Fic: Exit Stage Right (Part Three) Gen
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“That him?” Gibbs nodded toward the open door where the only things visible were a pair of feet covered by a pink blanket. Jethro didn’t know what that was about. As his far as his experiences with hospitals went, pink tended to be related with girls. A joke maybe, DiNozzo did seem the type to inspire others to mess with him.
A young, pretty nurse looked up from where she was scribbling something on a clipboard. Her long, brown hair tied back in one of those elaborate twists that women liked to put their hair in. She smiled, showing a nice row of pearly white teeth and dimples. “I’m sorry?”
Jethro motioned to the room again, 307 according to his source. “Detective DiNozzo, heard they were keeping him overnight.”
That made the nurse pause. She glanced down at her wristwatch then at the clock on the wall as if confirming something. Jethro could guess. “Wow, time sure flies.” She muttered then straightened, gaining that air of professionalism that made Jethro want to sigh. “I’m sorry, but visiting hours are over, mister . . .” She gave him a meaningful look, a little coy around the edges, finger twirling a lock of hair that’d come lose, leaning her body just so that the nurse’s uniform tightened in all the right places.
Jethro took a moment to admire those nice curves before he gave her a lopsided grin. “Gibbs,” He withdrew his badge from his pocket and flashed it, “Special Agent, NCIS.”
The pretty nurse flushed, all coyness gone from her stance. “Well, sir –”
“Gibbs.” He cut-in smoothly. His let his grin go a little bit wider and with it enough boyish charm to get him what he wanted.
As expected, the nurse blushed, some coyness back in her posture though it was tempered by a sudden bout of shyness. She fidgeted in place, turned one way then the other, before saying in a lowered tone, “Yes, Gibbs, visiting hours –”
“I’m actually here on officially business.” He motioned to his badge in his hand. “I need to get Detective DiNozzo’s statement to close a case of mine.”
“Oh, well,” She squeaked, glanced at the hallway then back at the clock on the wall. “I guess but he’s sleeping.” She added quickly but Jethro was already moving.
“That’s fine, I’ll wait.” He swept into the room before she could change her mind. He heard her splutter in the background, but his focus was on the pink blanket thrown across the foot of the bed. The room was a double, though the other bed was empty and the curtain drawn back. A few machines beeped and there was a saline drip off to the side.
The room was dark save for the fluorescent light pouring from the hallway. Detective DiNozzo looked pale despite the dark. His breathing shallow, it hitched every so often. There was gauntness around his cheeks and eyes. His left wrist was encased in a cast and his left wrapped with bandages, an I.V. line snaked into that hand. Overall he looked like hell.
Jethro pulled up a nearby chair, which was one of three in the room placed around the bed. The place was littered with an impressive number of get-well cards, balloons, flower arrangements and gift baskets with chocolate and apples and some kind of stuffed animals.
He took the liberty of snatching a granny smith from one and a bar of chocolate from another. Not as good as good old fashioned caffeine, but it would have to do. “You sure are popular, DiNozzo.” He muttered as leaned back into the impossibly uncomfortable chair, propped his feet on the bed, and tucked in for the night.
Part One
Part Two
“That him?” Gibbs nodded toward the open door where the only things visible were a pair of feet covered by a pink blanket. Jethro didn’t know what that was about. As his far as his experiences with hospitals went, pink tended to be related with girls. A joke maybe, DiNozzo did seem the type to inspire others to mess with him.
A young, pretty nurse looked up from where she was scribbling something on a clipboard. Her long, brown hair tied back in one of those elaborate twists that women liked to put their hair in. She smiled, showing a nice row of pearly white teeth and dimples. “I’m sorry?”
Jethro motioned to the room again, 307 according to his source. “Detective DiNozzo, heard they were keeping him overnight.”
That made the nurse pause. She glanced down at her wristwatch then at the clock on the wall as if confirming something. Jethro could guess. “Wow, time sure flies.” She muttered then straightened, gaining that air of professionalism that made Jethro want to sigh. “I’m sorry, but visiting hours are over, mister . . .” She gave him a meaningful look, a little coy around the edges, finger twirling a lock of hair that’d come lose, leaning her body just so that the nurse’s uniform tightened in all the right places.
Jethro took a moment to admire those nice curves before he gave her a lopsided grin. “Gibbs,” He withdrew his badge from his pocket and flashed it, “Special Agent, NCIS.”
The pretty nurse flushed, all coyness gone from her stance. “Well, sir –”
“Gibbs.” He cut-in smoothly. His let his grin go a little bit wider and with it enough boyish charm to get him what he wanted.
As expected, the nurse blushed, some coyness back in her posture though it was tempered by a sudden bout of shyness. She fidgeted in place, turned one way then the other, before saying in a lowered tone, “Yes, Gibbs, visiting hours –”
“I’m actually here on officially business.” He motioned to his badge in his hand. “I need to get Detective DiNozzo’s statement to close a case of mine.”
“Oh, well,” She squeaked, glanced at the hallway then back at the clock on the wall. “I guess but he’s sleeping.” She added quickly but Jethro was already moving.
“That’s fine, I’ll wait.” He swept into the room before she could change her mind. He heard her splutter in the background, but his focus was on the pink blanket thrown across the foot of the bed. The room was a double, though the other bed was empty and the curtain drawn back. A few machines beeped and there was a saline drip off to the side.
The room was dark save for the fluorescent light pouring from the hallway. Detective DiNozzo looked pale despite the dark. His breathing shallow, it hitched every so often. There was gauntness around his cheeks and eyes. His left wrist was encased in a cast and his left wrapped with bandages, an I.V. line snaked into that hand. Overall he looked like hell.
Jethro pulled up a nearby chair, which was one of three in the room placed around the bed. The place was littered with an impressive number of get-well cards, balloons, flower arrangements and gift baskets with chocolate and apples and some kind of stuffed animals.
He took the liberty of snatching a granny smith from one and a bar of chocolate from another. Not as good as good old fashioned caffeine, but it would have to do. “You sure are popular, DiNozzo.” He muttered as leaned back into the impossibly uncomfortable chair, propped his feet on the bed, and tucked in for the night.
Part One
Part Two
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Date: 2011-10-04 09:16 am (UTC)Just wanted to check that this was the final part of the story so I know whether to cross it off my list or not. :-)
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