Kate walked into the apartment and dropped her stuff by the door.
A shadowy figure appeared in the bedroom doorway. Hey, Kate, he said quietly. How're Leah and Gibbs?
Kate walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water before heading to the bathroom. The EMTs seemed hopeful. Gibbs is a wreck. She looked over her shoulder as she scrubbed at the blood on her hands. How's McGee?
Tony slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her while he updated her on the younger man's condition. When he finished they stood there silently for a moment, soaking up the warmth from each other. Finally, he uttered the question he wasn't sure he wanted to ask. He'll live. Gibbs wants him alive to suffer for everything he's done. Kate sighed and turned in Tony's arms. I don't know, I almost felt sorry for him. Oh, I know, he brought it all on himself. She forestalled his protest and then glanced away. But he was devastated by the death of his family, too. She looked back into the beautiful green eyes of her lover. Gibbs ripped his wrists raw trying to get to Leah. I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you. Ketterer may be criminally insane, but his pain is just as real. She laid her head on Tony's chest and felt him rest his chin on her head. They held each like that for a few minutes before Kate yawned.
Come on, Honey. Let's go to bed. Tony pulled back slightly and ran his thumb down her cheek as he smiled at her. Then he flipped off the light and took her hand to lead her through the dark to a place of love and comfort.