Paraguay's truth
Chapter 133
When Kelly had arrived home to the hotel. Her mother having aged gracefully with all silver hair now with no wrinkles. She was sitting on the couch watching TV with her husband Alex enjoying the John Wayne movie The Searchers.
"Mother I am going to rest for a little while for heading back. By the way Loreile is a beautiful woman that daddy has married. Hopefully he's going to be happy with the rest of his life?"
"I agree Kelly. Go already I know you're tire?" she said with watching her daughter to move into her connecting door of her suite. While her own husband Colonel James Hawkins was asleep himself in bed. When she reached the bedroom. She needed to be careful not to wake him after the past few weeks with their work schedules.
She didn't bother to remove her clothing since she was going to be getting up soon.
Loreile was in the waiting room waiting for any word on her husband. When Doctor Taft came in to let her know that one Leroy Jethro Gibbs is going to be waking very soon.
"Go ahead Loreile. I will take you to his room and try talking with him. But in the meantime I need a break with heading for my office to lay down on the couch for now. I was able to set up quarters for you in case you decide to stay during the rest of the night."
"Thanks doc!" She had gotten up from the ugly green chair to hug her friend.
She walked down to his unit still thinking about the woman that she bumped into the elevator before moving out. She reached and walked inside to see a nurse taking down notes onto her husband's medical file in her hand.
"Mrs. Gibbs your husband is doing well considered having been shot in the stomach. Thanks to using the laser to remove every single fragment of the bullet from the lining of his stomach." she said with checking his heart rate and numbers for his blood pressure to be almost normal for him at his age.
Loreile pulled up a chair to be sitting next to him while she placed the medical file back into place. "By the way the patient can have ice chips when he wakes?" she says with opening the door to leave with heading back to the nurses station.
"Okay now Jethro let's try this again baby with waking up. I need to be hearing your voice?" she cried out with a tone of almost breaking.
Moments later...She heard a moan escaping from his mouth alerting her. "Jethro you're here again in the hospital after being shot in the stomach at your own house." she commented with pushing back his silver fox hair back while kissing him on the bridge of his nose since his right cheek was all bruised from the rifle...
There was a flutter of eye movements from him as if he was trying to see with some slight blurriness. "There you go Gibbs, you can do it like always?" she cried out with continued to coax him further.
She went to grab the grey water pitcher to see if there was any ice chips and there were. She took off the top to place a generous amount into his mouth having to be extremely dry.
"Is that better?" she commented..
He shook his head in agreement. "Where is Taft?" he croaked out for the moment...
"He's around Jethro. Cyril and Doctor Gilbert were able to save your life with using the laser. I heard that the gallery up above was packed watching the surgery since the word had gotten around the hospital." she says with a smile even though a tire one at that.
"It must has something to do with my charming reputation?" he smirk with the smugass remark as always.
"OH! BOY! You're not sick at all buster with that remark of yours." she decided to give him a bruising kiss on his lips to catch him off guard.
"Love you, sweetie." he said...With a slight grimace showing on his face slightly that she caught with her eagle eyes.
"Are you alright Jethro?" now she was concern with asking the question.
"Slight pain otherwise it comes and goes ever since I woke up." he commented...
"Do you want me to call for Doctor Taft to give you further pain medication?" she asked...
"No I will be alright Loreile. I just need to rest a little. Why don't you rest yourself knowing that you're tired. Why don't you come back at seven o'clock?"
"Sure I could use the sleep since the quarters are on the sixth floor. Please try to stay out of trouble Jethro?" she cried out loud with getting up with kissing him again...
"Who me a troublemaker?" Gibbs responded with Loreile kissing him hard and passionate once again before leaving...
Heading down to the elevator Loreile bumped into this woman with black hair like hers telling her that she was sorry walking out to head for ICU. She had no idea just which room she was walking to at this point. While she shook her head for a moment with heading inside with pressing the 6th floor.
Meanwhile Leroy Jethro Gibbs was going to have some surprise in store for him this time. When Kelly knocked on onto the door with walking inside once again with Gibbs opening his eyes again to see the same woman from before.
"Are you lost again?" Gibbs needed to asked with the question.
"No daddy I am not! I have come to the right room after watching your surgery in the operating room gallery." she said with Gibbs picking up with the word daddy.
"Wait a minute you called me daddy? who the hell are you?" he asked with concern with his tone of voice.
"I am Kelly Gibbs Hawkins married to Colonel James Hawkins of the Witness Protection Program for the past 11 years with two little boys. I was able to change my hair color with their help as with mother your wife Shannon alive as well and married to Alex Anderson a contractor of the Naval base in California. Daddy we died in that crashed with mommy calling the Witness Protection Program having found out that Pedro Hernandez was going to be killing us and it did happened with NIS agent Curt Mitchell and two agents posing as us were killed." she said...
"You will get a chance to see Shannon tonight with our husbands at seven o'clock. I have already bumped into your wife Loreile a very beautiful woman I might say. Are you willing to agree to the meeting?" she asked while watching his reaction.
"Yes." he said though his heart was racing a mile an hour as with his blood pressure.
