Chap 2

Gibbs was put on a slab and all his agents around him at a distance letting Dr. Mallard work his magic.

Kate was biting her index fingernail as she paced back and forth. Abby came to her side and held her.

"Don't worry Kate he'll be fine." Abby said comfortingly as she stroked Kate's long brown hair. "Here." She drew back and offered Kate some of her 'Caf Pow' Kate smiled and took a little sip letting the mixture of fruits and pop indulge her taste buds.

"Not bad." She said, but they all turned around when a single word came out of Gibbs's mouth.

"Kate…." He said as he sifted his head back and forth slowly, his eyes were still closed though. Kate walked up to him and held onto his hand, finding it hot and clammy.

"I'm here Gibbs." She turned towards Ducky for an explication.

"Don't fret my dear Caitlin he merely has the flu, I suggest you bring him home get him to bed and pump him with fluids." He said as he propped Gibbs on a shoulder and Tony came over to do the same.

Kate held open the door to her Mazda as Tony and McGee slipped him in the passenger's side. Kate carefully reclined the seat and gently laid Gibbs head down on the headrest. Tony buckled him up and was stepping back when Gibbs finally opened his eyes.

"What the hell are you doing Dinozzo?' He asked slowly bringing a hand to his hammering head. He looked around and noticed Kate get into the driver's seat.

"Kate's bringing you home boss, I'm taking over until she gets back. Don't worry." Tony said half proud and half worried of what Gibbs's reaction would be to the news.

"Like hell she is and over my dead body you are!" He bellowed then grasped his head at the latest drumming of his skull.

"If you don't let me bring you home Gibbs you don't have to worry about needing your body to let Tony work!" She snapped. She nodded at Tony and he shut the door; a little too hard for Gibbs's taste. He shut his eyes tight against the pain and gave up slipping once again to darkness.

Kate arrived 20 minutes later to Gibbs's house; she parked the car in the driveway, turned off the ignition and got out of the car. She jogged over and to Gibbs's side and opened the door. She unbuckled him and gently eased him out of the car, buckling under his weight.

"Damn it Gibbs you weigh a ton!" She said to herself as she hoisted his body a little on her shoulder and kicked the door shut. She slowly walked up the steps to his quaint little house and propped him against the door and leaning into him to prevent him from falling. "Gibbs, you have to help me, where are your keys?" She knew he wouldn't respond but it helped her to think she wasn't alone. She turned around facing him and he slumped against her; in which caused a big blush to sweep across her lightly freckled nose. His head was resting on hers as she blindly went through his jacket pocket for his keys.

"Kate…I think I'm going to be sick." Kate's eyes widened when she heard him say that and she twisted her head so he wouldn't get sick on her scalp but was a little too late as he managed to throw up all over her shirt.

"Perfect, great just great, this is always the way I like to be thanked…Getting puked on by my boss!" She mumbled as she found the keys and jammed them into the lock, while still trying to support Gibbs dead weight. She cringed when she felt the vomit seep through her blouse and touched her skin. She gave the key one last twist and pushed the door open violently. She ignored the smell and the weight of her boss as she half held and half dragged Gibbs to his room.

Once there she gently placed him on the bed, taking his shoes off and contemplating about his shirt.

"Gibbs, I have to change your shirt…work with me." She said in his ear to make sure he was listening but got a snore in return. Kate rolled her eyes and bit back a curse as she headed over to the window and shut the blinds then over to his dresser to fetch a new tee-shirt.

She was standing over him, trying to find the best way for him to get out of his jacket and dress shirt, she bit her lip and once again ignoring the mess over his jacket she gently took off his sports coat and threw it on the ground behind her, she pushed her sleeves up of her dirty blouse and started to undo the buttons of his shirt. She kept reprimanding herself about staring at his chest while she was doing her job, but more then once her body ignored the continuous threats she gave herself. When she finally undid the last button she gently rolled him over and slid his arm out from his shirt and did the same with the other.

Author's Note: Thanks for reading…Should I continue or stop whilst I'm behind please tell me! Tell me what you think…honestly ((except for the flames)) tehee

Brit -xox-