Kim pulled Gibbs bright yellow Hemi into her usual parking slot in a diner across the road from the store. The truck was in the garage and she'd had an uncomfortable ride in, not helped by Gibbs following her down the I-395. It was a warm morning, and Bunny and Gabe were away for the week so in front of her was 10 hours in a warm silent shop with just her sandwiches to keep her company. She opened the shop, choking slightly as the dust from age old books was disturbed, and after making herself comfortable behind the counter she opened the copy of 'Tender is the Night' she started yesterday. F Scott Fitzgerald was a required text on her course. The other members of her class had chosen the Great Gatsby, Bunny had suggested something a little more off menu.

She read 2 chapters in silence before she thought she might enjoy a sandwich, she knew Gibbs would have binned his own sandwiches, but she still made him a little pack every morning with her own. She ducked under the desk to search her bag when the little bell above the front door tinkled, she tried to sit up and smacked her head on the sold oak deck, knocking herself out cold.

"Kim?" The soft voice above her asked, she felt something cold on her forehead, breath on her skin.

"Gibbs?" she asked blinking but not seeing.

"Er no" the man laughed "you've taken a bump to the head sweetheart, had me worried"

She struggled to sit up and the man helped her, she realised she was on the floor in the backroom of the store. "Oh God, the shop" she rubbed her hand across her eyes and her vision cleared slightly so she could see the man in front of her. He had been a customer there before, she realised that's how he knew her name. He was younger than Gibbs with dark black hair and oddly pale skin, she tried to remember what he normally bought, and she thought it was maps.

"It's OK, I've put the closed sign up" she looked into her eyes "You've got double vision haven't you"

"Er more like triple or quadruple" she tried to laugh but it hurt

"Do you need me to call someone, your Gibbs perhaps, an ambulance?"

"Erm Gibbs is at work" she thought briefly of phoning him but thought better of it "Erm would you stay with me?"

The man smiled "Of course, but are you sure you'll be OK?"

"Is it bleeding?" she asked

"No"

"Then I'll be fine"

"You're very brave" he told her, "how did you get so brave" she gave him an odd look and he changed the subject, "Do you want me to run you home?"

She laughed "I live in Alexandria, it's nearly 20miles"

"16" he told her, "do you like it there?"

"Alexandria?" she asked "yeah it's nice"

"You're happy?" she checked her head as he spoke noticing the massive lump and tsking "You and Gibbs?"

She smirked "I like living with him" she fell forward slightly as a wave of nausea hit her.

"Shhh its OK" he told her, wrapping his arms around her "Are you sure you don't want me to call him?"

She looked a bit miserable "He'll be busy, he won't appreciate being disturbed 'cos I bumped my head"

"You know if it were me, I'd want to know you'd been knocked out, and I certainly wouldn't want you driving?"

"Oh Jeez" she sobbed and he looked concerned "I've got to drive that STUPID car back" she laughed "Gibbs he has this 1970's muscle car, he adores it, its rubbish".

"Really?"

"He hates it when I say that"

"Man and his car, it's a powerful combination" he laughed "a bit like a man and his boats"

"Oh he's a boat man as well" she laughed "but he makes those"

"He makes boats for a living?"

"For a hobby" she retched again "I've changed my mind can you take me to the hospital?"

"Of course Angel"

Gibbs was sat at his desk, files of the latest murder piled around him, while Tony and Ziva expiate their latest theories. His desk phone rings and he picks it up "Yeah Gibbs?" he glares at the phone and the others stop talking to watch him, his eyes widen and he runs his spare hand over his eyes "She OK?" he sighs "Yeah OK, I'm on my way"

"Everything OK boss?" McGee asks

"Yeah" he stands up and grabs his sick "Come with me Tim".

As they walked to the elevator and out of sight Ziva and Tony looked at each other "I will give you $50 dollars she's crashed his car" Ziva told him.

"Nah, something worse" Tony told her "I reckon she's burnt the house down".

"It is a work day" Ziva reminded him "Do you think she has killed someone else?"

"Oh the boss is going to be so pissed".

"Er Boss where are we going?" Tim asked after a few moments of reckless driving.

"You're dropping me in Georgetown, then you're going back to work on the Dietzer case".

"Boss? Is everything OK?" Gibbs ignored him while he drove through the crowded historical streets, after a few moments he pulled into a side street Tim recognised "Boss is that you're Hemi?"

Gibbs stopped the car behind the Hemi and got out, throwing the key to Tim, "Go back to the office"

"Wait, what?" Tim slipped into the driver's seat "Are you driving the Hemi back to the Yard?"

"Nope"

"Boss?"

Gibbs sighed "I'll see you tomorrow Tim" he got into the car and started to reverse, forcing McGee to drive off or get hit.

"This is becoming a habit?" He told her, bringing his coffee into the side room.

"I'm sorry Gibbs, they insisted my next of kin was informed" she gestured at her head "It's a concussion."

"S'kay" he looked into her eyes "Are you?"

"Yeah, a customer brought me to the hospital, locked up the shop and filled in the paperwork"

"That was nice of her"

"Yeah he was sweet" she looked at his face and laughed "Even with double vision I can see you scowling".

"I'm your next of kin?" he asked

"That's what you're worried about?" she smirked "You are a strange man Jethro Gibbs"

"Not worried, just wondered when that happened?"

"After Morten came for me" she held her head as the nausea came again "I got asked for a next of kin and Ziva told me you were down as hers, and Abby's"

"And Tony's, and Ducky's" Gibbs shrugged.

"MY God the people around you are screwed up" she giggled and then retched "I don't feel very well"