I'm going to go back to All For You, but I just can't seem to find where my muse went. I'll get back to it when it comes back though! In the mean time, enjoy!
Summary: What would happen if Gibbs and Kate end up in a car crash after a fire fight in the middle of no where? How will they survive and will their relationship grow?
Gibbs POV
"Kate! Get to the car!" I yelled, putting two bullets in the man in front of us. We were hopelessly out numbered, men were pouring in from every entrance, each one armed to the teeth. It was either die of fly out of here now.
"I'm not leaving you!" She cried stubbornly over the flying bullets. I hid behind the same stack of medal crates as her and looked around desperately for a way out.
"There," I pointed towards a surprisingly clear medal door at the end of the room, "Go, I'll cover you. I want you to run as fast as you can to the car, I'll be right behind you."
She looked at me; her brown hazel eyes filled with unsaid words and emotions that she never had time to express. I looked back at her, knowing that we were running out of time and yet unable to look away from her. I couldn't tear my eyes away from our mutual connection of unsaid words.
The shots that bounced off the medal seemed to fade away into the background, and there was just her and I; one, whole, perfect.
"Gibbs," she whispered, obviously getting lost in the same connection, unable to move.
A rational part of my brain began screaming out to me and telling me to move the both of us before we were killed.
I gave her a gentle push, breaking through the haze, I said, "Go, get to the car, Kate."
She nodded, standing up, her gun drawn. She leaped out into the open, firing shots left and right and clearing a path.
I was right behind her, finishing off the men that were still standing. They fell one by one and by some miracle we managed to get out of the warehouse.
The cool midsummer night air drifted around us, lazy, taking it's time and obviously oblivious to the rounds of ammunition and blood that was being poured from every men inside that building. Oblivious to two people running for their lives, the only person they could count on was each other.
"Do you know where the car is?" I whispered, keeping my voice low as we snaked around the shipping crates at the shipping docks. The cement was wet with rain that had long sense stopped and made it even more hazardous.
She nodded, her face pale and covered with a thin layer of sweat. The moon shone down on us, making her skin shimmer and her brownish red hair fly like a bright cape behind her.
Suddenly, I felt a bullet whip right over my head and let out a low curse and urged her to go faster. She didn't turn and ask me what was wrong, she knew when to follow orders.
What if neither of you make it out alive? I wondered while my feet pounded against the cement and disturbing ever puddle that came into my way. I pushed the thought aside and made myself go faster until I was now in front of her, my gun out, ready.
I could now see the car, a black BMW, it's black bullet proof windows shinning like a beacon from heaven; it's silky frame was the closest thing we had to a barrier and our only escape from this hell whole with our lives.
I had long sense forgotten the leader of the mob that had caught us by surprise in the warehouse not long ago; all I could think of now was getting her safe.
Suddenly, I heard a strangled scream behind me and turned around so fast I almost lost my balance.
"Dammit!" I swore once I saw the already pale brunette lying on the cement flood, desperately trying to claw her way to her feet.
I quickly sprinted back, firing blindly behind me, and picked up first her gun and then managed to get her onto my back. Her arms clung around my neck so tight that I thought that she might just break it.
I looked down while I was running to see blood seeping from a wound at her right thigh. Her breathing was shallow and forced because of the pain.
After what seemed like an eternity, we both reached the car. I breathed a small sigh of relief as I opened the passenger side of the door, adrenaline still coursing through my veins, and gently laid her down flat.
I fired behind me again, catching the two closest to us in the chest. I got into the drivers side of the car and slammed the key into the ignition, making the car roar to life. I slammed my foot on the gas pedal and sped away from the bullets that were trailing us and bouncing off the medal of the car.
I chanced a glance at the rear view mirror to see that we weren't being followed yet and breathed a sigh of relief.
I heard her shallow and forced breathing as if it were a gun being fired right next to me, making my ears ring and my heart clench involuntarily.
"It's gonna be OK Kate, I'm going to get you to a hospital and then they'll fix you up, alright?" I called behind me.
When I didn't get a response I began to worry.
"Kate, if you can hear me say something," I told her desperately, needing to hear her voice, "anything."
I heard a low moan, "It hurts like a bitch, Gibbs," she growled through her teeth.
I gave a small chuckle, "Yeah, I bet it does," I agreed.
We kept on driving in silence. I looked to my left to see that we were in the middle of nowhere, groves of trees surrounded us on both sides along with mountains in the distance. A good hospital was probably hours away.
Suddenly, I felt something hard and heavy collide with the side of the car, making me lose control.
I felt the car spinning and flipping over, my eyes wide in shock as I was bounced in my seat. Suddenly, I heard a sharp crack and then I felt the blinding pain.
I felt my eyes close shut and darkness envelop me.
I tried to make my mouth work and ask her if she was OK, but I couldn't I was too tired. Suddenly the fire fight we had just gone through seemed to fade away and the sweet and bitter unconscious waves pulled me under.
