Going Home at Last
"How DO you plan on getting the boat out of your basement, Boss?"
Gibbs looked up at Tony. "Don't know yet. I figured I'd think about that when it was finished."
They both looked over at the door as McGee walked in. "Ready, Boss?" he asked brightly. Tony glanced over at him, jealous that he'd been discharged the day before.
"McGee, I've been ready since the moment I got here." He slid off the bed, and grabbed his duffle bag. "Doc says I can go back to work tomorrow. In the meantime, I really need coffee. A real cup this time. Not those shot glasses Ducky's been bringing." Tony looked longingly at them. "See you soon?" he asked, hopefully.
"Uh-huh," McGee nodded. "The sooner we can get you around on your crutches, the sooner you can blow this pop stand too."
"Ahhhhhh," Tony sighed. "Remind me to thank you, McGee. You've gone above and beyond."
"Tell me about it," McGee answered, rolling his eyes and grinning. "Abby will be around shortly for a visit. Palmer said he'd be stopping by too, Ducky's tied up in autopsy today. He wants a real report so he's sending Palmer to fetch. Oh, and Ziva said she's almost finished with your desk." He chuckled at the look of alarm on Tony's face. "Just kidding," he said, chuckling softly. Tony shook his head. "The doc figures I'm close to being paroled, maybe tomorrow if I can get around with the crutches to his satisfaction. I'll miss the nurses but I really want to go home. I hate hospitals." McGee nodded. "I'll be back later. You can show off your mobility to the nurses before you leave, maybe it will be tomorrow if you're lucky. They'll be in awe of you Tony. They'll wonder how the hell you did it without their help."
Gibbs sighed impatiently. "There's coffee in them thar hills," he said to McGee. "And you're on the scent, Boss. Got it. See ya later, Tony," McGee said, as he followed Gibbs out the door.
Tony watched after them, and sighed. He was already lonely