A/N: Sorry this chapter took me SO long. I've been suffering from MAJOR
writer's block.
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"Where do you want me to sleep?" Kate asked when they arrived at Gibbs'.
"Guest bedroom, down the hall to your right."
Kate nodded and headed in the direction he indicated. She found the room with little trouble and deposited her bag on the floor of the closet. She took a moment to survey the room. It didn't hold that much furniture, but what it did suited the room perfectly. The bed was a queen and spacious enough for two if it was necessary. There was a dresser in one corner, which Kate suspected he had built himself, and a lamp in the other corner.
She walked towards the bed and sat down on the edge. She held her head in her hands and closed her eyes. She was exhausted and all she wanted to do was go to sleep and not wake up until this living nightmare was over.
"Kate, you okay?" Gibbs asked quietly from the doorway. He'd been silently watching her, worrying about her. He had actually come to ask her if she was hungry, but when he had seen her with her head in her hands he was instantly concerned.
She raised her head just enough to look at him and answered, "I'm just tired."
"Why don't you take a nap or something?"
She contemplated the suggestion before nodding her consent. She toed off her shoes and shrugged out of her jacket before sliding up the bed. Gibbs turned and moved quietly toward the door but he didn't get very far. Kate's voice stopped him a few steps from the bed.
"Stay. At least until I fall asleep." Kate's quiet request drifted from the bed.
When he turned back her eyes were closed and she looked like she was already half asleep. His brain was telling him to back out of the room and quietly close the door, but his heart was telling him to go to her.
He listened to his heart.
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He was faceless, nameless. But he was dangerous, so very dangerous.
He held a gun to the head of the man she loved.
He told her to come with him or the man was dead.
She couldn't move.
She saw his finger tighten on the trigger.
She tried to scream, but no sound came out of her open mouth. She watched as he pulled the trigger and let the man she loved hit the ground.
And only then did her voice work. "NO!"
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"Where do you want me to sleep?" Kate asked when they arrived at Gibbs'.
"Guest bedroom, down the hall to your right."
Kate nodded and headed in the direction he indicated. She found the room with little trouble and deposited her bag on the floor of the closet. She took a moment to survey the room. It didn't hold that much furniture, but what it did suited the room perfectly. The bed was a queen and spacious enough for two if it was necessary. There was a dresser in one corner, which Kate suspected he had built himself, and a lamp in the other corner.
She walked towards the bed and sat down on the edge. She held her head in her hands and closed her eyes. She was exhausted and all she wanted to do was go to sleep and not wake up until this living nightmare was over.
"Kate, you okay?" Gibbs asked quietly from the doorway. He'd been silently watching her, worrying about her. He had actually come to ask her if she was hungry, but when he had seen her with her head in her hands he was instantly concerned.
She raised her head just enough to look at him and answered, "I'm just tired."
"Why don't you take a nap or something?"
She contemplated the suggestion before nodding her consent. She toed off her shoes and shrugged out of her jacket before sliding up the bed. Gibbs turned and moved quietly toward the door but he didn't get very far. Kate's voice stopped him a few steps from the bed.
"Stay. At least until I fall asleep." Kate's quiet request drifted from the bed.
When he turned back her eyes were closed and she looked like she was already half asleep. His brain was telling him to back out of the room and quietly close the door, but his heart was telling him to go to her.
He listened to his heart.
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He was faceless, nameless. But he was dangerous, so very dangerous.
He held a gun to the head of the man she loved.
He told her to come with him or the man was dead.
She couldn't move.
She saw his finger tighten on the trigger.
She tried to scream, but no sound came out of her open mouth. She watched as he pulled the trigger and let the man she loved hit the ground.
And only then did her voice work. "NO!"