A/N: Part of that prompt project thingy…just a little post Revile drabble. Tell me what you think.
Pairing: Kibbs
Rating: k+
Disclaimer: I own them…and that's why I'm spending all my time writing about a character I killed. Yeah right! They are most definitely not mine.
Comfort
By: Katie Todd
"Shh, shh, shh" the silver haired man cooed as he rubbed a rough hand against the brunette's back, "We'll get him" he promised.
The brunette was bundled up in his old NIS hoodie and a thick blanket. His muscular arms were wrapped around her; he squeezed her shoulders, and tugged the blanket around her. She's been stuck in shock for hours.
"Being in s-s-shock r-r-really sucks" she mumbled.
Gibbs stubbornly fought the urge to chuckle at her unusual choice of words.
"We'll catch him Katie"
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It had taken hours to calm the thin brunette enough for her boyfriend to settle her in his arms and get her shuttered, broken sobs to stop enough for her to sleep. Kate was cuddled in his arms under the safety of his potential boat. She lay awkwardly with her head pillowed on his shoulder. He was a comfort to her; he knew he was, he wasn't going to let her see his pain at what had happened. He would do anything to comfort her. If that meant a crick in his neck and a sore back from spending the night against the curved rib of his boat, so be it.
A/N: Well…