Let Me Look After You
Author: VerityFrancesB
Category: Romance, Humor; (H/C)
Rating: PG
Contents: Jenny is sick. (... and nothing more needs to be said.)
A/N: I don't know how the hell I got talked into this, especially considering I am the ill one and I should be demanding fluff, but Ellie can be very persuasive.
There was something definitely wrong with her. It wasn't like her to avoid eye contact, or to look flushed in a team leader meeting. Actually looking flushed was a given if he was sitting next to her with his hand up her skirt, but he definitely wasn't doing that right now, so she had no reason to look flushed. Bending down to pick up the pen that he ‘accidentally' dropped on the floor; he happily noted that no one had their hand on her thigh. Much like him, Jen didn't get sick. He thought back to this morning, trying to remember if anything had been wrong, if he had said anything, she had been quiet granted but he hadn't thought anything of it, he had thought she was tired. They had only recently started seeing each other again and had been spending nights reacquainting their selves with each other, he grinned at the memories, it had been far too long, and they were making up for lost time.
"Anyone have anything else to add? Gibbs?" He started slightly at his name, shaking his head. He frowned slightly, noting her glassy eyes and far away look as she dismissed everyone and the team leaders shuffled out. Gibbs walked round to her and placed his hands on her face.
"What's up?" He asked. She shook him off and threw herself down in her chair.
"Nothing." She murmured, not bothering lift her head out of her hands. He rubbed her back and she lifted her head. "Just tired." She tried to smile.
"Not buying it." He answered. "Remember I know you and your right eye twitches when you lie?" She glanced up at him and he caught her chin, preventing her from looking away. He searched her face. "Hmmm."
"What exactly does ‘hmmm' mean?"
"You have a temperature. I would guess one of about 100." He placed a hand on her forehead and nodded to himself.
"Jethro, I am really busy, I don't have time to be sick." She placed her head on her arms. He ran his hand through her hair, massaging the back of her neck. She looked up as she felt his fingers leave.
"Where are you going? I was enjoying that."
"Getting you something." He replied, striding out of her office.
"Oh no Jethro, I don't want any coffee...Jethro?" She called after him. She slumped back into her chair, great, not only did she have a temperature, but she was now cursed with Jethro being her self appointed nurse maid, a temperature she could handle.
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By the time he came through her door again, not bursting through it this time, she was happy to note, she wanted to die. Her head was pounding and she felt really lightheaded.
"I bought you something." He held a mug in front of her face, she wrinkled her nose.
"Jethro, I really can't deal with coffee right now, ok?"
"Just drink the damn thing Jen, stop being so stubborn and let me take care of you." He glared down at her and gestured to the mug again, she gave in and took it.
"Its chamomile tea." She sounded surprised, and she took a sip.
"You think I would give you coffee when you told me you didn't want any? Besides, chamomile is good for temperatures and I would say yours is about..." He placed his hand on her forehead again, she closed her eyes as his cold hand soothed the pounding a little, "...102 now."
"That accurate, huh?" She questioned.
"Go home Jen." She looked up at him, slightly amused that he was giving the orders. "I can take care of this place for an afternoon."
Oh no, I want an agency to come back to, Jethro. No, I'm fine; I'll go home later..."
"Now." He cut her off. She seemed to consider it, and obviously her pounding head won over her sense of responsibility, because she visibly gave up arguing.
"Ok." She replied, picking up a few files, shoving them in her briefcase and picking up her phone. He pulled the briefcase out of her hands.
"No work." He ordered and pushed her out of the door, barking at Cynthia on the way past, whilst Jen threw her a sympathetic look and mouthed "sorry" at her. He all but threw her into the elevator, giving her a brief kiss, before pulling away. She looked at him suggestively.
"Since I am going home, and we both no you don't actually do my job when I am not here...why don't you come with me?" She pulled on the lapels of his jacket, loving the instant pleasure that crossed his face when she pulled him close. His lips hovered over hers for a second, until he detached himself, much to her disappointment. He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her forehead.
"We can share germs later, right now you need to sleep." She frowned at him as the elevator doors closed.
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When he finally got to her home that night, after writing a note to himself reminding him never to send Jen home early again, she was in the bath, her eyes closed, surrounded by candles. He leant his head on the doorframe as he looked at her. It was going to take a long time until the sight of her no longer took his breath away.
"You going to stand there all night?" She asked, one eye cracked open. He chuckled and pulled her towel off the rail and held it open for her.
"Hot baths aren't good for temperatures Jenny...out." She blinked at him in wonder.
"Did you just order me out of my own bath?" She asked incredulously. He dropped the towel, grabbed her hands and pulled her up. She automatically wound her arms around his neck, dripping water all over him. He picked her up and out of the bath, placing her carefully back on her feet. She continued to hold onto him, knowing that he could never resist a wet naked body. He closed his eyes briefly, then once again detached himself from her, wrapped the towel around her and pushed her towards her bedroom.
"If I have to dress you myself Jen, I will." He threatened. She sat on her bed, looking and feeling very sorry for herself. Not only did she have a temperature of 102, she also couldn't dissuade Gibbs from his role of nurse by plastering her naked self to him. He sat down behind her and kissed her neck, winding his arms around her waist, pulling her firmly against him.
"Come here." He said placing a kiss on her hair, "Sleep now, I have got chicken soup for later."
"You're too good to me." She murmured, already half asleep.
"I know," He said, smoothing her hair, "I know."
FIN