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Gibbs had only met two doctors he liked. One was Ducky and the other was a Dr. Stevens, who had been part of the navy.

Of course, he didn't dislike doctors without good reason, and he had liked all of his doctors until they had found something wrong with him, after that he disliked them, put could put up with them. However, this time he actually hated his doctor.

It was a fiery hate, only that revolved around one of the many things Gibbs loved, coffee.

Coffee, was one of the few constant things in his life, along with, the constant bickering of Tony and Kate, Abby's peppiness, Duckys kindness, and McGee's, well, he wasn't sure what about McGee, but, there was some reason he had kept him around.

He knew that they would support him in this, horrible time, but, he also knew they would tease him and possible take advantage of the situation. Pulling up the only place that made 'Caff-Pows' He entered and greeted the shop owner. The owner and Gibbs had never formerly introduced themselves but were friends.

"Good morning Obi-Wan" Skywalker greeted Gibbs.

"Hardly, Ani." Gibbs/Obi-Wan huffed slightly. It was barely 8 in the morning and already he was feeling the strain of the doctors orders. Skywalker glanced and Gibbs, and indignantly noticed the lack of a coffee. The shop did not allow outside food or drink until, Skywalker had met Obi-Wan. It seemed the only way to keep the man's business was to allow his coffee, so in the window, underneath the 'no outside food or drink' hung another notice stating, 'Unless your Obi-Wan.'

A few star wars fans had attempted to get in with coffee, but, Skywalker had informed them that they were not the correct Obi-Wan.

"You don't have coffee." remarked Skywalker as he prepared the 'Caff-Pow'. He guessed the Obi-Wan did not drink them himself, but rather bought them for a friend. He wished he could meet the person Obi-Wan was buying them for. They would be quite the interesting person he guessed. Obi-Wan had attempted to drink one once, but had failed.

"Don't remind me." Muttered Obi-Wan. The drink was prepared and Gibbs took out his wallet to pay, but Skywalker stopped him, telling him it was one the house. He sincerely hoped Obi-Wan's day got better.

"Hello, Gibbs!" greeted the security man who was at the entrance of NCIS headquarters, "Nice day?" he asked noticing that Gibbs had a 'Caff-Pow!' but no coffee.

Gibbs just growled under his breath.

"That's what I thought!" laughed the guard who, after making sure Gibbs had no bombs on him, let him into the building.

Janice, a receptionist, loved her job. She did every task, quickly, correctly and with a dazzling smile. In fact she had been a receptionist at NCIS, since it had opened it's doors, and despite many promotion offers, she had kept her job. Janice had become a receptionist elsewhere when she was just 22 years old. Three weeks ago she had celebrated her 69th birthday.

Having worked there for over 10 years, she had seen her fair share of bad days. When people were fired, many would come see her. If they were sick, all knew Janice had a cure. Angry at someone? Tell Janice, she'll help you sabotage their access codes! And she would do so with a smile.

Janice, had known Gibbs for a while now, and being older than him often yelled at him for being a 'Young, Coffee-drinking, punk', she also knew of his coffee addiction.

She had only seen Gibbs without his coffee three times. One day, Kate, 'The new Girl', Janice called her, even though many had been hired since her, had spilled Gibbs' coffee, another day he had been running late (Janice, did not want to know why.) and the other time was when a director had knocked it out of his hands.

And now there was today. Gibbs had a bigger-than-normal scowled plastered upon his face and a giant thing of something for The Nice Girl.

Janice had never learned Abby's name, and she suspected that, Abby did not know hers. Abby called her 'Grandma B', and often would stay late just so Janice didn't have to ride the bus home.

"You!" she yelped. For an old lady, she had a bunch of energy, "Punk boy!" Gibbs stopped mid step and walked over to her, knowing it was best not to mess with Janice.

"You have no coffee. Should I order some for you?" Janice asked, knowing his dislike, of office coffee.

