The lungs of hell

Chapter 8: Off Desk Duty.

TORRES' POV:

For, again, two months she was between doctors appointement and home. She passed by the Navy Yard once a week and I saw how bad it hurt her to come but without working. Then, it was time for her to come back on desk duty. It went really well since she wasn't doing a lot of things that requiered the body.
Then it was time for her to go on the field. She was cleared by the doctors only if she take it easy.

"FIRST DAY OFF DESK DUTY!!" She screamed while shaking me to wake up.
"Hmhm-"
I saw she was disapointed at my reaction so while she got up to leave the room I grabbed her by the waist and hugged her.
"How do you feel!"
"Mean, but excited!" She said giggling in my arms.
"Mean?"
"Yes cause I really hope we have a case but if we do, it means that someone's dead so-"
"Oh, I get it don't worry you're not mean."
"If you say so. Get up! I don't want to be late."
"I know, I know."

We got ready and left to the Navy Yard.

"Bishop!!" Screamed McGee when he saw her.
"McGee!" She screamed back hugging him in return.
"And Torres!" I said sarcasticly.
"Yeah, Hi Torres." Said McGee laughing. "So, ready for your first day?"
"Yup!"
"Grab your gear!" Said Gibbs. "Glad you're back Bishop." He said kissing her forehead.
"Me too!" She said smiling.
I wanted to hug her but at work we had to keep things professional.