Gibbs: Go home, Ducky.
Ducky: I am bored to tears at home.
Gibbs: Well, then read a book. Hell, write a book. You need medical clearance.
Ducky: I'm clearly well enough to work.
Gibbs: Until I hear that from a doctor not named Mallard, I want you resting. Doc, look, if something comes up and the kid gets stuck, I'll call you. You know I will.
Ducky: All right, I'll leave, but not happily, I assure you.
Gibbs: I don't need you happy. I need you healthy.