A/N: Ok... this is "the end." When I say the end.. it means the beginning of a sequel :) Which will be short, long, somewhere in the middle. --not written yet-- it calls for a sequel.. does it not:) Thanks for reading.. and sorry this is so short. But more to come... Happy almost Halloween :D
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"When was the last time you slept past 9am, Gibbs?"
"I slept 'til 10am once..."
Kate smiled sweetly. "Wanna break a record?" she murmured.
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Gibbs woke up on his back, blinking slowly and staring at the ceiling as his fuzzy mind began to clear. The bed seemed to lack the warmth of the early morning, he noticed, slightly squinting his eyes from the sun that poured into the bedroom through the cracks in the blinds. Already knowing she wasn't there, he turned his head on the pillow— a subtle frown of complicated disappointment wrinkled his forehead when he saw it for himself; when he laid in silence and ached for his ears to hear some movement downstairs, but was only answered with the deep creaks and groans of an empty house. And he realized he wasn't just alone in the bed.
He sighed and put his hands behind his head, resuming his halfhearted inspection of the bedroom ceiling. After a few moments of vacant reflect, he sat up and swung his legs off the side of the bed in one fluid motion, rubbing his rough hands over his face. He almost passed it over as he went to get up, but the cup of coffee that sat neatly on his bedside table caught his eye. Peaking from underneath the dark blue mug lay a white piece of note paper from a pad on Gibbs' kitchen counter.
He picked up the mug and the note in one breath, reading over Kate's neatly scribbled penmanship. The corner of his lip tugged up beyond his control.
Congratulations, Gibbs… it's 10:04 :)
Thank you.
Love, Kate.
His smirk fell into a heartfelt little smile as his eyes helplessly meandered over the note— before he noticed the mug in his hand was still rather warm. He brought it to his lips to taste a reasonably hot cup of coffee. Good coffee. Strong coffee. His eyes perked up when he heard a car door slam out on the street. With coffee still in hand, he stiffly stood and walked over to the window— watching a yellow cab pull away from the curb in front of his driveway.
Gibbs looked back down to the small note in his large hand.
"Love, Kate." He mumbled.
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TBC.