Fading Memories
Chapter Eight
It was up to Timothy McGee to be informing Director Leon Vance with needing to wake him up at home with the importance of the Intel in regard to Special Agent Gibbs. He had gotten back to his suite sitting down to take in a deep breath before making the call.
Director Leon Vance still asleep on the couch having fallen asleep with his girlfriend Melissa working a late night shift at the Pentagon. His cell phone was sitting on the coffee table on loud having forgotten to change it to vibrate.
All of a sudden he jumped slightly with the phone going off loud to have his heart racing. "Jesus McGee why are you calling me at this hour?" he cried out with his annoyance...
"Sir we have valuable Intel given by Wendell Corey after we had arrest him and his Latino friends." he commented...
"Go ahead and tell me Tim on what he had to say?" Vance sits up completely on the couch of his living room with his daughter Kayla and Jarrod still back in college...
"Sir he said that there are others out there are going to be going after Special Agent Gibbs in the hospital. When this is supposed to happening I have no idea sir." McGee needed to say with what was given to him by Corey.
"Alright Tim I will be taking care of it." Vance said with hanging up the phone all of a sudden disgusted...
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FUTURE
Leroy Jethro Gibbs working down in his basement on a special project. He wasn't really sure just what it was going to be since his mind was still slightly fogged trying to remember. While Loreile had left with a friend driving her to the doctors for an annual check up with her health. She had been complaining about being tired and headaches.
She was seeing a new doctor named William Goodman recommended by Doctor Cyril Taft busy unable to see her at this particular time.
She had walked into the clinic almost empty having to be a good thing. She walked up to the counter with the secretaries working at the computer terminals.
"Can I help you ma'am?" The younger woman asked Loreile...
"I have an appointment with Doctor Goodman. I am Mrs. Loreile Gibbs." she commented...
"Let me check the computer and I will let you know in a moment." She goes to work with bringing up the appointment schedule to see her name on the screen. "I will let the doctor know that you're here Mrs. Gibbs.
Doctor William Goodman in his office was finishing up writing notes on his last patient for when he phone rang. He goes to pick it up with answering.
"Yes. What's going on Marge?" He will asked as his usual response.
"Doctor Mrs. Gibbs is here for her appointment." she said looking up at the woman...
"Send her in along with a nurse in order to do an exam?" he commented...
"Yes, sir right away." she said with telling Loreile showing her which office to go in as with one of the nurses floating around. "Please go through that office entrance Mrs. Gibbs." While her friend a neighbor from across the street.
She walked in to be greeted by the salt & pepper hair doctor in his late fifties. "Please it Mrs. Gibbs. Tell me your problems that you're dealing with of late for the 76 year old.
"I seem to be always tired lately along with suffering with headaches with my right eye." she stated...
"Have you always been tired like you have been telling me?" he asked with looking at her beautiful complexion and partially silver hair just like her husband.
"No. But than again I have been running around a lot with needing to be taking care of my husband with his constant memory lost and habit of falling. Maybe it's because of the stress of always worrying about him afraid of something is going to happened." she commented.
"How old is your husband?" he needed to know...
"89 years old. He's retired from NCIS as a special agent for the Naval years. He was an agent for over 30 plus years doctor."
"Wow! What you need to do is relax more. However I will give you a prescription for the tiredness and something stronger for the headaches. Otherwise I will have the nurse to take a blood samples to make sure that everything else is fine. " The nurse came over with the equipment and four vials to take the blood while to check her entire blood chemistry, Thyroid, and so much more.
It didn't take long for the nurse to find a vein in her arm with the syringe and the four tubes quickly filling up with the blood samples and to the lab.
ALL OF A SUDDEN Special Agent Gibbs started to have spasm in his legs as the bells were going off to alert the doctor there watching for any changes. He ordered the nurse with him to give a muscle relaxer and others to calm his patient with the blood pressure had shot up as with his heart rate...
Everyone came running in asking on what had happened..."Spasms along with the fact his R.E.M. causing this. I have no idea on whether he was living in the future, present or past. " Doctor Sinclair saying to Doctor Rolaids and Robertson.
"It seems that his condition is getting worse. We will need to discuss it with Mrs. Gibbs on whether or not we can start as soon as possible before we lose him completely." Doctor Robertson had to say on the truth of the matter.
"I agree on this latest change in Special Agent Gibbs condition." Doctor Rolaids responded with needing to speak with Doctor Taft and let him talk with the wife. Maybe he will be able to change her mind with going with the operation on her husband's brain?"
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Thirty minutes later Doctor Cyril Taft was given the total situation with him to be the one to be speaking with Loreile. Doctor Taft dialed her number on her cell at home. Though she probably won't be up at this hour.
Taking a deep breath..."Cyril what is going on?" She cried out ...
"We need your permission to begin the operation today with his vitals are going down hill with having another episode with spams and more of the R.E.M. sequences to cause it Loreile?"
"I am scared Cyril that my husband might wind up as a vegetable and I don't wish to see this happened to him?" she said with tears falling from her eyes.
"Either way he will if we don't try this Loreile." Taft was trying to stay calm with his own emotions.