Part 3
*2 months later*
"Well Ellie," Shane said. "I'd say you're done with therapy. You're shoulder and leg both look much better. I'd say you're ready to be back in the field!"
I smiled. I was relieved that I could finally do something again.
The next day I sat down at my desk. I was the first on here, even before Gibbs, which surprised me. I just sat at my desk and waited. I didn't really have anything to do anyways. About an hour later, Gibbs walked out of the elevator.
"Gibbs," I said. "My shoulder and leg are feeling much better. I'm done with therapy and the doctor said that I'm ready to be back in the field."
"Ok."
"That's it? Just and 'ok,'" I said.
"Yeah."
Tony walked in, followed by McGee.
"Should we go back to the shop? He wasn't there last night," Tony said.
"Yeah, but bring Bishop with you too."
"Ah, finally! Thank you Gibbs!" I scurried out following Tim and Tony. Man, was it good to be back!
The following months were pretty normal as far it goes. New cases, suspects, criminals, dead people downstairs. But, I was really glad that I could work again. I felt needed and, I also think that Tony was genuinely glad to have me back. I think he even might have missed me a little bit. I smiled.
I think Gibbs has been going easy on me. I told him to push me. I think he just isn't used to me yet. I've heard lots about the agents that used to sit at my desk.
"That must be why he's going easy on me," I thought.
I came into work one day and I was the last on there. I looked at my watch. 0600. I was puzzled. Clearly Tony could tell that I was confused. Tim knew too. Gibbs was silent.
"You said I was going easy on you," Gibbs finally said.
"Well, yeah, but what does this have to do with anything?"
"Get to work, Bishop; you're late."
I smiled. It was good to be back.