A/N: Hey! So this piece just kind of hit me, I started typing and this is what came out. Tell me what you think. It is unbetaed….sorry bout that.
Rating: K-K+
Pairing: Slight Kibbs.
Timeline: Twilight
Spoilers: None if you don't know what your talking about, Twilight if you do.
Disclaimer: Their not mine, would Kate be dead if they were.
Without father ado…
The Way it Should Have Been
By: KatieTodd
The bull pen is dark as she slips into her chair and lays her head down on her desk. She whimpers as the bruise on her forehead hit's the folders she has stacked a mile high. She feathers a hand through her hair and sighs. She was such a coward.
So she got shot at, so there was a bruise with a radius of ten inches under the soft t-shirt she wore, so there was a bruise on her temple that was beginning to turn her eye black, so there was a six inch long cut across the side of her hair. So, she had twisted her ankle running down the stairs just to tumble and knock herself out. So, they didn't catch him. She shouldn't have to run to her office. That she thought was just pathetic, freaking pathetic.
She knew they would catch him, Tomorrow, if Gibbs didn't kill him tonight. The only reason they weren't tracking him now was because he sent them home, so she would go home. A lot of good that did. The brunette thought. She had gone home only to change grab a coffee and come back to the office, back where she felt safe.
She hears the elevator ding open and can tell just by the sounds that swirl around the room when the elevators occupant walks out, that its Gibbs, that its her boss. She hears him stop in front of her cluttered desk, but she's too afraid the room will spin if she raises her head, it had been doing that a lot that evening.
"Kate." he growls.
The brunette doesn't move.
"Agent Todd."
No motion.
"You'll feel safer at my desk, Katie."
The brunettes head snaps up and she places a hand to her temple while patiently waiting for the room to quit swirling.
"c'mere." He grunts, she rises.
Kate walks around her desk and throws herself into the silver haired mans chest before thinking about it. She's ashamed of the tears that rack her body. He doesn't mind. He pulls her closer and wraps his strong arms around her body until her sobs turn into broken hiccups. His cell phone rings and he looks at the number, without answering it. Fornell. He looks his agent over quietly taking in her black sports sweats and white cotton secret service t-shirt. He pushes her hair back with an unsteady hand.
"I'm supposed to meet Tobias. I've gotta go. As much," he mumbles, "as I wish I could stay."
The brunette nods uncertainly from her place in the bull pens center.
"Go sit in my chair," her boss instructs, "sleep. I'll be back with coffee in an hour."
She nods and moves to his desk thankful he gave her instructions. A near death experience tends to unnerve her. A near death experience when a terrorist they are already after, that really messes her up.
She drops in the cushioned desk chair and wraps her boss' sports coat around her, before falling asleep.
A/N What do you think?