AN: I know it's short. but it seemed alot longer in my notebook. This will have to suffice. It's a Tate-ish ending to what seemed a Kibbs-ish ending episode. Love me or hate me; there is no middle ground.
"Her eyes, they were just, pleading for help."
"I love that look in a woman."
I meant it when I told Gibbs that. And right then, I was wishing Kate would give me that same look. I don't know what I was thinking.
After Suzanne detonated that bomb, I tried to think of anything I could possibly do to help Kate. I'll never forget her sitting on that stretcher, enveloped in that brown emergency blanket; the blood, abrasions, and dirt marring her beautiful face. Or the blood already seeping through the gauze on her freshly bandaged arm. But the worst part was the anguish and guilt in her eyes. Her eyes, that were pleading for help and forgiveness at the same time. It was the worst feeling in the world to see her so vulnerable and not being able to wrap my arms around her and tell her it would be all right.
I don't know how I ever thought that look was sexy on women I've lusted after. All I know now is, after seeing it on the woman I love, I pray to God that I'll never have to see it again.