[rp for ncis_ljgibbs]
Armed with a jug of orange juice and a glass, Jen slowly makes her way back upstairs. It's her second trip to the kitchen and she's declared it the last one. She's still sick herself, but between her and Jethro, she's mostly functional. She even helped Liz with laundry yesterday afternoon, though that was more out of a need to actually do laundry than anything else. She nudges the bedroom door open with her hip and quietly closes it the same way behind her.