OK, forgive me for not updating sooner. and i know i have another NCIS fic thats on teh go but i have total writer block with it. don;t have a clue where i'm taking it so bare with me with that one. i promise when i do update, it will be a huge update...as for this one, i have actually written up to chapter 15 but just never have time to update but i promise i will update more...please review and a free cookie wouldn;t be out of teh question :D
Kate worked the sand paper over the wood, smoothing out any rough edge that she found. He hadn't come near her since they had come back from NCIS a few hours earlier. He was right not to. Not only was everyone in NCIS shocked at what had happened, Both Kate and Gibbs were. She had never lost her temper like that before, never lashed out before. Her hands were bruised, her knuckles sore. Her face didn't hurt, her lip cut. Ducky had been trying to look at her, Kate refusing to let him anywhere near her. All she wanted was to disappear, for no one to find her. Crawling under the boat, she smiled, remembering when she was little and would hide in the cupboard under the stairs. Her eyes shut automatically, the tears slipping down her face.
Gibbs crawled in beside her, his arm going around her shoulders. She didn't flinch or pull away, simply curling up beside him. His shirt was damp with her tears after a few minutes, Gibbs knowing that nothing could stop how she was felling inside. She was broken up. Her own father, the man who was supposed to raise her, keep her safe, protect her was now the one putting her in danger, the one she needed protecting from and was the last one that had raised her. Gibbs glanced at the watch on his wrist, realising that they had been lying on the timber frame for nearly three hours. Her body was starting to shake from the cold.
He slid out from under the boat, keeping a hold of her hand. She followed dutifully, knowing that she should move, that she should get out from there. He didn't let her hand go, knowing that she needed some sort of support, something to give her hope. She just lay on the bed, facing into Gibbs. Nothing made her move, her cell, her pager, nothing. Gibbs reached across, answering her cell. A glance from Gibbs told Kate everything she needed to know. She sat up on the bed, her head resting on her knees.
'He's been charged?'
'Yeah, assault,'
'What's he looking at?'
'A year, two at most. He's asking to see your mom before he's taken. Jen wants to let him. But it's your call,' Kate took the cell out of Gibbs's hand.
'Tell them my mom will be there in an hour. He's got five minutes,'
Eileen sat on the chair in the interview room, looking around like a curious child. Tony and Gibbs stood behind the glass, Kate standing in the corner. Her hand sat on the gun on her hip, her father brought in and sat down.
'Christopher?'
'Shut up,' Eileen instantly retreating backwards into herself.
'You let our children die before our eyes…our baby girl…you let her die…you let them all die,'
'That's enough. You have five minutes. Make it count cause this is the last time that your going to see her,' Christopher spat on the ground at Kate's feet, her automatic reaction to pull the gun out kicking in.
'I warned you,' Kate let the gun fall to her side, her mother looking at the gun.
'Kate where did you get that?'
'Shut up,'
'Ok guys, get him out of here,'
'No, I want to talk to her, alone,'
'Never going to happen. Never. You had your chance to be with her when you were married and you spent that time beating the crap out of her so you can forget getting anytime with after today,' Christopher sat forward in the seat, Eileen going forward towards him.
'If I catch you again,' Eileen stood up against the mirror. Kate noticed the change in her mother. Christopher stood up, walking round towards her. Kate put herself between Eileen and Christopher, Christopher grabbing her by the neck and slamming her against the wall. The air escaped her lungs, Kate gagging for breath.
'LET HER GO!' Eileen shook his arm, Christopher hitting her to the floor.
'Your worth nothing to me, to this family. You were nothing to your mother, Ryan, Scott, you meant nothing. I'd be surprised if I found out Anna even knew who you were in the end,'
'I spent almost every day with her,'
'And? People forget when they die Kate and some people even forget when they are alive,'
'What are you saying?'
'You will be gone from this family, no one will remember you,' Two shots rang out, Christopher falling to the ground. Kate looked at the gun in her hand, her fathers blood dripping over her fingers.
'KATE,' She kneeled down, next to her mother, her mother latching onto her. Gibbs walked in slowly, Tony behind him.
'Jesus Kate,'
'Dinozzo, tell the director that Kate's fathers dead, self defence wounds,'
