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Kate was never a weak person. She prided herself on being able to handle more than normal people could. She'd seen people die, she'd taken shots at people. She had even killed a guy. But nothing could've prepared her for this.
A serial killer wanted her. He wanted to make her suffer. He wanted to kill her. No, nothing could've prepared her for this. On Air Force One she knew that it was possible that she would have to take a bullet for the president, but that came with the job description. There was no warning of being murdered when she joined NCIS. Sure there were risks, being shot, possibly killed, that's why they were issued guns. But, being murdered was completely different. Murder was personal, being hit by a bullet was a matter of chance.
As she sat on the of the autopsy bay in Gibbs' arms she knew that her coworkers, no...her friends, would do all they could to protect her. And she knew that the man with her right now would die before he let anything happen to a member of his team.
She opted to stay with Gibbs because it was with him, and only him, that she felt safe. She didn't know why she felt safe with him she just knew that she did. On the Philadelphia when they had to go through the emergency blow and she fell against him she was instantly calm. Sure, she was curious as to what was going on, but she wasn't scared. And when they went to Columbia she was amazed at how he could sleep on that plane. For some unknown reason she'd felt a little more at ease knowing he trusted that the plane would stay in the air. Then, when they went to Bosa to find Canton and the grenade went off he protected her from harm by throwing himself on top of her. He'd gotten injured and the first thing he wanted to know when they got up was if she okay.
"You fallin asleep on me, Kate?" Gibbs teased lightly after she'd been quiet for some time.
Kate leaned back enough to look at him and managed a small smile. "No, just trying to absorb this whole thing." She said. She knew it was a lie, but she couldn't tell him what she was really thinking, at least not yet.
Gibbs nodded, understanding that she would have to come to terms with this in her own way, in her own time.
"When do we start your plan?" Kate asked, removing herself from his arms.
"Right now. I have orders to take you to your house to get what you need then take you to wherever you choose to stay. You are to remain there until this whole situation is handled."
"Wait, let me get this straight. You're taking me to my house to get my stuff then to yours where I'm, basically, under lock and key? What am I supposed to do?"
"I don't know. Watch TV or something. The director doesn't want you on the case anymore. He figures if you're not on it maybe this guy will forget about you."
Kate looked at him disbelievingly, "Gibbs, you and I both know this guy isn't going anywhere until he either gets what he wants or gets caught. Now, how is staying locked up in a house going to prevent that?"
Gibbs knew she wasn't going to take sitting in a house for days, possibly weeks, very well. But, if it was going to keep her alive he would do anything. Even if it meant handcuffing her to a chair and standing guard himself to make sure she wouldn't try to get out he would do it.
Kate was never a weak person. She prided herself on being able to handle more than normal people could. She'd seen people die, she'd taken shots at people. She had even killed a guy. But nothing could've prepared her for this.
A serial killer wanted her. He wanted to make her suffer. He wanted to kill her. No, nothing could've prepared her for this. On Air Force One she knew that it was possible that she would have to take a bullet for the president, but that came with the job description. There was no warning of being murdered when she joined NCIS. Sure there were risks, being shot, possibly killed, that's why they were issued guns. But, being murdered was completely different. Murder was personal, being hit by a bullet was a matter of chance.
As she sat on the of the autopsy bay in Gibbs' arms she knew that her coworkers, no...her friends, would do all they could to protect her. And she knew that the man with her right now would die before he let anything happen to a member of his team.
She opted to stay with Gibbs because it was with him, and only him, that she felt safe. She didn't know why she felt safe with him she just knew that she did. On the Philadelphia when they had to go through the emergency blow and she fell against him she was instantly calm. Sure, she was curious as to what was going on, but she wasn't scared. And when they went to Columbia she was amazed at how he could sleep on that plane. For some unknown reason she'd felt a little more at ease knowing he trusted that the plane would stay in the air. Then, when they went to Bosa to find Canton and the grenade went off he protected her from harm by throwing himself on top of her. He'd gotten injured and the first thing he wanted to know when they got up was if she okay.
"You fallin asleep on me, Kate?" Gibbs teased lightly after she'd been quiet for some time.
Kate leaned back enough to look at him and managed a small smile. "No, just trying to absorb this whole thing." She said. She knew it was a lie, but she couldn't tell him what she was really thinking, at least not yet.
Gibbs nodded, understanding that she would have to come to terms with this in her own way, in her own time.
"When do we start your plan?" Kate asked, removing herself from his arms.
"Right now. I have orders to take you to your house to get what you need then take you to wherever you choose to stay. You are to remain there until this whole situation is handled."
"Wait, let me get this straight. You're taking me to my house to get my stuff then to yours where I'm, basically, under lock and key? What am I supposed to do?"
"I don't know. Watch TV or something. The director doesn't want you on the case anymore. He figures if you're not on it maybe this guy will forget about you."
Kate looked at him disbelievingly, "Gibbs, you and I both know this guy isn't going anywhere until he either gets what he wants or gets caught. Now, how is staying locked up in a house going to prevent that?"
Gibbs knew she wasn't going to take sitting in a house for days, possibly weeks, very well. But, if it was going to keep her alive he would do anything. Even if it meant handcuffing her to a chair and standing guard himself to make sure she wouldn't try to get out he would do it.