Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS. If I did, Gibbs would be all mine!
Also, sorry this story is short and sucky. But I like it a quite a bit. Enjoy and please no flames, should you choose to review.
"You wouldn't know. You're not a parent." Tony DiNozzo said.
Kate, always used to Tony's remarks, just brushed this off like nothing else. The case continued and ended successfully. When the day ended, Kate was more than relieved to get home. In fact, she was so desperate that she went over the speed limit, which was very UN-Kate like.
As soon as she entered her apartment, she threw her purse too hard on her table and grabbed a beer. Kate never cared for beer, but she always had some of the good stuff on hand in case the day was like this one: a day she didn't like, a day where her mistake was thrown in her face. Kate never really liked to admit defeat to anyone, especially Tony or herself. She sat on her couch for a few hours, nursing that one beer. Beer never made her feel better, but it took the edge off to where it was bearable.
Looking around her well-lived in apartment, she remembered what it was like to have a baby in there. All the screaming and crying and pooping. It was a lot for a single mother. There certainly was space for a child, as she had a two bedroom apartment. She had eventually planed to have a child and to be a single mom. But she hadn't planned to have one just out of college…
Being the ambitious woman she was, she knew that if she were to take the job as secret service, she would sacrifice time away her child for hours, maybe even days. She had decided to give up her precious son. She felt selfish because of the job she wanted, but she also knew she was NOT ready for a child. She knew she couldn't raise it well. She did have one picture of her son that was kept in secret under her pillow, next to her gun. But that was the only reminder she allowed herself.
The next day, she requested off of work from NCIS. She went over to the house where her child now lived. She knew he was happy. The adoption had been a closed one, per her request. Kate didn't regret it often, but some days, like today, she wanted to hold her son and tell him how much she loved him.
This day, she felt daring and crept up to the window to look inside. It was a very nice house. It was well decorated, lived in and felt like a home. The kind of place she wished she had had for her son. But he was better off now. She turned away from the window knowing she'd done the best she could for her son. All of a sudden, the door was yanked open by a ten year old boy.
"Hey lady, who are you? Does my mommy know you?" he asked while grabbing his baseball bat, presumably to go play with his father or friends.
"No sweetie. I don't. I…uh, used to live here, in this house and I wanted to see if it was well kept."
"Well ok lady. I'm going to go play with my friends now." And he rushed off the porch to play with his friends in the street.
"He has your eyes…" The boy's mother walked out on the porch and stood next to Kate.
"I know." Was all she said. Taking one last look at her son, she walked away happy that he was safe and in a good home.