AN: I'm here... I'm alive... and it looks my story is too... this is longer than I usually like my chapters though not by much. I finally found the paper I had been writing this on. It was in my desk! The last place I look is where it belongs! LOL. Anyway here it is. Hope I didn't make you guys wait too long. As always read and review plz.

"There a Caitlin Todd here?" Gibbs is standing in a hotel lobby. He had known the number he had to call to get Kate. He remembered the hotel from his own past.

"Yes sir. But we can't give out the room number." Gibbs automatically pulls out his wallet, showing his ID.

"It's really important." The clerk nods and types something into her computer.

"A8."

"Thank you." He heads to the elevator, telling himself that she's okay. The keeps going over in his mind that one of his team is not hurt. The elevator doors finally open and from all his wishing his steps were faster than before just to ease his mind.

"Tony?" He looks up at the women and smiles.

"Yes?" Abby cautiously sits down in Gibbs' chair and props her feet up on his desk.

"Where is he?" She points to the desk she's sitting at to say who she's talking about though she figured he already knew.

"Gone." Tony pauses, finishes the sentence of his report and than looks back at Abby. "He grabbed his gun and left, don't know where." Tony presses two more cottons and Abby hears his computer shut down.

"Leaving already?" Tony shrugs, almost half-heartedly.

"Gibbs is gone, I'm leain' too." Tony gets up to leave only to be followed closely by Abby.

"I'm sure she's fine Tony." He nods, half believing her and some what cautious and the elevators finally open.

"I'm checking on her house anyway." Abby nods, knowing the 'thing' that he had for her.

"Hold on." She stops the door, fumbles around in her pocket and hands the thing to Tony, making him close his hand around it before taking her hand away. "Make sure she's not just hiding." He smiles a little and nods. As the doors close once again Tony opens his fisted hand and carefully studies the key sitting in the middle of his palm.

Had Kate not left early that morning she would have run right into her boss. But at the time he was walking through the front door Kate was running her now familiar path. Each footfall bringing a new sound to her ears. She knew nothing of the older man now driving around the town, knew nothing of the younger one riffling through her stuff in her apartment. The only thing that was happening for her was the red sun slowly coming up over the trees and the occasional times she had to stop for cars. She had been thinking of what to do when the tell tale signs of a road coming up started pulling her away. The black car is visible from the path, so is the man standing in the middle of the path. As Kate came out of her thoughts the gray hair and familiar stance ended up in the middle of her vision.

"Kate!"

It was a happy yell, surprised happy. She stops two yards away from him, looking around for someway to get past him so she can be alone again. She doesn't see anything but she still doesn't stop jogging, she's standing in place watching the man carefully.

"Gibbs."

Kate says, obviously out of breath but not wanting to stop, she could go on forever like this. He takes a step closer to her only to find her taking an equally sized step away from him.

"Come on Kate."

He smiles at the reversion she has for him now, trying to get the sadness to leave his eyes before Kate can tell what it is.

"I'm fine here."

Gibbs smiles again and nods. He can tell that Kate's very tense, though he has no idea why, nothing was wrong. Finally he felt the warmth of the coffee behind his back and brings his hands in front of him.

"Coffee Kate?"

'There's no way he could know I missed my coffee.' Kate's mind wanders for a second before giving in a walking up to him and grabs the coffee from his outstretched hand.

"Thanks."

Gibbs takes a sip of his, probably esophagus burning, coffee as Kate hesitantly sips some of hers.

"How'd you find me?"

He shrugs, watching her as if he missed every movement she had made. She knows that look, or at least she think she might, it's hard to tell sometimes.

"Knew the hotel."

Kate leans on Gibbs car, resting finally. She seems to not care or register what Gibbs had just said.

"No, not the hotel, here."

Kate looks at the ground before taking another sip from her coffee and smiling at the perfect mix.

"Just lucky I guess."

"You don't believe in luck Gibbs."

He smiles at this than notices Kate tense up once again. She stands straight up again, trying to see over the top of the little rise between them and the rest of the path. Gibbs remembers that look, she had heard something, something out of place.

"What's wrong?"

Gibbs finally listens instead and hears the footsteps. Ones that are running, at first he thinks its normal to him, but it seems to be upsetting Kate so he listens more carefully. He hears the difference in the sound from Kate's sneakers. The shoes hitting the path now sounded more like dress shoes than running shoes.

"Let's go for breakfast."

Kate suddenly says pulling Gibbs a little to get him moving faster. Once he got in the drivers seat he drove off, looking in the rear view mirror at the two men appearing over the rise, their attire giving them away... they really didn't belong there.