"Eat. The baby needs it." Gibbs had made spaghetti, garlic bread, and a salad, Kelly's favorite meal. "So what happened?"
Kate didn't look up from her plate. "I took the test Friday morning before work. You know it was positive. I couldn't get through the day Friday. Mainly morning sickness. I called Brian on my way home...well, to his place. When he got home I told him."
"And the son of a bitch left right then and there?"
"He called me some names. Nothing he hadn't said before. He told me he didn't want anything to do with the kid. And that's if I didn't have an abortion."
"Do you want an abortion?"
"I don't think so. Babies are a gift. That damn Catholic upbringing."
"Were you trying?"
"To get pregnant? Of course not! I was on the pill, Gibbs!"
"Did he force you?"
Kate looked up, and nearly choked on her spaghetti. She shook her head no. She couldn't believe she was discussing her sex life with her boss, practically her dad.
"Do you want me to have him sued for child support? He is the father, as big a scumbag as he is."
"Can we discuss that later?"
"Have you seen your doctor? We shouldn't waste any time. We need to make sure you're healthy and the baby is healthy. How far along do you think you are? We need to make plans for giving you desk duty and maternity leave. That bastard Brian is making me lose one of my worst agents."
"You're not losing me. You'll have eight months with me."
"Eight months where I need to protect you and my g— your child. Hurry up and finish dinner. It's time work on the boat." Gibbs cleared his plate.
"Gibbs. It's ok to call it your grandchild. It's sweet. I'm sorry. Again. I thought I loved him. I thought he loved me. Thank you for taking me in."
"Anytime Kate."