NCIS imagines

Go Home

A/N- got this request on the last part.

~DiNozzo's POV~

"Wow, boss, you really look like hell," I said.

"Thanks, DiNozzo."

"The flu's going around. You should go home. One of the girls is sick, too, right?"

"Talia is. We think its a cold, though."

~Mae's POV~

"Well, drive him if you have to, Tony, I don't care. He needs to rest to kick whatever he has," I told him over the phone. I was trying to keep Talia comfortable, making sure Nevaeh stayed out of trouble, and making soup for whenever Jethro came home.

"You know how he is, Mae."

"Of course I know how he is," I chuckled, trying to get the fussing Talia to calm down. She had a slight fever, and was miserable. Somehow, whatever Jethro and Talia had, skipped our older daughter, Nevaeh. "I'll call him."

"Oh, uh, he's right here," Tony said.

"What are you two talking about?"

"You sound like hell, Jethro. Come home," I said.

"You're home taking care of Talia, someone's gotta hold down the fort," he told me, coughing.

"Tony can hold down the fort. Get your ass home, or I'll divorce you," I threatened.

"Not the first time that's happened. I know you wouldn't, though."

He was right. We had the girls, and both of us were too stubborn to leave each other.

I sighed, and Talia started fussing again. "I better go take care of Talia, she's fussing again. I love you."

"Love you, too, Mae."

~time skip~

I heard a car door close, my husband and Tony arguing, and then Jethro coming in.

"Did Tony complain?"

"Yes."

"Come here," I demanded.

He did as he was told, and I took his temperature.

"Couch, now. Get comfortable. You're running a fever. I have soup cooking."

"Mae," he protested.

"Sit. Or so help me, you're going to suffer without my chicken soup," I told him.

He gave up trying to get me to bring him back to work, and went to get comfortable while I finished up the soup.