Gibbs: You don't have to make breakfast for me every day Dad.
Gibbs woke up the first morning of his Father's stay to the smell of bacon and if remembered correctly, some blue berry pancakes.
"I didn't think I had blue berries." Gibbs poured himself a liberal cup of coffee.
"I was surprised you had eggs." Jackson placed a few pancakes on the plate and set it in front of his son.
"Last time you were here you tried to make my team fat…"
"Nothing fattening about a hearty breakfast. Now eat up."
Gibbs slowly began to eat and suddenly felt six years old again. "How'd you sleep?"
"Didn't."
He set down his coffee. "You're safe here Dad."
"I wasn't scared son…just have a hard time sleeping the day after automatic machine guns were fired at me…don't you?"
Gibbs didn't respond and stared into the abyss of his coffee cup.
"Sorry son, just a little on edge."
"Nothing to be sorry about."
A moment of silence passed.
"Don't let those pancakes get cold now…"
Gibbs did as he was told and set his plate inside the sink before finishing their conversation.
"I won't let anything happen to you."
Jackson wasn't surprised by the sentiment. "I know Leroy…"
"I don't start fights I can't win."
"I know that too."He watched his son finish his second cup of coffee before moving towards the front door. "Just remember that she might bring friends."
Gibbs hid a smile. "So will I…"