Anger Management

Chapter 80th

Taft couldn't wait to arrived to the Café with the elevator taking a long time than normal with the personnel changing shifts. Finally the door opened with walking down the hall with the instructions leading him to the half busy café.

Finding a clean brown tray with the food line with only one person grabbing his food and placing the items onto the tray with paying at the register being run by an older male maybe in his early sixties.

Taft grabbed a chicken sandwich, salad, a piece of fruit having to be a banana and then his coffee though he might keep him awake. After paying he headed for a seat in the back away from the others in order to speak with his wife Catherine. She's been doing well with the pregnancy having to be in her fifth month.

Pulling out his cell again with bringing up her number hopefully she wasn't taking a nap.

Actually she was on the laptop reading fanfiction on the different sites. She was waiting for the phone call from her husband in Harrisburg, Georgia with Gibbs and the DOD agent on special assignment.

She was told the earlier by a text about Gibbs having been shot. She really felt bad for him and mostly for Loreile having been so much every since she had married the agent from NCIS.

While she continued to read her phone began in ring sitting next to her on the table. She had taken a look at the caller ID to be finally be her husband.

"Sweetie how are you?" Catherine needed to asked.

"Tired. However I plan on getting some rest once I am done eating and with talking to you. How's the baby doing?"

"Active as hell Cyril. Otherwise I am dealing with it while I am reading my favorite fanfiction on the Internet. How's Gibbs doing?" she was concerned for the agent that has helped her husband ever since their son Paul died.

"Much better. He had his first physical therapy earlier when Loreile arrived. She just left to head back to the motel exhausted herself." Taft said...

"She must be a real emotional mess and now with her husband shot once again after spending two months in the hospital?" she said...

"She is Catherine. Hopefully things will work out for the best once Gibbs gets out of the hospital." Taft commented. "Providing there aren't any further threats against him." There was another call coming in that was priority. Looking at the number having to be Vance. "Look sweetie I have a priority call coming in from Vance. I will call you back later."

"Sure Cyril. Please let me know on what is going on?" she commented.

"Okay." Pressing the button for the other call. "Director Vance what's going on?" he commented when Vance said the following...

"All hands on deck!" meaning trouble.

"What happened now that is so important?" Taft was concerned with needing to answer the question.

"The DOD received word from their undercover agent Auriel as Damon Garcia's girlfriend advised Senator Hill that the Cartel leader is going to be sending additional associates to go after Gibbs in the hospital."

"Are you kidding? And just what am I to do Director Vance?" he asked with shaking his head.

"Move Gibbs to another section of the hospital. While I bring in an agent to take Gibbs place. I have someone in mind that is a lookalike to Gibbs. Though is hair is not completely all silver and his height is one inch taller."

"Who cares about that? At least he will be hiding under the covers. What about protection Leon?" he commented...

"You're going to get plenty of it for the week depending on when they make their move?" Vance said...

"Fair enough. When I am finish eating I will get to work with moving Gibbs to another special section of ICU. Thanks for the heads up. Has Loreile been told of the news?"

"Not yet. I will be leaving a voicemail since she is probably asleep at the motel?"

"She is Leon. She was exhausted after visiting her husband earlier." Taft says...

"How's Gibbs by the way?" Vance responded with the question.

"Holding his own. While having his first physical therapy session today with Loreile watching. Hopefully he will be able to get out of the hospital soon?"

"Let's hope so Cyril? I don't need to have Gibbs injured further by this nutcase Damon Garcia. At least he's not as bas as Jose Juan Hernandez?"

"Bad enough Doctor Taft. Any rate do your best with getting him moved to another location. While I leave the message for Loreile." He hangs up the phone to bring up her cell number to update her on the situation.

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Loreile even though she had slept almost two hours. She was feeling uncomfortable with the baby and her bladder. She had to moved up from the double bed slowly with moving into the bathroom to do what was needed.

She had been thinking about Madeline on what she had to say about her husband. After finishing she needed to get herself together unable to go back to sleep for now. Throwing cold water on her face first before brushing her teeth.

Grabbing the clean new white towel that the main probably had left while Gibbs and now herself. After she was done she went back into the bedroom noticing that her cell phone light was on indicating that there was a voicemail and she needed to find out who was calling her.

Playing the message. She was shocked once again that the Cartel leader will be going after her husband at the hospital as to why he will be moved to a different location. Jesus! what else is going to happened now?" she cried out from sheer frustration. She needed to call Vance at the Naval Yards to find out what exactly is going on.

Bringing up his number to the screen. She dialed...

Director Leon Vance was getting ready to head downstairs to the lab to speak with Kasie about evidence that was in for a case for where a Naval officer was found dead in his bunk on the U.S.S. Horizon docked.

When his phone once again was going off to be Loreile figuring she had gotten the voicemail. "I assumed you heard the message Loreile?"

"I did. What exactly happened Leon?" she commented...