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Kate handed him the mug, crossing her legs and sitting facing him on the bed.

'For years…I mean years I have hidden this and I never planned on telling anyone…it was supposed to be just me…I've handled it for years…I've managed for years. Ryan and Scott, they were good…brilliant with it but now,'

'Now what?'

'My mother has altzimers. I've had people coming in and looking after her for nearly four years. But my dad…he…' Gibbs took Kate's hand in his, gently rubbing the back of it.

'he called me the other week. He fired everyone that had been coming in and is refusing to let anyone come in and help look after her. He says that they are too rough with her but then he won't help her. He expects me to do everything,'

'Tell him this,'

'I tried earlier and all he could say was that I was to do what my mother needed and not to complain. It's been this way before and I was eighteen and I left him and didn't't come back. I didn't't call but I paid for people to come in and help. He just…he doesn't't see things the way I do. Earlier before you came…he came in and got me because she needed to go to the toilet but he wouldn't't take her,'

'Sounds like you don't want to be here,'

'I don't resent helping her but I don't want to do it on my own. He forgets that I had a life before everything and before he called me out here…I'm considering just getting up and leaving,'

'KATE!' Kate ran out into the hall, her father standing at the bedroom door looking in.

'What the hell were you doing? You were supposed to be watching her,' Kate went in, her mother lying on the floor. She was crying, Kate trying to soothe her. Gibbs took his jacket off and hung it over the banister, Kate looking at him. She smiled, Gibbs lifting her mother up into the bed.

'You shouldn't be doing that,' Kate growled at Christopher, pushing him out of the way. Gibbs followed her out, not even giving Christopher so much as a glance.

'Where are you going?' Kate lifted the bag she had emptied only a few hours before and started filling it with everything she had brought, everything she needed.

'Get me out of here Gibbs,'

'ok,'

'You can't go, I need you to take care of your mother,' Kate never answered him, lifting any photographs she could as she left.

'I don't care where you go just get me away from here…from him,'

Kate ran the sandpaper over the frame of the boat, ignoring the sawdust lying on her bare legs. Gibbs's shirt barely covered her but she didn't care. She was drinking and didn't care who saw her or who knew.

'You like Bourbon?' Kate looked to the top step, Gibbs handing her another bottle.

'Your helping me drink,'

'You look like you could do with a drink,'

'I'll take that as a compliment,' Kate didn't say anything, continuing to sand the boat without Gibbs trying to stop her.

'What about your brothers? Do they know?' Kate smiled at the irony.

'Yeah, they did know,'

'Did?'

'Do you remember when I was off three years ago…think it was a week,'

'Course I do. I had Cassidy in instead of you,'

'I was burying Ryan…Scott was the same time only a year later,'

'You said you were going on holiday.'

'Nope, burying my brother…brothers,' Kate dropped the block of wood that the sand paper was wrapped around and covered her eyes with her hand.

'I can't do this…I shouldn't have to do this,' Gibbs lifted her up onto the stairs, worried about the wood cutting her feet. She shook her head.

'This shouldn't be like this…no, I'm done with this,' Kate stood up, Gibbs taking hold of her hands as she swayed slightly. She coughed, smiling.

'Thank you,'

'I didn't do anything,'

'You were here. You got me away from him,'

'You needed to get away,' Kate turned to go up the stairs, loosing her footing and grabbing onto the rail.

'Slightly drunk,'

'I would say a little more than slightly Kate,' Kate put her hands on top of Gibbs's as they slid round her waist, Kate not wanting to separate from him. She could feel herself falling forwards, her hands still tight on his. Her cell rang out from the kitchen, the number one she recognised instantly.

'What?'

'You need to come over'

'Why? You wanting me to wipe her nose or something?'

'She's been taken to hospital, actually. If you gave a damn you would have been here,'

'What happened?'

'She fell down the stairs. This is your fault,'

'What hospital?'

'Portsmouth,'

'Don't be there when I get there,' Kate put the phone down, leaning down on the counter.

'What?'

'My mother fell down the stairs. She's at Portsmouth hospital,'

'I'll drive you,'

'You need to sleep. You've done enough for me Gibbs,'

'Kate, I'll drive you. You have no chance of getting behind a wheel for at least twenty four hours. Go and get ready. I'll be in the car,' Kate seemed to sober up almost instantly but Gibbs knew in a few hours she would be suffering.