Recovery: The Silent Enemy
Chapter 34th
As Loreile had started to cry and with taking his wife into his arms to console her. He needed to stay focus himself or else he will fall back into the trap of his own weakness for when it comes to his enemies.
He was still reeling for when he had shot Rivera and murdered him in Mexico. Though the ramifications had happened with the Cartel going after him again and his friends. Just like all of his enemies over the years with Ari, Harper Dearing and many others. He had missed his friend and boss Mike Franks, though they had their own inner battles.
Loreile was able to see that look in his eyes that her husband was once again fighting himself inside. "Are you alright Jethro? I know it's a constant question that myself and your friends keep asking during the past months." She sits down on the kitchen chair as he does the same trying to calm himself down.
"To tell you the truth Loreile, I am afraid all of the time now with having to be looking over my shoulder for every little thing that happens around me. And I just have to try and stop this feeling like this and I have no idea how to do it." He hits his right hand onto the table to vent his anger.
She gets up to stand next to her husband to try and calm him down with a hug. But he push her away with getting up to head for the basement to work on his projects. Working on his projects had always help him think things out while sanding or anything else that is required to work on the Chickadee number 3,4 and 5 for his friends.
Even McGee was impressed with the design of the first Chickadee that he had made for his mother Barbara dying from breast cancer even though she wanted to kill herself with the approval of L.J. Moore now dead.
She wasn't going to follow him for now. However she was going to call Doctor Grace to see if she was willing to come here to talk with her patient in great need of help. She had gone into the living room to look for his own cell phone with having all of the emergency contact numbers in case of trouble and one of them was Doctor Taft and Doctor Grace.
She checked to see the time on the clock wall making sure it wasn't going to be too late to call. Picking up her cell, she was able to bring up her number calling from her office directly or even having it transferred to her home. She hoped and prayed that she was going to answer right away. Pressing the number on the screen she waited for the connection to go through when all of a sudden she answered.
"Doctor Grace how can I help you this evening Loreile?" Seeing the number on her caller I.D.
"Doctor Grace, I am so sorry to be calling you this late. However my husband Jethro is in trouble big time with his emotions. He's cut himself off from me staying in the basement working." She says with her baby acting up inside her stomach.
"What exactly happened Loreile to get him riled up this way?" She replied from her office working late having to be finishing up paperwork on all of her patients that was seen today.
"We were talking in the kitchen after having dinner when all of a sudden he just started with his depression of the past and other things mainly Rivera and his friends being killed over the years. Doc, is there anything you can do like coming tonight to speak with him. I know that I am asking a great deal to talk with him and your schedule?" She was gravely concern as always even though she wasn't like this before had met him.
"Ok Loreile, I will come tonight and talk with Popeye. I just need to call my husband David to let know that I have an emergency patient to see and to place dinner on the hot stove for now." She responded.
"Thanks doc for all of your help. I will be sure to keep the door unlock when you arrive. I will be waiting in the living room. See ya soon." She hung up the phone to sit down on the couch to wait trying to calm her baby and her nerves while her husband was working in the basement.
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Twenty minutes later Doctor Grace parked her own black truck that she had borrowed from her own husband to travel seeing patients. She had done good time with driving the roads without getting a speeding ticket.
Grabbing her black bag and small briefcase carrying her notes and glasses inside to read the small print. She was wearing a grey jacket to keep her warm from the chill in the air of the late evening. The front porch lights were on for Gibbs house.
She didn't need to knock since the door wasn't locked. She moved inside to see Loreile standing up to greet her. "Good you're are here, let me help you with your things and the coat." She goes to hang it up on the coat rack near the front door.
"He's still in the basement Doctor Grace." She stated with slight anger with her tone.
"I will talk with him and what ever you do. Please don't come downstairs for at least an hour. By hook or crook I am going to get him to talk to me. Understood?" She was stern for when it came to her orders.
Basement...
Gibbs mind was on finishing up the Chickadee Four for Tim and his twins. He wasn't able to hear Doctor Grace walking the steps until finally he stopped to see her standing at the bottom of the steps.
Lifting his head. "She called you, Doc?" He says sounding slightly down with his voice.
"She's worried about you, Popeye, and I must say it was for a good cause to save a man that she loves a great deal and she doesn't want to see you destroy yourself." Doc replied moving in closer to him filled with dust and other essentials on his body. She was able to smell the bourbon on his breath while telling him to sit and grabbing the small chair in the corner needing to be wiped off. "Now we are going to talk Popeye." She states strongly with her persona and mostly body language.