AN: So, here's my drabble. I got the 1st season for my sweet sixteen yesterday, and this came out of it. Weird isn't it. Anyway, here's the disclaimer: I don't own it. Please don't sue. I don't have anything.
When I met you I was scared. I was afraid I messed up. The man that had eaten with the president was dead. I hadn't thought of poison. The president could have died on my watch. A man did die under my watch. And I was scared.
You came in guns blazing, unafraid of anything. You created a ruse, hijacked Air Force One and didn't flinch. You confused me. But there was something in that seemingly unfazed façade that made me respect you. Like you, even. So, I agreed to help you, against my better judgment. Then you walked away, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. You were done messing with my life. You had done significant damage just in the three hours you were in it, and I was glad you were gone.
But then you came back. More like I was dragged kicking and screaming back into yours. I didn't want to see you again. I was only going to cooperate in the bare minimum. But you asked nicely and even said please. So I agreed. You've pulled me into an airplane bathroom and completely ruined my life. Or so it seemed. We managed to save the president. Made me wonder what would have happened if you hadn't been onboard. If I had not cooperated. Either way, I was out of a job, and it was your fault. So I handed in my resignation and walked away. I never ever wanted to see you again.
But you ran after me and delivered a cryptic statement that sounded like a job offer.
I refused at first.
But you came after me with a dogged determination. You wanted me on your team. Why you wanted me I'm still not sure. I had no experience with crime scenes, I was obstinate, and I loathed you.
But I took the job. Against my better judgment. Again. You always made me do that. I'd do things that I knew I shouldn't around you.
Maybe that's why I didn't mind so much when you slammed me against the wall after the hostage situation and kissed me. Generally that would have been against what I thought was right. I didn't mind when things got bad we'd show up at each other's homes. Two years seemed to flash by. Bad times got more frequent. Neither of us said anything.
And suddenly everything was taken away from us.
You asked Ducky not to tell anyone that would embarrass me. That was nice. You tried to protect me even in death. I can't thank you for that enough. It's too bad I won't get the chance.
I think, in your own way, you loved me. And I think, in my own way, I loved you too.
AN: So, that was my random drabble. I kinda like it. Kate on Gibbs. I know, weird. Tell me what you think.