A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please be gentle and review. I am also not a native speaker, so, if you find mistakes, you're welcome to help me improving my English skills. Thanks:-)
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Spoiler: 1x18 (Unsealed)
Pairing: Kibbs
Summary: Gibbs had been right! Not that Kate would ever doubt this fact, but right now it was the first she could think, as she sat upright in her bed, her gun still pointing at the open bedroom door.
Set some time after Twilight, Ari only wounded Kate so she is still alive, Ziva joined the team as an addition.
^Tony: "She sleeps with a gun boss."
Gibbs: "That true?"
Kate: "Sort of…sometimes…yes!"
Gibbs: "Good Girl!" ^ (Quote: NCIS 'Unsealed' 1x18)
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Gibbs had been right! Not that Kate would ever doubt this fact, but right now it was the first she could think, as she sat upright in her bed, her gun still pointing at the open bedroom door. Her mind kicked in and she quickly got up to check on the body she shot moments before. Although the intruder had woken her from her REM sleep, she had hit him straight in the chest. Recognizing his death Kate got up and fetched her mobile from her nightstand. The interrupted sleep and her abrupt skyrocketed adrenalin level still affecting her reasoning, she pushed the speed-dial for her boss.
"Gibbs"
"It's me, Kate. I didn't mean to wake you. I know…"
"What's up? It's past 0200!" Gibbs interrupted her.
"I just shot a picklock and…"
Again Gibbs cut her short. This time apparently worried. "Are you ok, Katie?"
"Sure Gibbs. I just…"
"Stay where you are. I'm on my way." He already reached his front door, picking up his car keys passing. "I have to hang up now. I'll be right there."
At the Gibbs-scale this was nearly a 'Goodbye', Kate thought, sinking onto her bed again. The slight smile on her face vanished as her eyes met the body on the floor. Waiting for her boss to arrive she closed her eyes, while the adrenalin level in her blood slowly began to retreat.
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Due to his maniac driving methods it didn't take Gibbs for long. Not impeding himself with knocking he opened Kate's apartment door and stepped in. "Kate?!" He called down the dark hallway. "Back here." He heard her response from where he presumed the bedroom. Moments later a small light appeared in the door frame illuminating the dead body. Gibbs entered the room, stepping over it.
That's not the way I wanted to get to see this room, he thought, as he quickly took in the scene. The neat room containing not much more than the bed, a nightstand and a desk, standing under the window, was lit by a bedside lamp. The only other door was slightly open and seemed to lead into a walk-in closet. Kate still sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on her knees and face buried in her hands. Angry about himself having such thoughts in a situation like this, Gibbs rushed forward and kneeled down in front of Kate.
"I'm here.", he said, not knowing how to react to this atypical sight of his normally strong and self-assured subordinate. "I called Fornell, since this is a case involving a federal agent. He should be here soon." Lifting her head to lock her eyes with his, Kate answered his implied question. "I'm ok, Gibbs. I just couldn't look at him anymore." Somewhat relieved he looked around, deliberating how to improve her situation. "Let's get you out of here. Close your eyes!" He ordered. Refusing her any chance to disagree he lifted her up bridal style and carried her to her living room, stepping over the dead cause of her discomfort.
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Once he sat her down on her couch he forced his fingers to leave her smooth skin as soon as possible. This was no time for intimate touching. He was her boss and he was sure that the little flirtings they exchanged at work had nothing to do with romantic feelings; at least not for her part. His own part he was not so sure of. Or being more specific, he was, by now, sure of having such feelings. Trying to refocus, he recognized her clothing. She wore a pair of navy blue boxer shorts that showed her long, well-shaped legs (Please, don't let them belong to the jerk that dumped her last week.) and a tight azure sleeveless top (O my god, she's not wearing a bra!). Finally interrupting his own inappropriate thoughts, he cleared his throat and spoke up.
"Fornell and his men will be here soon. You may want to cover up a little."
Pulled out of her own cogitations, she stared at him irritated. Processing his words she looked down at her appearance and blushed, yet whispered, "I don't want to go back there, to HIM." "I can get you something, if you want.", he offered quickly. Reconsidering her options she nodded. "My sweats and jacket are in the bathroom on the rack next to the tub." "Ok, your jogging suit it is. Bathroom's next door down the hall." It sounded more like a memory from his last (picking-her-up-) visit than a question, so she didn't answer.
As soon as Gibbs returned with the clothes, a knock at the apartment door was heard. "Stay! I'll handle the FBI."
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TBC...
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it.