A/N: A new series idea: I'm going to do a collection of oneshots with all my favourite fandoms where someone gets sick and they're taken care of and compile them into one big oneshot collection! The fandoms will be:

NCIS

Dark Angel

The Royals.

White Collar.

Arrow.

Gossip Girl.

Criminal Minds

Tiny Pretty Things.

Suits.

The Vampire Diaries.

Shadowhunters.

Divergent series.

The Hunger Games.

The Avengers.

Ironman.

When love comes to Town.

Purple Hearts.

I'll add more fandoms into the series if I want more, but as always updates will be scattered, so bear with me!

I'll put the fandom in the title, so enjoy, Angels.

Oneshot 1 title: Food poisoning (JIBBS, NCIS)

Oneshot 1 summary: Jen gets food poisoning and Jethro takes care of her when he finds out.

NCIS Director Jenny Shepard wakes up from a deep sleep with her entire body aching. It feels like she did a full workout at the gym without a break and didn't stretch beforehand. She feels a headache building in her skull, her stomach twisting with nausea. She pulls her covers off her and stumbles into her bathroom, throwing herself down in front of her toilet just before she throws up everything in her stomach which isn't a lot seeing as she only ate lunch yesterday.

Once her stomach is emptied and she's finished dry heaving, Jenny stands up on shaky legs and walks over to her sink, turning on the cold water and splashing on her face in hopes it'll make her feel a little bit better. It doesn't. She groans as her headache makes itself known by pounding from all sides of her skull. Looking at the time on her cellphone which she left on the bathroom counter the night before, she sees it's 0530, the time she usually gets up for work. Shit, there's no way I can go to work throwing up like this! The redheaded Director thinks to herself just before another wave of vomit crawls up her throat, forcing her back down in front of the toilet to empty her stomach again. After throwing for the second time in five minutes and taking two Advil on a very empty stomach, Jenny walks out of her bathroom and crawls in bed, snuggling into her warm covers and falling asleep with, for reasons unknown to the sick redhead, memories of a blue eyed and silver haired former Marine Sniper turned NCIS Agent floating through her pounding head.

At NCIS Headquarters, a worried Cynthia Sommers walks down the catwalk steps to Leroy Jethro Gibbs desk at 0730. The agent looks up from his paperwork and frowns when he sees the assistant.

"Can I help you, Cynthia?" He growls out sarcastically. Cynthia sighs. "Have you heard from the Director this morning, Agent Gibbs?" She asks the agent who shakes his head.

"No, why?" He asks, not seeming concerned that his boss, who was once his agent, hasn't turned up at work yet. Cynthia withholds a frustrated sigh. "She's not in her office, MTAC or at her usual coffee shop and she's not answering her cell phone, and her office door is locked. She's not here, Agent Gibbs." The man smirks as he leans closer to the young worried woman. "Cynthia, it's only 0730. When Jen was an agent on my team, she came into work with a hangover so bad she couldn't see straight, but even hungover, she came in." Cynthia raises her eyebrows. "Meaning what exactly? What does the Director coming in with a hangover when she was a field agent have to do with why she isn't here?" Cynthia says frustratingly. Agent Gibbs sighs. "It means that she'll come in eventually. Just give her time to get herself sorted and don't badger her, trust me, it won't do anything." Agent Gibbs tells her with a rare smile as he speaks about their redheaded boss. Cynthia nods her head before walking back up the catwalk steps to her office without another word to the silver haired agent.

It's 1030 and Leroy Jethro Gibbs is officially worried about Jenny Shepard, his boss, ex-probie and ex-lover. She hasn't turned up at work. She's never not turned up for work in all the years he's known her, even when she was hungover. She got shot in the shoulder by a suspect, took the afternoon off and was in the office before he was the following day. Hell she even came into work sick a few months ago. Suddenly a light bulb goes off in head: the only time Jen was off work was when she got food poisoning from some Chinese place when they were working a case. She must have got food poisoning again. Gibbs sighs as he picks up his coat and car keys, ignoring the looks he's getting from his young agents. He wonders what she's eaten this time to get sick.

