A/N: Hmm. I must be psychic because the second I knew the bullet was caught by the vest, I had a flashback of 'Saving Private Ryan', where the soldier's helmet catches the bullet, so he pulls it off, some guy calls him lucky, and another bullet blows his brains out. Only I figured she'd open the vest to see if there was no underlying injury, and then BAM! A bullet through the heart. The sudden splash of blood and gray matter, while highly entertaining, was just the littlest bit unexpected.

By the way, way to go psychic Abby! Tony's face was covered in blood. Wicked sweet.

But regardless, I assured a 'Bonding Experience' reviewer that I they killed off someone we love (and not some guest character like when they killed Pachi) that I'd write up a fix-it. I just couldn't continue with my other story until I wrote this.

Here it is, in all its retarded glory.

Twilight Fix-It

Smiling.

Everyone was smiling.

Kate's selfless leap in front of a bullet hadn't ended her life. Opening her shirt, the sun caught on the little metal slug caught in the Kevlar of the vest. Kate was alive.

Helping her up, Gibbs was about to verbally kick her ass three ways from Sunday, when another shot rang out. In the instant between her look of surprise falling to a lack of expression, a small red flower bloom in the center of her forehead. A fine mist of blood and gray matter exploded from the back of her head, coating the right side of Tony's face.

Raising their guns again, the awe-struck pair didn't even look down at her prone body, with the growing red halo forming around her head and splayed out hair. Instead they looked around, to where the gunner was waiting. Without even seeing, Gibbs knew who it was…

"Ari-"

"-Kate!"

Bolting upright in his chair at the barely-there exclamation, Gibbs swiftly scanned his surroundings.

Stationed behind his desk, complete with long-since chilled Starbucks coffee and newly adjusted cell-phone, Gibbs knew immediately that he was in the NCIS headquarters bullpen. He sat; breathing in short, almost panicked gasps, pale blue eyes wide. It was as if he didn't want to blink, as the image of Kate starting to fall was burned permanently into the backs of his eyelids.

Kate was dead; he knew he had just been reliving the moment in a nightmare… although he couldn't remember going to sleep beforehand, especially not at his workstation…

"Boss, you dream about Kate?" Tony was standing nearby, a curious and ultimately mischievous grin on his face. Something in his eyes sparkled, adding to the canines showing in the toothy smile.

"Hey, McGee! Gibbs dreams about Kate." Snagging the sleeve of the passing Probationary Agent, he caused him to pause mid-step, staring at Gibbs openly. Very un-McGee-like.

But with a statement like that, who was expected to react normally?

"He does?" McGee looked from Tony to Gibbs almost nervously, as if expecting to see Gibbs' hand descending on the two at any moment. Tony's response, as he was obviously not above pressing the subject, was cut short from a clearly curious, clearly feminine voice.

Behind Gibbs, walking in from the elevator, Kate looked at each male special agent in turn.

"He does what?"