Author's Note: This is a Kate inner monologue, set after the events of Season 1 - Episode 1: Yankee White.
Warnings: hinted Kate/Gibbs, spoilers for 'Yankee White'
They're mad. They're all mad.
Somehow though, I don't think that's an uncommon view point when it comes to Special Agent Gibbs and his team. I'm not sure why I tried to defend them to my boss; I knew what they were doing was wrong. There was just an air of mystery about them. Ha! That sounds like it's come straight out of a novel, doesn't it? It wasn't all of them mind. Just Gibbs.
He held the quiet air of a man who knew he could talk his way to the top of the pile. Maybe that's what he did to me. There was a sophisticated power about him, other than the air of a bastard. I've always been good at reading people, a skill my training has only increased, and I think the apparent sophistication is a wall he hides behind. I found myself staring into his eyes today. Probably too many times, but it isn't like he's married. I checked his wedding finger.
Why did I do that? It's not like I'm interested in him, is it? But he certainly didn't give me any reason to doubt his interest, though, if it does exist.
"Are you going to give me a lecture about sleeping with my co-workers?"
"No."
Men like him never leave anything to chance, do they? Because if he wants me, he's all but got me. He reeled me in with the mystery of his team, his confidence, and his daring. He read me, just as I read him, and he knew I would quit. He then trapped me; gave me an offer I couldn't refuse.
I was reeled in. Hook, line, and sinker. And I allowed myself to be.
They're mad. They're all mad. And I'm mad for joining them.