And the funny thing it has no end

I try to call you up at 2 am

In a crowded bar, your ringer tones

Grab my mind

Gibbs sits in his cold, dark basement feeling more alone than he ever had. 'It's for the best Katie. I can't love you.' He's never regretted saying a sentence more than he does now. He thought it was best to stop it all before he could break her heart, but now that he's tasted her skin, felt her warm body flush against his, felt her warm lips on his body, he can finally admit he's completely wrong.

I can see you through the phone,

The phone, the phone

And I'm wide-awake at home

At home, at home

So think I'll seem like a cat

And hope you don't catch

The bourbon on my breath

My breath, my breath

He sets the half empty bottle aside and runs upstairs, taking two at a time, pulls his jacket on and grabs his keys. His drive is furious, and determined. All he wants is to tell the woman he loves that he can't live without her. He pulls up to her apartment building and sees her light still on.

I come to your door and I hear a moan

And another voice say, "Christ, she's not alone"

Alone, alone

And my heart sinks like a stone

A stone, a stone

And the tears won't even come

I feel so numb

So swept aside, so dumb

So dumb, so dumb

His head leans against the door and he feels overcome with pain, jealousy, sorrow, regret… He walks back down the steps and out of the building to the cold, sharp rain which hits his face violently, but he doesn't feel a thing.

When the words are wrong

And my patience gone

Will you tell me

Does this mean you're moving on?

That's when he hears the most perfect voice call out from above.

"Jethro?"

From the balcony, you call my name

I see you standing in the rain

Your words so dry, your face so wet

Said I broke your heart

But it hasn't happened yet

I bet, you're friends all hate me now

I get the strangest looks,

From that bitchy crowd,

And though, they must think

They have a reason to

I guess I'm still not quite yet over you

"What are you doing here, Jethro?"

Cowardly, he looks up to stare in her beautiful hazel eyes, and though it's dark, he can paint them as if she were looking into his eyes. He just hopes they'll look back into his with love again.

"I love you, Katie."

The corners of her mouth rose, and she moved a piece of wet hair from her face.

"I'm glad now is convenient for you."

"I know, it's just. I thought…" He looked back to her with more confidence. "Obviously, I wasn't thinking at all, but I am now and I was wrong, so wrong, Katie."

"Hey Kate, everything alright?" He watched as McAllister walked outside, oblivious to Gibbs below. "You left pretty quick, you're not sick or anything." Kate stared down at Gibbs and shook her head.

"No, I just needed some fresh air real quick."

"Want me to get you some water or anything? A towel?"

"No…actually. Just give me another minute out here, I'll be right back in." He leaned towards her and kissed her cheek.

When the words are wrong

And you're hanging on

Another guy's arm

Does this mean you're moving on?

He walked back inside and Kate looked down to see Gibbs moving to his truck.

"Jethro."

Without letting her say more, he quickly turned around.

"Katie, does this mean you're moving on?"

She looked back at the sliding glass door, and to Gibbs.

"No." Her face rose to the sky and her words became coated with tears. "No, Jethro, I love you."

Jethro took off into the apartment building, taking the stairs, once again two at a time, and met an expectant Kate a few feet outside the threshold of her apartment. Their arms wrapped around each other in a quick and needy move. Their kiss warming their almost frozen bodies, and most importantly, warming their hearts.

"I'm sorry I'm such a bastard."

"Me, too."

"Huh?"

Their eyes' still closed as their forehead's leaned against each other's.

"I'm sorry you're a bastard, too." She giggled against his lips and found a tongue meet hers with intensity. 'Bourbon and coffee' she thought, 'I miss this taste.'

McAllister quietly made his way to the elevators, the opposite direction of the couple.

"So, I take it you're not moving on?"

"Actually I am… It's fucking cold out here."

They each smirked as they made their way back into the apartment.

"Here, let me help." Kate purred and began to strip Gibbs of his soaking clothes. "You know, Jethro, I could never get over you."