Ducky came up into the bullpen. Abby had told him told the doctor that Gibbs had a cold. Ducky had come up to check on his friend.

Gibbs had his head down on the desk. He was coughing. Both Kate and Tony wore a worried looks. The desk was covered in Kleenex.

"Jethro," said Ducky. Gibbs looked up at the doctor. "You don't look so good."

"Thanks," said Gibbs. "You know, you could give me something to make me feel better!"

"Jethro," said Ducky. "Go home and rest and get better. I am sure I can find someone to play nurse for you." Ducky smiled down at the younger man.

"Don't even go there, Ducky," said Gibbs. "Anyway, I have paperwork to do."

"Jethro, if you don't rest and get better," said Ducky, "you are going to end up in the hospital."

"Well, I can't figure out how the hell I got a cold in the first place!" said Gibbs.

"It's not like you can dictate you are healthy or sick," said Duck.

Tony started to laugh. "Gibbs dictates everything," he said.

Gibbs lifted his head off his desk and gave Tony a dirty look.

"Jethro," said Ducky. "Go home and rest." Reaching over, Ducky put his hand on Gibbs' forehead. "Jethro, you have a fever. If I have to call an ambulance to take you to the hospital, I will."

"All right," said Gibbs. "I'll go home." Gibbs got up and gathered his stuff. "If you need me, call me. I am going home to bed." Grabbing his coat, Gibbs made his way over to the elevator.