Gibbs musings on Kate.
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He'd been sitting and watching her,
For ever and a day.
Watching her work,
Sleep, eat and play.
He didn't care,
That she watched him too.
He didn't think,
That the calm waters would turn blue
Bounced from his half-revive,
By the sound of her playful laugh.
She snorted in an unlady-like way,
Rolling her eyes with feminine craft.
He stared at his fingers,
The scar on his hand.
While he felt her eyes,
Flicker to him with unnecessary demand.
Looking up, she caught his gaze,
And watched dumb.
Ice
catching with a storm,
As they dispersed, returning to numb.
The background noise, everyone else,
Left as he went back into his own.
Lip bitten hard as it all became too much,
He felt the blood spill, inside him, all alone.
He stared at her once again,
Before he fled the room.
Swallowing the blood she'd teased out of him,
Why had he fled so soon?
She would have followed him,
But for the pride.
So she sat
and waited again,
For him to return to her side.