She saw his hand reach inside his jacket and time slowed to a crawl. Swinging her head around, she realized who his target must be.
"Gibbs! Look out!" she yelled. Not waiting for his response, she took off running. Remembering her Secret Service training and football practice with her brother she did the only thing she could.
Her shoulder rammed into Gibbs' ribcage as she executed a perfect flying tackle. Her arms automatically encircled his torso as they collided and went down together. He grunted heavily as she landed on his chest.
"Wow," he managed, struggling to breathe.
"Yeah, that's what they all tell me," she smirked.
"May I ask what possessed you to do that?"
"I saw someone reaching for a weapon."
"Then why hasn't he fired yet?"
"I guess I was wrong."
"Yeah." He paused. "Thanks for caring."
"You're welcome."
Their eyes met and her breath caught. Inhaling, she was almost overwhelmed with the scent of sawdust and she realized how close they actually were. She could see every hair on his head, every line on his face. Her breathing slowed as she gazed into his piercing blue eyes.
"Kate," he whispered.
"Yeah," she replied expectantly.
"Could you please get off my chest? I can't breathe."