Kate heard a loud crack and knew that it came from a gunshot.
She also knew that it was for Gibbs.
She launched herself in front of the man she loved like a father, willing herself to be there in time.
She felt the bullet impact and cried out in pain. She landed on the rooftop with a loud thud and heard concerned voices around her.
Tony was panicking.
"Kate, Kate!" he cried, rushing to her side.
She could still feel the pain, and she was glad for it: she knew that it meant she was still alive. Gingerly, she sat up and moaned.
"Kate, are you hit?" Tony asked frantically.
Wincing, she ran her hands over her chest and pulled out the bullet embedded in her vest.
"That is really going to hurt in the morning," she said. Tony started laughing in relief.
She saw Gibbs' face in front of her, a rare smile gracing his features.
"Protection detail's over, Kate." He told her, amusement evident in his tone.
He helped her to her feet. She brushed herself off, literally glad to be alive.
She heard another crack. She whipped around, and nothing was to stop the other bullet from hitting its mark.
(-:NCIS:-)
Kate felt strange. She felt light, airy. She stood up.
Wait, how the hell am I standing up? Didn't I just get shot?
She took stock of her surroundings and noticed her coworkers huddled in a group around something. She walked towards them.
"Guys!" She called. They didn't hear her. She tried again, louder. Nothing.
She walked right behind them, and noticed everybody was crying. Even Gibbs. Gibbs doesn't cry.
Suddenly, they all parted and Kate was staring at her own face.