Kate POV

I felt my body being bounced in the car and being rolled off of the black leather seats and onto the carpeted floor. My injured leg banged against the locked doors and my head snapped against the carpet, jerking me away with a new wave of pain.

I felt my muscle clench as we continued to roll and spin. I bit off a scream of fear as I looked towards the front seat to see Gibbs unconscious, his body clumped in the front seat, his arm bent at an unnatural angle.

I waited for the car to stop, holding my breath and trying to block out the now unbearable pain.

I heard the crunch of glass and the roar of our car bumping against the trees and into the forest and winced. I shut my eyes tight, praying for it all to be over soon.

Finally, all was quiet.

The only sound was the stillness of the night, the sky a navy blue and fading to black. I waited a few more seconds then slowly propped myself up on my elbows.

"Gibbs?" I whispered, calling out his name hesitantly.

I waited for him to answer, to jerk awake, to yell at me, to do something, and when he didn't, I felt my heart speed up in my chest until it was beating at a fast paced presto in my chest.

I sat up and slowly crawled my way into the front seat, biting back screams of pain as I moved my injured leg.

I climbed into the seat next to him and my eyes went wide. His arm was definitely broken, that much was certain. I could tell from past first aid training that the shoulder had completely popped out of its socket and winced. Glass had broken off and some how lodged itself into parts of his chest, making small wounds that weren't bleeding yet.

"Gibbs," I called again, shaking him gently with one hand on his left shoulder, careful not to disturb his injured right.

He moaned in response and slowly, his eyes opened. I wanted to cry out from the pain that I saw there that he never learned to voice but instead kept quiet.

"Kate!" He cried out suddenly, turning to face me, "Are you alright?" He asked, his voice genuine and full of concern.

I nodded, "Just a little gun shot wound, nothing more. Don't move your right arm, OK? I'll fix it. We should have medical supplies somewhere."

I pulled out a first aid kit from underneath his seat and opened it up to find materials for a make shift sling.

"Your shoulder popped out of it's socket, so this might hurt a little," I told him, not wanting to cause him anymore pain then necessary.

He nodded, accepting my help with no complaint. My finger probed lightly up his arm from his tricep to his bicep, my fingers soft and cautious. Suddenly a wave of fear hit me and I froze; what if I just made it worse? How was he suppose to get help then?

"Kate, come on, you can do it," he whispered, "Just do it fast."

I nodded slowly and gripped his upper arm with one hand, the other on his shoulder.

"Hold onto the seat or something Gibbs, this is going to hurt," I told him, my voice hard and sober.

I felt him nod and tense slightly underneath my touch.

I counted to five in my head and then with all the force I could muster, I physically pushed up with my hand around his upper arm, hearing a dull pop, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I heard a muffled groan escape from his lips and looked at him, my eyes wide.

"I'm," I began to apologize but he silenced me with a finger on my mouth.

"Never say you're sorry, sign of weakness, remember?" He said, his voice husky.

I nodded, "Hold your arm up with your other hand, I have to splint it so it doesn't damage any further," I told him, turning a faint pink.

He nodded and I let go of his arm. I found the piece of wood to make the splint easily and fastened it onto his arm, making sure that it was secure, I cautiously helped him into the sling. I felt his shoulder and back muscle tense and tighten at my touch again and almost jumped.

"Here," I told him, handing him a bottle of pain pills, "Take these, you'll need them."

To my surprise he shook his head, "No, you're going to need them more than I will."

I sighed, "Take one, Gibbs," I said, exasperated.

The events of the day made me want to just lie down and sleep, I didn't want to argue with him anymore.

He glared at me and shook his head again.

"We have to find help, do you have a signal here?" He asked, his voice commanding.

I pulled out my phone and shook my head.

"Should we just stay here?" I asked him, turning to look through the windshield.

The sky was now pitch black, the trees were faint outlines that seemed to loom over us, about to topple over at any second.

He nodded, "Get some sleep, Katie, we'll figure this out in the morning."

I nodded and snuggled up in my seat, leaving my right leg perfectly straight and bring my other one up to my chest.

"Kate," he whispered softly, making me open my eyes once more, "You aren't going to sleep like that."

I looked at him, ready to argue with him, but sighed in defeat. I was too tired, I was ready to collapse.

"Come here," he whispered hesitantly, gently pulling me across his lap and draping his coat over my shoulders.

I looked up at him, hazel eyes meeting bright blue. I saw nothing but kindness and bravery in those eyes, none of the frustration and anger that I had seen just a few hours ago in the bullpen when he was yelling left and right, trying to find the mob leader.

This was a different man, I realized, one that will actually let you in, one that trusts you.

"Good night, Gibbs," I whispered softly, drifting off to sleep almost immediately after those words escaped from my mouth.

"Night Katie," I thought I heard him whisper and slept with a smile on my face.

Gibbs POV

"Night Katie," I whispered, letting a hand run through her brownish red hair, marveling at the softness.

I stared down at her sleeping figure, taking in how peaceful and calm she looked; she was no longer guarded, no longer on edge, but simply relaxed.

I fell asleep almost immediately after I realized that and woke up to the sun streaming through the wind shield. Summer was slowly approaching the deserts of Arizona, I realized. This case had been a tough one. We had to fly out and follow the Navy Petty Officer from DC to Arizona and through the deserts just to get his trail back.

I rubbed eyes and felt an unfamiliar weight on my lap and looked down to see Kate curled up into a neat ball, her face buried in my shirt and her hands clutching my coat.

I looked further down to see that her right leg was almost completely coated in blood.

I gently shook her awake, "Kate, wake up," I whispered, "I need to check your leg."

She stirred and her eyes opened immediately, full of fear and tears. She looked around for a second, still caught up in her nightmare, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Gibbs! Oh god," she whispered, seeing me, she buried herself into my shoulder.

I instinctively wrapped my arms around her, rubbing soothing circles in her back, trying to calm her down.

"It's OK Kate, we both made it out alive, I just need to check your leg then we can look for help, OK?" I whispered n her ear, my voice soothing.

She stopped shaking after a few more seconds and nodded.

I looked down to see that she was sliding her dress pants off and almost groaned out loud in response. Her skin was milky white, and the pink and black laced panties didn't help.

I ignored her body for a second and my eyes trailed down to the wound, to my relief, it had stopped bleeding, but it had left a hell of a lot of blood.

I took the bottle of alcohol and a few cotton balls and began dabbing at it.

She winced each time, and I felt her muscles tense at my touch. Her skin is so soft, I thought, milky white, and silky smooth. I wiped away most of the blood, and looked at her, to find her face just inches from mine, soft, full, pink lips, flushed cheeks, and hazel eyes, stared into mine.

"Gibbs," she whispered softly, her hand still gripping my shirt, she leaned upwards, closing her eyes, making my heart race in my chest.