"As much as I would like coffee, you shouldn't order it for me." he walked off without explaining, and Janice got back to her work.

"Good morning Janice!" greeted Tony as he walked in with his trademark smile, "Could you help me?"

"Yes, Tony, I probably could help you, what is it?" Tony was one of the few people that she called by their real name, or nickname, anyway.

"I think I just saw Gibbs enter, an I didn't notice that he had any c-"

Janice put her finger to his lips and nodded worriedly.

"So he does have any coffee? Why?"

"I don't know. But! He did tell me that I shouldn't order any."

This was confusing Tony and he walked off, wondering about it.

"Tony?" Kate answered into her phone, wondering what was going on. Tony wouldn't call her if he was going to be late to work, and work started very soon.

"Kate, Do you see Gibbs yet?"

"No…" she wondered where this was going, thinking the worst. Perhaps Tony had seen a car that looked like Gibbs' in a horrible accident, or had passes Gibbs house, only to see that it was blown up or-

"Go to Abby's lab. He doesn't have coffee."

Both hung up and Kate grabbed her stuff and rushed off the see Abby. To not only warn her but to hide with her. If Gibbs didn't have coffee, then well, she didn't want to know. Wait? Gibbs had a loaded gun in his desk, just in case. Did she dare go back and remove the bullets? No it was to risky.

Abby loved caffeine, and her favorite way of getting it? Caff-pows, defiantly won. She could drink three of four a day if she wanted to, but usually limited herself to two.

It was eight thirty, and she had a bit of a craving for it already. She had been trying not to drink them until past nine, but no matter how much sugar she ate at breakfast, she always wanted one early in the morning.

The taste on cocoa puffs were still in her mouth as she got back to work on a project from yesterday. It was DNA and, possibly, she hoped, some hacking. Hacking and Caff-Pows were a great combo.

Her thoughts drifted back to the drink.

"Abs?" Came Gibbs' voice. It sounded different somehow.

"Caffeine!" Abby lunged at him, making him scowl more. He hated that word right now. Caffeine. "Gibbs. Why don't you have coffee. Oh no! What happened?" The last time she had seen hi without coffee was at a brunch with Ducky, Her, Gibbs and Gibbs' ex-wife. Sometimes, she noticed they made him hate coffee.

"We'll be having a little meeting in here." he sighed sitting down. Now Abby knew something was wrong Gibbs NEVER sat. Not even when he had to do desk work.

Abby took out her cell phone and called Ducky and handed it to Gibbs who told Ducky to get down to Abby's lab.

Abby then dialed McGee, who was rather confused.

They got Tony's answering machine, meaning, and it took Abby a minute to explain this to Gibbs, that he had another call. Gibbs was insistent that, if he were talking to someone they would get a bust signal.

"But, Gibbs. It's a cell phone!" She told him, with pleading eyes. But Gibbs refused to understand.

"Fine. We'll just call Kate." but, before Abby could complete dialing Kate's number Kate walked in.

"Your turning into Gibbs!" Abby announced, relieving her of her stuff, "your always prepared AND your psychic!" Abby smiled cheerfully.

"Let's call Tony again." Gibbs sighed as Ducky entered.

"Caitlin, what is going on?" he whispered into her ear. She shrugged, and the pair sat down. Why did Abby have so many chairs? Wondered Kate.

Tony and McGee arrived about five minutes later.

"So, Gibbs, you have called us all here for a meeting?" Abby looked at him and took a sip of her Caff-Pow!

"I have bad news," He begun.

"Your house was blown up?"

"You got a pet cat and it died?"

"You got re-married?"

"Janice decided to kill you?

"Skywalker died?"

All pitched in their respective ideas.

"No," He fiddled with his sleeve, "I guess it's worse than bad. Terrible really."

"You had sex with an ex-wife and she became pregnant?"

"Your pregnant?"

"Were all being fired?"

"The Caff-Pow! Machine blew up?"

"We have to work with a k-9 unit?"

TBC… Maybe?