Anger Management

Chapter 58th

"Yeah I remember your ex wife Rebecca Chase. if I remember you claimed that she was a real witch at times?" Taft had to say with checking the bandages that will be taken off really soon.

"And she still is a witch after threatening my team heading for Harrisburg, Georgia." Gibbs stated with Taft shaking his head.

"First of all they are not your team anymore. Do you remember that you're on medical leave before taking that long vacation of yours Jethro?" He relayed the information to a dejected patient laying back into bed.

"It's a metaphor Cyril and besides I will always worry about my team nevertheless." He responded with needing a cup of cold water to drink with his throat dry as hell.

"Fine whatever Gibbs and besides you're not able to go anywhere accept be here while your so call team is on that operation approved no doubt by the DOD?"

"Yeah. Will you stop being such a pain in the ass already?" He cried out with a deep breath and a slight pain in his back lasting for a moment.

"What happened Gibbs?" As he comes over to check his vitals once again to make sure it's alright.

"Back spasms. It caught me off guard doctor. Give me a moment and I will be alright." He stated even though the good doctor wasn't listening to him.

"I will be the judge of that Jethro. I want you to lean forward in order for me to check your back." He brought up the stethoscope to hear his breathing and to see where the spasm had come from.

Touching the lower part of his back. "OUCH! Jesus what are you trying to do to me Cyril?" He quipped with staying in place by his friend.

"Okay lay back. I am going to order further medication for your back since some of the scarring is causing the spasms. Otherwise it's basically time to update your pain medication." As he pushed the bell in order to bring one of the number of nurses on the floor.

"Fine. However I need to find out when exactly I can get out of here doctor?" He was serious with the question as one of the young nurses walking in to find out what the doctor needed.

Taft begin to issue a number of orders for the nurse with the back and pain medications. Before answering Gibbs question.

"And just where do you think you're going accept home Gibbs?" Taft replied with the response to have Gibbs shaking his head...

"Of course home Doc. Where do you think I was going after all?" He asked in a serious tone even though Taft knew that he was trying to be coy with him.

"Don't play stupid with me Jethro? I know damn well you want to be in the thick of things with the OFF THE BOOKS operation with your team. Why and get yourself killed this time?"

"Of course not Doc! And besides Loreile never let me go in the first place after I had promised her with taking that long vacation together with our son Shane."

"BULL! You need to stop lying to me and yourself before I wipe that smirk off your face." He screamed out at his so call stupid friend.

Moving up from the bed to face the doctor better. "How dare you call me a liar Cyril? Do you know what it was like to Hernandez get his revenger against me and I was the stupid one to drop my guard and have myself caught in his trap?" As he was hypertension with his breathing as his friend needed to hold him to relax until his breathing was back to normal.

"See what I mean Gibbs. You're in no shape to do anything of the kind with going to Harrisburg. You won't last a few days in the condition you're in. Maybe if you asked nicely I might go along with you since I do know how to use a gun." He said with trying not to be funny...

"You really mean it Cyril?" Gibbs needed to ask before continuing...

"Yeah I mean it Gibbs. We will need to keep this quiet especially with Loreile in order to get you out of here. I know it's going to be a stupid idea and the probable chance of losing my physician license from the hospital. You're going to lose more with your marriage with Loreile and your son Shane?"

"Yeah I know Doc. But I need to do this in general in order to get that woman off the streets and with the new Cartel leader." He cried out...

"Let me go and see what I can go Gibbs with the plans." As he walked out of the room...

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Sometime later

Timothy McGee was restless in his bed thinking too much about the mission. There was a loud knock on his door as he had gotten up with placing on his white cotton robe to open the door to be Torres having the same trouble.

"What's wrong Nick? I have the feeling you've been thinking about the same thing in regard to Gibbs with the possible chance of coming here?" Tim said...

"Yeah...and if this is the case Gibbs is going to be dead for sure with going after the new Cartel leader. But my problem is how he is going to be getting out of the hospital?" Torres had to asked with wrecking his brain.

"Are you serious Nick? Doctor Cyril Taft is to be going out on the limb to help out his friend. But for now Nick we have a job that needs to be done in the first place."

"Understood McGee and I am truly sorry for having to wake you up. But there is something else on my mind as well and that is the Mole having to be working for the new Cartel leader. We will need to know who is behind the snitching before getting any worse."