Y/N Imagines

NCIS 2 Jethro Gibbs

2. Jethro Gibbs Fluff
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Special Agent Y/n L/n POV

You know what's unbelievable? Your tooth cracking while eating a sandwich, a ham cheese sandwich with lettuce onion and condiments. That's all, and it cracks! Now I have this throbbing pain, and can't eat anything. Thank goodness all I have to do at work is computer logging, well until something unexpected happens.
"Morning." I grumble to DiNozzo as I pass him to my desk.
"Whoa. You okay (y/n)?" He looks over to McGee
"Yea I just cracked my tooth." I give a simple explanation as I turn everything on.
"Shouldn't you go to the dentist?" McGee asks. Poor guy is so sweet.
"Yea I should, but.." I stop to take tylenol. "I have work to do. It's not completely bad, only when I drink or eat something cold." I shrug.
McGee goes to say something, but Gibbs walks in telling us to load up. I completely forgot about my mouth until I got my salad for lunch, and almost screamed when I bit into the hard part of the lettuce. Gibbs looks at me with a raised eyebrow, but goes back to his lunch. After that I called my dentist, and scheduled an appointment. I feel ready to get this over with, but let's be honest, me going to the dentist isn't something that happens willingly. As the day goes on I try to keep something cold on my cheek, like a cold can, and hold an ice cube inside my mouth.
"(L/n) let's go." Gibbs stands in front of my desk.
I swallow the little bit of ice cube, giving him a confused look.
"Where are we going boss?" I get my coat on.
"Leave your gun." The last thing he says before walking to the elevator.
I quickly follow him inside just as the doors are about to close. He doesn't even say anything the whole time we are in the elevator, in the car, but once we pull into the dentist parking lot I snap my head to him.
"You are in pain, and I'm not letting you miss this appointment." He gets out, and comes around to open my door. "I'll be there the whole time." He gives me his hand to help me out of the car.
While I sit filling out the forms my leg is bouncing my writing looks so messed up. Gibbs gently puts his hand on my knee to help me calm down, but it doesn't help. The longer I sit the more my anxiety goes up, and my tooth hurts. They finally called my name, and like he said he followed me back. After talking to the hygienist about what happened the dentist comes in with a tray of things. He tells me he's going to give me laughing gas, so I'm more calm. Gibbs still keeps his hands on my ankles as the dentist puts the numbing shots around my mouth. I whimper at the pressure of him getting to the main problem. By the end of it all he covers it with poxy stuff, and fills my mouth with gauze.
I'm still kind of loopy as he helps me into the car, but I can't even feel the side of my mouth. I end up falling asleep in the car at some point, because I'm woken up by Gibbs opening my door.
"Come on, sweetheart." He wraps his arm around my waist as he walks into his house.
He walks me into a bedroom, and as my head hits the pillow I can smell it's his bed. I fall back asleep for a couple hours and change my gauze. I follow the instructions on rinsing, and walk out to find Gibbs walking into the house with bags.
"I got you some things, so you don't have to chew so much." He places the bags along the kitchen counter.
"Thank you, Gibbs. You really don't have to take care of me." I softly say.
"Yes I do. I told you I would." He hands me a thing of KFC mashed potatoes.
I give him a soft smile as we get started eating. These potatoes feel like the best feast I've ever had from the warmth helping the roof of my mouth, and the flavor is always good. As the night goes on I relax on the couch, and don't realize I have fallen asleep. I check the time to see four am brightly shining in my eyes, practically burning. I hear a boom sound coming from the basement followed by a mumble shout. I roll my eyes as I wrap the blanket, not remembering putting it over me, around my shoulders. I get to the top of the basement steps, silently watching him angrily sand at his boat.
"You are supposed to be sleeping." He doesn't stop his movements as he acknowledges me.
"I couldn't sleep any more." I simply tell him, sitting next to his work station.

The rest of the morning I would hand him tools, fill his coffee, and we'd just talk to each other. Once seven am came Gibbs got ready for work, and I was told to stay for the day.