it." He promised.
They helped him stand up and got him into the wheelchair. They got him to the van. The FBI agents took them to the secluded safety house. They met Tobias at the door and he led them to the living room, briefing them.
"There will be two guards in the house, two in the back, sides, and the front. Also two in a car parked hidden in the trees." They nodded in response.
There was a wall between the entrance and living room. There are two long and wide couches, two recliners, a coffee table and a t.v. and a round table. One couch was against the wall and another perpendicular to it with a round table between. The recliners were on the ends of each couch. The kitchen was half the size of the living room, about 3 football yards. There was a small wall between the living room and kitchen, there was no dining room. The t.v. sat tucked in that corner. There was fridge, sink, counter top the length of three cabinets. The sink was in the middle. The fridge was on one side and the dish washer on the other. The bedrooms only had beds with two cream pillows, cream sheets, a cream comforter, and a light brown blanket.
"Nice place, better than most." Gibbs said.
"Only the best for yours." Tobias said.
"Thanks." He said sincerely, getting a small smile.
"yeah we really are grateful." Tony sat as he helped Gibbs sit and lean over.
They laid him down on the couch by the one wall with a pillow and wrapped him in a blanket. He was in pain and too tired to make it to the bedroom. Ellie, McGee, Abby, Jimmy and Brenna sat on the other. The two couples were cuddling, Ellie on the edge by Gibbs. Tony was on the recliner by Gibbs and Ducky in the other. They were all relaxed feet up; they let their guards down for once being fully covered. They would be ready to fight if necessary but in the mean time they were completely relaxed. The guards in side were in two chairs, one by the front and back doors. They ate their other meals and helped Gibbs walk through the house. After Dinner they watched in the living room he had a hand on the wall and shuffled into his room. he laid down and was asleep in seconds. They went to bed an hour later. They were glad Gibbs could sleep here. They were able to relax because they became accustomed already after about five days. They all slept deeply that night, happy to be together and watch over each other. They didn't have to worry about how the others were.