Well, hopefully I'm improving my writing. I've decided it's a definite KIBBS, and I could use some help. Suggestions?
"I performed maxillomandibular fixation, and –" The line clicked, and went dead. "Hello? Agent Gibbs?" Dr. Stanton turned to Sam and Dr. Phung.
"He hung up on me." The other two looked surprised.
"What? Is he coming?" Sam was looking angry. "He's not just going to leave her here?" Stanton shook his head.
"I don't think so. He seemed pretty worried, but he kind of gave the impression he was a bit of a, a …"
"What?" Stanton looked slightly sheepish.
"A bastard, really."
NCIS
The elevator dinged as Tony walks out, holding a large coffee cup. Taking a deep breath, he swung around the cubicle divider and over to his boss' desk.
"Boss, my car broke down, and then I…" he trailed off as he realized the desk was devoid a cranky ex-jarhead. "…brought you a coffee…Probie!" He turned to the only occupied desk in the vicinity. "Where's Gibbs? For that point, where's Kate?"
"I don't know, Tony, neither of them were here when I arrived," McGee replied without looking up.
"And you didn't think that was odd at all?" At Tony's incredulous question, McGee looked up, puzzled.
"Is that…unusual?" Tony had his stupid-probie look on again.
"Probie, let me ask you a question. Has Gibbs or Kate ever been late?" Understanding dawned on Tim's face.
"Uh, no. But I'm sure they're fine." They stared at each other for a few seconds. Then McGee broke the silence. "I'll take Abby, you take Ducky?"
"Sounds good."
NCIS
Dr. Phung smiled reassuringly at the man in the hospital bed. "You'll be fine, Mr. Shelley, it's a very simple procedure." He paused as he saw an older man in a long coat arguing with the nurse on duty at reception. "Excuse me, Mr. Shelley, I'll be right back." He walked up to the counter.
"Sam? Is there a problem?" He caught sight of one of the new security guards and gestured slightly. The guard nodded. The man still looked pissed.
"Look. I need to see Agent Todd, and I need to see her right now. Now, you can either tell me where she is in the next five seconds, or I can search every fucking room and find out where she is."
"Todd? Caitlin Todd?" Phung waved the security guard away. "Are you Agent Gibbs?"
"Yes. Where is she?" Gibbs felt a little better. The doctor didn't have the hesitation that suggested anyone had died. He followed him into a hallway and into a small room, then felt his heart stop.
"Kate…" Phung felt contrite. This man obviously cared deeply for this woman.
"I'll get the doctor that operated on her; he can tell you more about her condition." Dr. Phung left, closing the door quietly behind him. Gibbs pulled a chair up to the hospital bed.
"Kate…Jesus…" Her jaw was swollen and bruised, and there were metal pins and wires keeping it in place. For all of the machines around her and all the metal in her face, she looked incredibly peaceful, her chest rising and falling gently. He reached out, fingers just above her jaw, and brushes her bangs back behind her ears.
Then he pulls out his cell phone, and calls the office. He really, really wants to find out who did this. Really.