Gibbs woke up the next morning feeling foggy. He vomited violently all over the blankets. He woke up like this twice last night. The others stood up. Brenna got a few wet washcloths. Tony and McGee helped to hold him up as Ducky lifted the bed to meet him. Abby and Ellie rubbed his back as he leaned forward a few more inches and puked all over the blanket again.

"Easy you're okay" Jimmy said as he groaned and tried to slow his breathing.

"We have you're six" Tony said.

"Ya think" he croaked back, getting smirks.

He finished this round of puking by slumping into the pillows. Brenna wiped his mouth, Abby his neck and chest, as he groaned as another roll of nausea hit. He was shaking, his stomach burned from the force of the vomiting. The nurse came in a few minutes later and changed his bed sheets. She folded the blanket up and put it in the dirty linen hamper in his ICU room. Gibbs groaned when the nurse shifted him to each side twice, to get the one sheet off and the other one on the bed. She covered him up with a blanket. Abby and Brenna sat with a knee bent by his thighs. McGee and Jimmy sat next to them. Ducky sat in between Jimmy and Ellie, Tony sat next to McGee.

"Alright, it's alright." Gibbs looked at the worried faces and smiled slightly to reassure them.

"'M ok" he said hoarsely.

"Do you need anything?" Abby asked.

"Water" he croaked. Brenna held his tired head and Abby held the cup to his lips. He took a few slow, small sips. Brenna set his head down when he stopped drinking.

"There ya go, need anything else?" Tony asked as he helped Ducky pull the blanket up to his chest. They got a vomit bag setting it on the table.

"Cold" it wasn't a symptom.

"I was just about to turn up the heat when you woke up." Ellie said. Gibbs nodded as she got up and did so, then pulled his blanket shoulder level. Gibbs blearily blinked his eyes trying to stay awake.

"They found out how you were poisoned." Tony said.

"It was the orange juice they found a small pinprick hole in it, it probably happened when we picked it up." Abby said.

"The FBI is checking out every worker at the store we stopped at on the way down."Ducky informed him and Gibbs nodded.

"Hey just go to sleep, dad" Brenna encouraged and he sighed.

"I hate this."

"What?" Jimmy asked.

"Being this tired and invalid, I hate it." She and Tony Gibbs slapped him.

"Ow, what?" Gibbs asked looking confused, they rolled their eyes.

"You are not invalid, just sick." Ellie told him firmly and angrily. He looked shocked at her pissed face, she only ever looked happy. He looked around at the others and got the same glare. He smirked and nodded, weakly raising his hands to mid-bicep, in surrender.

"Okay, okay, just don't get a nine iron." He smirked as he faked a pleading tone. Ellie looked confused and concerned thinking he was delirious, but the others laughed.

"What am I missing?" She asked curiously.

"His second wife hit him over the head with a gulf club." Tony smirked at Gibbs scowl.

"What kind and why?" Ellie asked getting glared at for her chuckling.

"7 iron and non'ya" He replied.

"She said it was because he wouldn't sit and talk." McGee said smiling but it quickly fell away with the glare sent his way.

"In my defense we were in the middle of a case and I told her we would talk the next day when we were able to get the guy." They nodded knowing it was true. They turned back to the t.v. and Gibbs was snoring in seconds they relaxed back in their chairs. Abby and Brenna laid beside him with their arms under their heads and on their sides.