"He's resting now," the doctor informed them, "Has he ever...tried suicide before?"

"No," Ducky said.

"We have him on suicide watch and we have restrained him," the doctor said. His name was Jack.

"Restrained him? What the hell can he do? Walk out on you?" Gibbs growled angrily.

"Jethro," Ducky warned and palced a hand on Gibbs's arm. He turned back to Jack. "If I may be blunt, Jack, restraining Anthony will do more harm than good," Ducky cocked his head slightly to the right.

"That may be, but he was very aggitated when he woke up. We were afraid he'd hurt himself and we couldn't sedate him because of his injuries. His body wouldn't be able to cope," Jack said. Ducky sighed and let go of Gibbs.

"You better release him right now!" Gibbs growled angrily.

"I'm sorry Agent Gibbs, I can't do that," Jack said, pushing back slightly in his chair to try to avoid the pure hatred directed at him from the blue eyes belonging to Gibbs.

"Then find me someone who can!" Gibbs growled.

"The psychiatri-"

"I don't CARE about some damn psychiatrist mumbo jumbo! My Agent will not be doing himself any further harm because he's safe now! Do you GET THAT?" Gibbs was almost shouting now. "My Agent thought there was no way out, he's been abused for years and he thought that we didn't know or didn't care. Now he knows we care, so there'll be no need for suicide watched and restraints!" Gibbs growled angrily. Jack sighed.

"What Jethro is trying to say, is that Anthony is safe now. He has no reason to try anything foolish again," Ducky said.

"He's depressed," Jack said.

"Yes, quite expected, wouldn't you say? But Anthony is not going to get better in a hospital. In fact he loathes hospital's, he had the plague you see, quite fascinating really, he opened a letter and inhaled some of the powder when he blew into the letter to open it. We went into immediate lockdown and, well, the rest, as they say, is history," Ducky said as Gibbs grunted next to him.

"He's had the plague?" Jack asked.

"Yeah. I'm taking him home," Gibbs growled.

"Only his next of kin ca-"

"I *am* his next of kin! And I say he's not staying here, he's coming home to his family!" Gibbs growled.

"Are you his father?" Jack asked. Gibbs and Ducky both snorted.

"If I were, I would've made sure things wouldn't have gotten this far!" Gibbs growled. Jack chewed on his pen for a while.

"I'll have to clear this with Agatha, and then I'll have to convince the board that this is the right thing to do. I can't make any promises Agent Gibbs, but I'll try," Jack said. Ducky and Gibbs got up.

"That's all we ask," Ducky smiled as he and Gibbs walked out of the small office. They were immediatly attacked by a black blur who was hugging them both close.

"Can he come home?" Abby asked.

"Not yet," Gibbs growled and pressed past Abby, disappearing into the hall.

"What did he mean by that?" Abby asked.

"What he means is that there's some formal things that needs to be in order before we can take him home," Ducky explained.

"In other words, he's not coming home yet?" Abby asked.

"Yes, but I venture a guess that he will be home within tomorrow night," Ducky smiled.

"You sound pretty sure, Duckman," Abby said.

"Oh, well, you know my gut. Almost as famous as Jethro's," Ducky took her arm. "I once knew a man who was stuck in the airport for 24 years because of paperwork, quite a fascinating tale really, he-"

"Ooooh, can I get a Caf Pow! first? Pretty please? I promise to listen to your story when I have one?" Abby asked. Ducky chuckled.

"Of course my dear," Ducky said as they walked into the hall.

AN: Yes, it's a filler. But come on, are you really surprised? I didn't think so :P R&R :D