Anger Management
Chapter Seven
Loreile was with anger. Madder than a hornet's nest when Director Leon Vance had called her about the explosion and the building. However she was pissed later when she had found out that Vance had ordered Gibbs to head for the hospital due to possible injuries with his back and right knee.
Her husband was driving her crazy more so than ever lately and currently she was in a bad state both mentally and physically with the pregnancy. She has been trying to take it easy knowing what can happen with the stress.
She was told to wait it out that her husband was heading for Bethesda hospital against his better judgement. She was having a cup of tea looking at the time to be after three o'clock and Phineas was going to be home soon from school.
However there was a knock on the front door that she had heard from the kitchen. She had gotten up slowly to open up the front door to be Phineas. "Hey Phin how are you?" She needed to asked seeing him carrying some type of a wrapped item.
"I am good Loreile. I just came from playing catch with Uncle George after picking me up from school. Aunt Mickey told me to give you this for a snack having to be Banana pudding cake. And believe me I have tasted it to be really good."
"Why thank you Phineas. Please give my regards to Aunt Mickey." She had to say in a soft tone of voice and oversize demeanor with her stomach.
"Is Jethro Gibbs home Loreile?" Phin had to asked worried since it's been a few days that he answered his emails.
"Not yet Phineas. He has been really involved in a case that has his full attention. Hopefully he will be home at a proper time." She sad with slight sadness even though Phineas didn't know the difference.
"Any way I need to go now with a lot of homework that needs to be done today." He hugs her quickly before running out of the front door.
She moves to the door feeling like she wanted to cry. She locks the front door to order Chinese food for herself and hopefully for her husband.
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Bethesda Hospital Emergency room
Doctor Cyril Taft had his patient Special Agent Gibbs on the table taking x-rays of his spine along with a mri and cat scan for any damage to the spine of his lower back.
For years Gibbs had been complaining to himself about his back with being stiff whenever he gets up from the couch, or the surface of his boat. Gibbs was hating laying down onto the table feeling cold. Meanwhile the technician was taking as many pictures as possible to make sure all is well with the spinal cord.
After spending another few more moments. Doctor Cyril Taft checking the first sets having been processed checking. "I must tell you, Gibbs. You're one lucky man that your back is just bruised."
"No kidding! I could of told you that Doc." He stated with sarcasm with his response.
"Don't be so smart Jethro or else I will ground you for a few days with rest." Doctor Taft replied with a hint of a smirk knowing full it was part of the act.
"I could use a few days Doctor." Gibbs stated to have Cyril laugh at him with checking the rest of the films to be a really good sign.
"Very well I will Special Agent Gibbs with going to my office to discuss it further. Thank you Jack with getting these x-rays together quickly." He announced with the technician to finish up with his other patients. "Gibbs, you can get dressed and come to my office. While I check on a few details with other patients." He pulled off his cap and mask to wash his hands before heading out.
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Doctor Taft's office
Leroy Jethro Gibbs had walked into the outer office for where his secretary had told him to please seat. He was on his way up.
"Thanks." He grabbed one of the magazines to read before Doctor Cyril Taft finally arrived with files in his hand.
"Let's go into my office to talk." He said with opening the door for Gibbs.
"Tell me what are you planning Gibbs?" He asked with curiosity with his persona.
"I need the time to work with my team Off The Books to search for Alex Roberts. The man I told you about that tried to kill me with the explosion. I will need you to keep this quiet in spite the fact I am being forced on medical leave with my back bruised badly." He will announced to Taft getting the point of what he was saying.
"And for your spine is bruised but not enough to keep you of work. However in other words I will follow through with your idea and going undercover. I will write out the report for Director Leon Vance to show cause and effect. I expect you to actually try and rest today before going out tomorrow to search for him. I am going to give you the rest of the week to take care of your back and in general. No doubt Loreile is not going to like the idea one bit Jethro?" He will reply with his respond and seeing the expression on his face.
"I highly doubt it Cyril. I am going to have my hands full when I do get home. If I walk into the house and she is quiet. Than I know that I am in trouble with her. I will need to pack my bags or vice versa with the explosion from her mouth."
"Do you love her at all Gibbs?" It was the most stupid question he had to asked with washing his mouth out with soap.
"What the hell kind of question is that Cyril? Of course I love Loreile along with my unborn child. I need to get the hell out of here now and go to face her..." He had gotten up from his chair...