A/N: just a little piece I found in my notebook. Part of the Prompt project. Tell me what you think.
Rating: k+
Pairing: Kibbs
Disclaimer: I'll try a formal one this time (does anyone else tire of writing these??) The characters and dialogue of NCIS belong to Donald Bessario. Scrabble and Candy Land are…ok that's getting old. They are NOT MINE!
Games
By: Katie Todd
The distinct wooden and black, block letter covered Scrabble tiles mix with the bright, plastic Candy Land tiles on the dingy floor as Kate's body is slammed into a tall industrial display rack whose shelves are covered in pristine, boxed board games. Gibbs clicks the safety off of his six hour as he crowds into the awkward aisle with the pair.
"Stop playing games with me Parker" he demands bluntly.
Their kidnapper had been nothing but cliché and elementary in his approach. The note that had been left soon after he took the fiery brunette that now struggled in his arms had practically given them the address to this place.
The man answers with a sneer.
"I like games and I'm a smart player" the blonde haired kidnapper recites, "I knew not to go after anyone on your team. I knew to go after this little one up in profiling." He turns his face to look at Kate's determined one, "what does the profile you wrote say about me?" he asks with a glare.
Kate refuses to answer. Parker's gun makes contact with the side of her cheek. The brunette fights the urge to double over as blood spills from her mouth onto the cold, impersonal tile floor below her.
"Kate" Gibbs states calling her attention to him.
"Stay back" anticipates, Parker, "I'll kill them both Gibbs," he continues. His rant holds the distinct clicks of something that has been rehearsed. It lacks tone. "Give me the profile and erase my name from any involvement with this," he rolls his neck before he continues, "crime I've allegedly committed and you get your wife back"
Kate's hand flutters uncertainly over her swollen stomach, Parker crushes her thin fingers in his bulky hand and replaces her hand with his gun. He presses slightly and the brunette whimpers as her composer breaks. Parker holds the position for a moment longer and watches as tears rush down her face. She fights pointlessly to free pale hands that are pinned behind her. Parker presses harder as if the whole ordeal he caused is becoming as tiring as watching re runs of an old sitcom. The profiler's knees give, Parkers lazy arms fail to catch her, her body hits the dusty floor, and she hears the metallic click and thump of gun shots going off.
Her eyelids flutter open to expose worried chocolate colored eyes. The soft metallic, rust smell of blood makes her want to puke. Once pale and pristine hands that are now covered in bloody scratches rise to cover her stomach, her husband wavers in and out of focus like an object one is watching under ocean waves.
"Katie honey," a rough voice states, "breath. You're OK" when she doesn't do as he asks he continues, "so is the baby I feel her kicking, she's worried about you" he brushes back locks of sweat glazed brown as his wife paces out her ragged breaths.
She winces sharply as she tries to sit up; Gibbs pulls her shaking body up against his and takes slow, measured breaths in her ear.
"Slow and steady wins the race" he reminds with a sharp chuckle.
He settles her more comfortably against his shoulder and moves his tan hands to assist hers in protecting their child. She eventually calms enough to let him carry her out of the building. She knows Ducky is waiting with a worried half covered frown and a dull story.
"I love you" she sighs as he sets her on the open tailgate of the medical truck and rubs her back.
"I love you" he agrees with a light kiss against her nose and an even softer one against her stomach.
A/N: what did you think?