A/N: Okay, I am back from my vacation. God was it nice! But, you guys
don't want to hear about it. But, before we get on with the story, I have
to say that if you are any kind of fan of Mark Harmon you have to go out
and buy, or go out and rent, "Local Boys." It is not the recent and you
probably won't find it at any Blockbuster or Hollywood video. If you have
a low-end video store in your area, look there.
Anyway, one with the story
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Gibbs sat in a chair by the bed and watched her sleep. He had just heard about the freak who had stalked her when she started working for the Secret Service. He wanted to ask questions, but after she was done he could see she was physically and emotionally drained. He'd told her to go to the bedroom and relax. He had gone to the kitchen and made some tea, but when he got into her room she'd been asleep. He hadn't known what to do so he'd pulled up a chair from the desk and sat beside the bed to watch her sleep.
That was an hour ago. When he first sat down he'd told himself it would only be fro a few minutes; to make sure she didn't have another nightmare. His plan was to go back down to the basement and work on his boat, but as he sat by the bed he realized there was no where else he'd rather be. He was happy and content to just watch her. Of course, he would be happier if there wasn't someone out to get her and she was at his house for all the right reasons. But, for right now, he'd take however he could get her.
He was brought out of his thoughts when she turned over and faced him. She was still asleep and she wasn't having nightmares. So why was he still here? He should be thinking about how he was going to catch this guy, not thinking about how he wanted her to be at his house because she wanted to be. But the more his head told him to go, the more his heart made him stay.
He looked up when she shifted again and was met with sleepy green eyes. She smiled softly at him and he felt his heart rate speed up. God, she was beautiful. He knew he should say something to fill the silence but he was struck silent by her beauty. The moonlight streaming through the slightly- opened curtains hit her just right and made her look like an angel. His angel.
"Is something wrong?" She asked, sleepiness making her voice huskier than normal.
Gibbs shook his head, still unable to speak. The effect she was having on him was new yet familiar. He was used to the way his body reacted whenever she was around, but this was entirely different. She was in his home, in his bed. This was totally new to him. To see how she looked when she woke up. The way she stretched lazily and how her hair was all messed up. The way her eyes still drooped when she blinked and how her voice held a husky tone to it. And when he looked into her eyes he noticed that what she was feeling was in her eyes. Her emotions weren't hidden when she woke up, but he knew if he gave her time she would put up her walls and he wouldn't be able to tell what she was feeling. So he looked in her eyes now and saw that she was actually grateful that he was there. He saw questions that she wanted to ask. And he saw thought he saw something else he hoped might be...love.
"Then why are you here?" She asked growing uncomfortable under his penetrating gaze.
"I brought tea." He said weakly, without taking his eyes from hers. He was awed by her. It was the only explanation he could come up with. This had never happened to him before. No matter how beautiful a woman was he'd never had trouble talking. His second wife had been an ex-model and he hadn't had trouble talking to her. That didn't mean he actually talked, but if he'd wanted to he wouldn't have had any trouble.
But with Kate everything was new and different. He'd known it from the second he first saw her. He had instantly gotten goose bumps and his skin had gone clammy. He hadn't known then what was happening then, but he knew now. It meant he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with this woman. He had tried to fight it, but it was no use. The more he fought it, the more he was faced with the fact that he was never going to get over her.
When she reached for the cup he had set on the side table his hand shot out and grabbed hers before she could grab the cup. When she looked at quizzically he answered sheepishly with, "I brought it over an hour ago."
Kate finished what he couldn't, "And you haven't left since. Why?"
Anyway, one with the story
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Gibbs sat in a chair by the bed and watched her sleep. He had just heard about the freak who had stalked her when she started working for the Secret Service. He wanted to ask questions, but after she was done he could see she was physically and emotionally drained. He'd told her to go to the bedroom and relax. He had gone to the kitchen and made some tea, but when he got into her room she'd been asleep. He hadn't known what to do so he'd pulled up a chair from the desk and sat beside the bed to watch her sleep.
That was an hour ago. When he first sat down he'd told himself it would only be fro a few minutes; to make sure she didn't have another nightmare. His plan was to go back down to the basement and work on his boat, but as he sat by the bed he realized there was no where else he'd rather be. He was happy and content to just watch her. Of course, he would be happier if there wasn't someone out to get her and she was at his house for all the right reasons. But, for right now, he'd take however he could get her.
He was brought out of his thoughts when she turned over and faced him. She was still asleep and she wasn't having nightmares. So why was he still here? He should be thinking about how he was going to catch this guy, not thinking about how he wanted her to be at his house because she wanted to be. But the more his head told him to go, the more his heart made him stay.
He looked up when she shifted again and was met with sleepy green eyes. She smiled softly at him and he felt his heart rate speed up. God, she was beautiful. He knew he should say something to fill the silence but he was struck silent by her beauty. The moonlight streaming through the slightly- opened curtains hit her just right and made her look like an angel. His angel.
"Is something wrong?" She asked, sleepiness making her voice huskier than normal.
Gibbs shook his head, still unable to speak. The effect she was having on him was new yet familiar. He was used to the way his body reacted whenever she was around, but this was entirely different. She was in his home, in his bed. This was totally new to him. To see how she looked when she woke up. The way she stretched lazily and how her hair was all messed up. The way her eyes still drooped when she blinked and how her voice held a husky tone to it. And when he looked into her eyes he noticed that what she was feeling was in her eyes. Her emotions weren't hidden when she woke up, but he knew if he gave her time she would put up her walls and he wouldn't be able to tell what she was feeling. So he looked in her eyes now and saw that she was actually grateful that he was there. He saw questions that she wanted to ask. And he saw thought he saw something else he hoped might be...love.
"Then why are you here?" She asked growing uncomfortable under his penetrating gaze.
"I brought tea." He said weakly, without taking his eyes from hers. He was awed by her. It was the only explanation he could come up with. This had never happened to him before. No matter how beautiful a woman was he'd never had trouble talking. His second wife had been an ex-model and he hadn't had trouble talking to her. That didn't mean he actually talked, but if he'd wanted to he wouldn't have had any trouble.
But with Kate everything was new and different. He'd known it from the second he first saw her. He had instantly gotten goose bumps and his skin had gone clammy. He hadn't known then what was happening then, but he knew now. It meant he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with this woman. He had tried to fight it, but it was no use. The more he fought it, the more he was faced with the fact that he was never going to get over her.
When she reached for the cup he had set on the side table his hand shot out and grabbed hers before she could grab the cup. When she looked at quizzically he answered sheepishly with, "I brought it over an hour ago."
Kate finished what he couldn't, "And you haven't left since. Why?"