They noticed Gibbs shift and groan, on maternal instinct Brenna felt his forehead to see if he was any warmer. It had been a steady 102.3 but it seemed to be going higher. He started shivering more but not violently, curling tighter around himself. He was under a sheet, a blanket, and a comforter. She had his head in her lap, tucked into Jimmy's side and under his arm. Gibbs cracked his unfocused eyes oven slightly.

"Hey can you hand me the thermometer." She whispered, he took it off of the dresser on the left.

"Gibbs." He blearily looked over at her.

"I need to check your temperature, dad." She whispered.

He grunted out a mumbled, "hm." Jimmy got up and knelt in front of him.

"I know you're cold and tired but can you open your mouth, really quickly." Gibbs did but very slight, just enough for Jimmy to slide it in. He gently closed his mouth for him and held the thermometer in place; it beeped a few seconds later.

"Okay, just open up real quick." He said and Gibbs did. He closed his mouth for him.

"103.2, it's really gone up."

"Can you help me to the couch." He all but carried him there.

The others are in the living room, and looked up in sympathy at his pallor, sheen of sweat and looking like he would both drop and puke any minute. Tony and Ellie sat with their legs stretched on each side of the couch under the window. Abby and McGee curled together in the armchair next to them. Ducky sat on the other couch, leaning into the couch and feet on the coffee table.

"Oh poor lad, come here son." Ducky said as he put a pillow on his lap.

They laid him down with him grunting slightly. He laid down curled in a blanket, head on Ducky's lap. He pulled the blanket under his chin. Brenna smoothed his blankets down and tucked it under him.

"You need anything else?" Brenna asked sitting on the edge of the couch, by his drawn up knees.

"Juice"

"Okay, don't worry I'll get it." Jimmy did and helped him drink it all, after a few minutes it was gone.

Jimmy and Brenna sat curled in the recliner by ducky and the wall. They watched t.v. and joked, while Gibbs slept. He was so exhausted he didn't even stir. They had placed a bucket by the couch in case he needed to puke. He slept for a few hours, until lunch. He ate a little over half a bowl of soup. They smiled as he set it down and sat up. He lay, back resting into pillows, on the armrest. His head was resting against a few pillows. He watched t.v. with them, just relaxing and listening to them joking around. He puked violently, a half hour later, leaning over the side. He groaned, holding his stomach he laid back.

"Are you alright?" Brenna asked as she wiped his mouth.

"Yeah" he nodded weakly.

Ducky gave him his afternoon dose of antibiotics and other meds. They want him better as fast as possible. He sipped at a full cup of juice for a few minutes. An hour later he ate a small amount of soup. They were happy to see that his appetite seemed to be slowly coming back.

"I'm starting to think you just don't like my soup." Abby joked with a fake pout.

"Oh yeah like I could hate anything you do." He said chuckling. They laughed at the truth in his joke.

"Very true" McGee said smiling.

Gibbs went back to sleep for a few hour. He woke up for dinner. He had a grilled cheese with his small amount of soup. They thought it would help to get more protein in him. He had gained almost all of his weight. He weighted a very healthy amount. He weight 170lbs. They made sure he didn't lose very much weight. He himself made sure to eat as much as he could with what was put in front of him. He didn't want to lose any weight that would worry them. An hour after dinner he went to bed. They settled him in and went back into the living room. They went to bed a few hours after him. Luckily he didn't puke anything up that night. They took it as a very good sign of him getting better.