Ahem, so this is my first shot at NCIS, but don't be kind. I can take it. DO, be nice enough to critique me, if this makes you cringe.
It will either be
shipless, or KIBBS. Kate-centric.
NCIS NCIS
The smoke is crisp and smooth, and it slides into Kate's lungs just as easily as it had in college. She tries hard not to think about what the smoke may or may not be doing to her lungs, and consoles herself with the knowledge that it's got to be better then what a disheveled man had offered her outside the bar.
"Something to make you fly?" he'd asked, and one turn of her hip to expose the Sig Saur at her waist was all the hint he'd needed. Which had been good, really, because she really didn't feel like getting out her badge tonight. Actually, she's considering dipping her badge in bleach and then ritualistically burning it. Though, she thinks as she sits at the bar, that might be difficult to explain at work tomorrow. She snorts into her drink at the image of explaining to Gibbs why her badge is half melted.
And Tony would never let her live it down.
Kate throws back the few swallows left in her drink and stands, wobbling slightly. Time to get some air, she thinks, and walks out the side door, waving away the concerned glance of the bartender.
She has about fifteen minutes before the alcohol lays her flat, and the walk home is ten. Walking out of the side alley, she hears a noise from the corner of the alleyway, and the agent in her grabs her gun and stumbles over to investigate.
Shit, she swears at herself, shouldn't have had so much to drink. Alcohol dulls the senses and the reflexes, and if there is something going on, she needs the edge.
She reaches the corner, steadies herself, raises her gun, and bursts around the corner.
"Federal Agent! Freeze!" A man freezes in the act of punching another man, and raises his hands in a placating gesture.
"Hey…lady, come on now, let's just put down the gun," He starts to drop his hands, and Kate cocks the gun.
"I don't think so. Step away and keep your hands where I can see them." She jerks the gun for emphasis, and he complies, kneeling on the ground and assuming the position.
She walks over and nudges the other man with her foot. He's lying on the ground, bleeding.
"Hey, you alright?" In a flash, he leaps up and wrenches her gun hand. Kate feels something in her wrist crack, but she's a little more occupied with the lead pipe rushing towards her face. Sonavabitch! She manages to deflect it, but feels the tip connect with her jaw. Something cracks in her face, and the pain hits her so hard she doubles over, sliding to the cement.
Fuck.