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"This is bullshit, Gibbs, and you know it. You don't honestly believe that I'm going to sit idly by while you get to hunt this guy down. And you know damn well that if it was you in this position that you would not be sitting on your hands while we did all the work." Kate complained. They were sitting in his car on their way to pick up her stuff.
"I know you're pissed, Kate. And you're probably right. But, I...we'll do anything to keep you safe. And if that means handcuffing you to a chair to make sure to don't move, then that's what we'll do." Gibbs said. He'd almost said HE'd do anything to keep her safe. That would be saying too much.
"Damnit, Gibbs. You better keep me in the loop on this. If you leave me out, so help me God, I'll-"
"Don't worry, I'll keep you in the loop. Now, what do you need from your place?" Gibbs asked as he pulled the car onto her street.
"Stuff. It should only take me about ten minutes to grab everything."
"You pack fast." He stated. Every woman he knew took at least an hour to pack. His second wife took four full suitcases on their honeymoon; they stayed for four days.
"I have a bag already packed with essentials. I just need to put my toiletries in it, too."
When they pulled up at her building Gibbs had a very unsettling feeling in the pit on his stomach. He looked at Kate and said, "Stay here."
Kate looked at him like he was crazy as she watched him climb out of the car. When she saw him draw his gun her stomach clenched and she was out of the car immediately, her gun pulled as well. Gibbs had already gone into the building and since her building had only one entrance she followed him.
She stayed on the stayed on the second floor, she took the stairs knowing the elevator would take too long.
When she finally got to her apartment the door was open and her things were everywhere. She walked through the rooms with caution, her gun at the ready. Her living room was a total disaster area; the couch cushions were slashed, all her picture frames were smashed, and the sketches she had hung on the wall were now in little scraps of paper on the floor. She could see part of the kitchen from where she stood and could see that she would need to go shopping for new dishes and glasses. As she moved down the hallway she peaked in the bathroom and added shampoo to the list.
She found Gibbs in the bedroom, starring down at the mess that was her floor. And it was here that she felt most violated. Whoever did this had gone through all her drawers, throwing the contents on the floor. All clothes that were hanging up in the closet were now on the floor.
Gibbs finally noticed her when she walked up beside him. He looked at her, thinking he should be mad that she didn't stay in the car, but he didn't have the strength.
"Kate, I...I'm sorry." He knew it was inadequate, but it was all he could offer her.
She looked up at him and tried to smile, but failed miserably. "You have nothing to apologize for, Gibbs. I mean, it's not like you did it or anything."
He watched her as she walked around the room picking thinks up off the floor. "Kate, don't touch anything. He might've left prints."
Kate dropped the clothing, letting it fall silently to the floor. She walked over to the closet, pulled a rubber glove out of her pocket, and pulled open the door. She pushed what was left hanging out of the way before kneeling down and opening a hidden door. She reached inside and pulled out her emergency suitcase along with an envelope.
"What are you doing?" Gibbs asked, going over to stand next to her.
"Getting my bag and emergency cash. I figure I won't be coming back soon." She stood up, bag and envelope on hand and looked at him. "Can we go now?"
Gibbs nodded and walked towards the door. As they walked out of the damaged apartment he put his arm around her shoulders, trying to comfort her as much as he could.
"This is bullshit, Gibbs, and you know it. You don't honestly believe that I'm going to sit idly by while you get to hunt this guy down. And you know damn well that if it was you in this position that you would not be sitting on your hands while we did all the work." Kate complained. They were sitting in his car on their way to pick up her stuff.
"I know you're pissed, Kate. And you're probably right. But, I...we'll do anything to keep you safe. And if that means handcuffing you to a chair to make sure to don't move, then that's what we'll do." Gibbs said. He'd almost said HE'd do anything to keep her safe. That would be saying too much.
"Damnit, Gibbs. You better keep me in the loop on this. If you leave me out, so help me God, I'll-"
"Don't worry, I'll keep you in the loop. Now, what do you need from your place?" Gibbs asked as he pulled the car onto her street.
"Stuff. It should only take me about ten minutes to grab everything."
"You pack fast." He stated. Every woman he knew took at least an hour to pack. His second wife took four full suitcases on their honeymoon; they stayed for four days.
"I have a bag already packed with essentials. I just need to put my toiletries in it, too."
When they pulled up at her building Gibbs had a very unsettling feeling in the pit on his stomach. He looked at Kate and said, "Stay here."
Kate looked at him like he was crazy as she watched him climb out of the car. When she saw him draw his gun her stomach clenched and she was out of the car immediately, her gun pulled as well. Gibbs had already gone into the building and since her building had only one entrance she followed him.
She stayed on the stayed on the second floor, she took the stairs knowing the elevator would take too long.
When she finally got to her apartment the door was open and her things were everywhere. She walked through the rooms with caution, her gun at the ready. Her living room was a total disaster area; the couch cushions were slashed, all her picture frames were smashed, and the sketches she had hung on the wall were now in little scraps of paper on the floor. She could see part of the kitchen from where she stood and could see that she would need to go shopping for new dishes and glasses. As she moved down the hallway she peaked in the bathroom and added shampoo to the list.
She found Gibbs in the bedroom, starring down at the mess that was her floor. And it was here that she felt most violated. Whoever did this had gone through all her drawers, throwing the contents on the floor. All clothes that were hanging up in the closet were now on the floor.
Gibbs finally noticed her when she walked up beside him. He looked at her, thinking he should be mad that she didn't stay in the car, but he didn't have the strength.
"Kate, I...I'm sorry." He knew it was inadequate, but it was all he could offer her.
She looked up at him and tried to smile, but failed miserably. "You have nothing to apologize for, Gibbs. I mean, it's not like you did it or anything."
He watched her as she walked around the room picking thinks up off the floor. "Kate, don't touch anything. He might've left prints."
Kate dropped the clothing, letting it fall silently to the floor. She walked over to the closet, pulled a rubber glove out of her pocket, and pulled open the door. She pushed what was left hanging out of the way before kneeling down and opening a hidden door. She reached inside and pulled out her emergency suitcase along with an envelope.
"What are you doing?" Gibbs asked, going over to stand next to her.
"Getting my bag and emergency cash. I figure I won't be coming back soon." She stood up, bag and envelope on hand and looked at him. "Can we go now?"
Gibbs nodded and walked towards the door. As they walked out of the damaged apartment he put his arm around her shoulders, trying to comfort her as much as he could.