Less free time to write and when I thought I would finally write a bit my plans changed and I had no choice but to agree with it. Again I feel like I am writing some weird kind of English here. Hope I make sense.

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As Gibbs poured some coffee into two mugs he glanced over to see Hannah sitting by the kitchen table. Since leaving the hospital she had mostly stayed silent. One or two words had been thrown his way but that was it. When they had arrived at his house he had expected some sort of objection from her but she said nothing. Gibbs placed one mug in front of her and she slowly wrapped her fingers around it. She seemed to stare into the cup. He seated himself opposite her and drank some of his coffee. He didn't need to ask her how she felt since he had seen it clearly in the car. She looked up at him and gave him a small smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. He took it as a sign that she was ready to talk. "You were good in there."

"He didn't confess to anything but I kind of expected that. Although I must admit that I had hoped he would." She gulped down some of the coffee in haste.

Gibbs did not care for the sadness in her voice. "Perhaps he never will. Still you held your own in there and didn't let him get to you."

"Thanks for being there with me." Hannah wanted to ask him why he had answered one of Davenport's questions for her but decided to wait. She didn't want to think about that man right now.

"Glad I could be." He watched as she stretched and could now clearly see just how tired she really was. "Why don't you take my bed and get some sleep?"

Under different circumstances she would have said no but right now that sounded too good of an offer to refuse. "That sounds fabulous but where will you sleep? You shouldn't have to take the couch."

Gibbs smiled at her right before he drank some more coffee. "I'm not tired right now. However, if I feel like sleeping then the couch will do just fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Very."