Chicken Pox

Little Amy Callen pushed the covers off her and climbed out of bed and exited her room, walking towards her parents' bedroom where she found the door closed. She really hoped that the door wasn't completely shut as she couldn't yet reach the door knob.

Pushing on the door she was happy to see that it opened and pushed it all the way then walked towards her parent's bed.

Once there Amy moved her hands towards her mother's figure and gently shook her. Kelly opened her eyes to see her daughter standing at the edge of the bed 'Amy' she stated tiredly 'What's wrong?'

'I'm scratchy mummy'

Kelly pushed herself off her stomach and got out of bed where she took her daughter's hand and led her to the bathroom. Sitting Amy on the bathroom vanity, Kelly turned the light on; squinting as she did. Lifting Amy's top up she noticed a few red dots. 'You have the Chicken Pox. You can't scratch them or they may leave a scare'

'But they are scratchy' Amy replied sadly.

'I know baby. But mummy has some special cream that we can put on them to stop them scratching' Kelly said as she watched her daughter nod her head. Helping her daughter off the vanity, Kelly opened a draw and pulled out some calamine lotion; then walking to her bed, she grabbed her pillow then walked towards her daughter's room.

Groaning at hearing the alarm G. Callen reached out to slap his alarm clock. Still asleep he told his wife that it was time to hop up. At not hearing a reply he opened his eyes and turned over to face his wife. But when he turned over Kelly wasn't there.

Leaning up on one elbow he looked around the room. At seeing Kelly's mobile phone still on her bedside table he knew she was still in the house.

Walking into their daughter's room, Callen noticed Kelly's sleeping form next to Amy.
Sitting down on the bed he gently shook his wife's shoulder. 'Kelly' he whispered, as he watched her stir.

'Hey. What time is it?'

'A little after 6. What are you doing in here?'

'Amy has the Chicken Pox. I'm not going into work today. Can you let dad know?'

'Yeah sure' Callen looked over at his sleeping daughter. 'Tell her I love her'

G. Callen looked up to see his father in law standing over his desk 'Gibbs, need Ziva?' he asked.

'No. But I am a member down...'

'I forgot to tell you. You weren't here when I got in. Amy's sick'

At hearing that information Gibbs gave a small nod of acknowledgement and turned, heading towards the elevator.

Entering through the unlocked front door of his daughter's home, Gibbs made his way through the house in search of his daughter and granddaughter.
Kelly Callen was in the kitchen making lunch for her daughter when she smelt the floating scent of wood and gunpowder 'Hey dad' she greeted her father, not bothering to turn around from cutting a sandwich 'I was wondering how long it would take for you to get here'

'Only just found out. Amy OK?' he asked full of concern.

'Just Chicken Pox' Kelly reassured her father. 'She's in the lounge room. Want some lunch' Kelly asked, turning around as her father nodded his response.

Upon entering the lounge room with plate in hand he found a movie playing and sitting on the floor was Amy with a colouring book resting on the coffee table in front of the TV with Amy colouring it. At hearing a noise, Amy looked up 'Hi Grandpa. You can't come near me; I have Chicken Spots' she told him sadly.

Gibbs sat down beside her 'Its OK, Chicken pox doesn't like me much' he told her with a shake of his head.

'I wish they didn't like me' she told him as her bottom lip dropped.

'They will go soon'

'Have you had them?' she asked turning to look at Gibbs as he nodded his head.

'And so has your mummy...twice'

'Will you colour with me?'

Dear Diary,

Callen's dying.

And apparently I need to show a little more compassion and sympathy.

Compassion and Sympathy my arse!

He has the chicken pox and is acting like a little girl about it. Amy acted more mature about them when she had them. Apparently G has never had the chicken pox, which I find hard to believe considering the circumstances of where he grew up.

'Kelly' came a distressed call from the bathroom.

'yeah?'

'I'm dying' Callen replied as he opened the bathroom door and re entered the bedroom.

'From what?'

'From this' came the reply as Callen lifted up his shirt.

'Liver failure from too much beer?' asked Kelly as she eyed her husband's fat stomach rolling her eyes.

'Funny Kell. I have the chicken pox'

'Pretty sure Amy survived'

'That's different'

'Why. Because she acted like an adult; while her father acts like a child?'

'How come you didn't get them?' asked Callen ignoring the comment.

Kelly shrugged 'I've already had them twice. Once when dad was deployed and I had them really bad when I was at University. Pretty sure you can't get them a third time'

'Twice' questioned Callen. 'You mean I have to go through this a second time'

'Wait' asked Kelly sitting up in bed 'This is the first time you have had chicken pox. Really, I mean I thought you would have picked it up from one of the kids at the orphanages'

'Nope. So are you going to put that pink stuff on me, to help with the scratching?' asked Callen making his way over to the bed.

'Pretty sure, you can do that yourself'

'What happened to in sickness and in health?'

'I lied'