Gibbs lets himself into Jen's darkened townhouse using the key he had her give him when she first started out on his team. 'In case of an emergency and you need me to come without opening the door for me. ' He had told her when she asked why he was requesting a key to her house, the only reason he hadn't given it her back was because she told him to keep hold of it. 'Who knows? There might be an emergency and I need you to come in without me opening the door for you.' She had said, throwing his own words back at him with a smile when he held the key out to her in her brand new office the first week of her Directorship. He walks up the staircase to her closed bedroom door. He twists the doorknob and enters the dark room, his blue eyes zero in on Jen's bed. She's asleep, curled up in her bed. She looks so sick. He walks over to her bed silently, and shakes her shoulder gently, whispering her name.

"Jen." He whispers quietly. Jen doesn't stir so he shakes her a little harder. "Jen, wake up." He says, Jen moans and bats his hand away from her shoulder before her eyes snap open. "J..Jethro?" She asks sleepily, sitting up and leaning against her headboard, looking like she'll throw up any minute. "Ugh, my head." The redhead groans, closing her eyes.

"What are you doing here, Jethro?" Jen asks with her eyes closed. Jethro just smirks and takes a seat on her bed. "I'm here because you never came to work today and the only reason you wouldn't show up is if you had food poisoning, so what did you eat this time?" His eyes twinkle with amusement. Before Jen can answer his question, she's running to her bathroom and dropping to her knees in front of her toilet, Jethro follows her, pulling her hair away from her face, holding it in a ponytail made by his hand and rubbing her back as she throws up and dry heaves. She flushes the chain and sighs in exhaustion. .

"I just had coffee and a chicken salad at lunch yesterday." Jen answers his earlier question before standing up and brushing her teeth. Jethro watches as Jen brushes her teeth, watching in case she needs help steadying herself. Jen finishes brushing her teeth and walks back into her bedroom, collapsing onto her bed with a pained groan, Jethro feels his heart break. He hates seeing her in pain.

"Jethro, if I even think about ordering a chicken salad again, head slap me." Jen demands, her voice muffled by her pillow, Jethro chuckles from where he's standing in the doorway of her bathroom, staring at her. "Oh I will." He says as he comes over to her bed, he tucks her comforter around her and kisses her forehead.

"I'll be here when you wake up, Jen." Jethro says as he watches Jen's green eyes flutter closed.

Jenny wakes up to the feeling of someone stroking her forehead with a wet cloth. Her eyes open and she stares into Jethro's blue eyes. She smiles as she sees Jethro putting a cloth in a bowl of water and handing her a glass of water and two Advil.

"Thank you." She says. Jethro returns the smile and helps her sit up. Her head doesn't feel like someone has hit her with the butt of her gun, her muscles aren't aching and she doesn't feel nauseous anymore. "What time is it?" The redhead asks, noting the sky is light. Jethro sits down in front of her. "Almost 0700." The agent says, Jen's green eyes widen. "What?! I slept the whole day yesterday?!" She exclaims. Jethro nods, a smirk on his face. "You were sick, you needed to sleep the food poisoning off." Jen nods her head before she gets out of bed and walks to her chest of drawers and gets out a pair of black sweatpants and a t-shirt. She heads into the bathroom and turns on the shower, leaving Jethro alone in her bedroom.

Dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt and no longer feeling like death, Jen walks into her bedroom, bypassing Jethro who has made her bed and opened her curtains and is sitting on her made bed and goes downstairs to the kitchen and making herself a coffee for the first time in two days. Footsteps enter the kitchen and she wordlessly hands Jethro a cup of coffee.

"Thank you, Jethro." Jen says softly. Jethro smiles into his coffee cup.

"Anytime, Jen, I've told you that."

The Director and her agent drink their coffee in silence.

A\N: First oneshot in my new 'sickness' series. Enjoy, Angels.