THIS IS RATED M FOR RAPE…by the most unlikely person. IF YOU'RE NOT MATURE ENOUGH DON'T READ THIS OR IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT, JUST STOP.

Gibbs POV

The hallway was blessedly clear; I breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked out of the door, our captor's gun clutched tightly in my right palm. I walked and motioned for Kate to follow and took off at a run around the corner.

Everything looked the same, the walls were the same wood, the same design, and I was willing to bet all made by the same person. It was like a maze and we were the rats stuck in the middle.

There were doors on either side, but to my dismay, I didn't remember which one lead to our freedom.

I began slowly easing open the doors to my left, and Kate did the same with the ones on her right.

Suddenly, I felt a wave of nausea strike me and I had to steady myself by leaning against the door's frame.

"These rooms are all empty, Gibbs," Kate whispered in my ear, suddenly behind me.

I nodded, not saying a word, I continued on, turning more corners and opening the first door I saw. This one had a flight of stairs going downwards.

I nodded towards the stairs and she followed. We jumped three at a time, desperately trying to get out. My feet pounded against the cool cement of the stairs as we went down step after step.

Finally, there was a door at the bottom, the same type of wood as all the rest. I pulled this one open and felt the hot sun burn against my skin. Despite the blinding bright light, I was overjoyed, we were going to make it.

"Kate, we made it," I whispered, turning around and expecting to find her hazel eyes glaring through the sun.

Instead, I realized I was talking to the air.

Kate was no where to be found. I looked around, and then back up the stairs, I hadn't heard anyone coming, so where could she have gone?

"Kate!" I yelled, hearing my voice echo and bounce off the walls made my stomach flip. This was not good. The whole place couldn't be empty, not so soon.

I drew out the gun I had tucked into my belt and held it in front of me. I went up a few stairs and was disappointed; she wasn't here. How did she just disappear into thin air?

Suddenly, I heard heavy breathing behind me, I whipped around, and that was the last thing I did. At first I felt a blinding pain, and then, nothing.

Kate POV

I followed him down the stairs, jumping them along with him. We were so close, I could feel it. I was beginning to start sweating and my breathing had sped up and I felt tired as hell, but I had to get out. That was the only thing keeping me going.

When we got to the bottom of the stairs and he stopped at the door, I felt my heart drop, the door was exactly the same as the ones we had open.

With our luck, it lead to another flight of stairs.

Suddenly, I felt a gloved hand cover my mouth, making me breath in a strange scent that made my head hurt.

I felt myself being pulled back, away from Gibbs. I wanted to cry out and kick, but I couldn't move; my body was slowly shutting down, and I felt my eyes close.

I woke up with a start, someone was lying over me, but it was too dark to make out who it was. Their breathing was heavy, and I felt sweat on their body. But the thing that stood out the most was that I was actually comfortable, I felt soft cotton sheets beneath me and I felt an even softer pillow underneath my head.

I tried to push the man off, but he wouldn't budge.

"Get off me," I mumbled sleepily, still coming out of my stupor.

I felt his hands on me, first starting with the first button of my shirt, and then, as if too impatient, ripping my shirt apart.

Suddenly, I was fully awake. I jerked my eyes open, but it was still too dark. I could make out a lamp on the side table, but there was nothing else. Only a dark shape over me, breathing heavily.

"I said get off!" I screamed, kicking out at him.

He groaned a little and I froze, I knew that voice.

Suddenly, I was paralyzed with fear. I couldn't even move.

I felt his hands tear at the pants I had taken from our captor and rip them off, leaving me in only my bra and panties. I tried to make my brain function, to do something to protect myself, but couldn't.

"Gibbs," I whispered, my voice hoarse, "Please, don't."

He didn't seem to hear me, and I felt my bra being ripped off and my panties being thrown across the room. I was crying now, tears of humiliation and confusion. What was he doing? Why couldn't I move?

As if as soon as I found out who was on top of me, I was frozen. I couldn't fight him, I realized, all I could do was lie there and hope he comes out of what ever he was in.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain down there and screamed out as he entered me. This wasn't Gibbs, this wasn't my love, my savior, no, this was a twisted mutated version of him. He pumped in and out of me with unsaid fury.

I tried to push him off, but again, he wouldn't move. I cried, tears streaming down my cheeks and sobbed. His hands were cupping my breasts and squeezing hard, this wasn't what I wanted, I wanted to yell at him through my tears, but I couldn't.

I felt his hot seed enter me and I fought even harder, kicking him squarely in the stomach and sending him backwards, but it was too late.

"Gibbs!" I screamed, sobbing and sitting up, I turned on the lamp I couldn't reach before to see that he was now at the very edge of the bed.

I gasped, this wasn't him. His eyes, once a clear, crystal blue, were now clouded in a drug endued stupor, a thick haze that was full of lust. They drugged him; I thought to my disdain, they drugged him.

"Gibbs," I sobbed, curling up into a tight ball, "Fight it, please, don't hurt me anymore, you're not that type of person. This isn't you, this isn't the man that I love!"

The last words seemed to make him come out of it. Suddenly, his eyes cleared and were back to that crystal blue I loved so well.

"Kate, what-" he stopped dead and reached out to touch me. I automatically shrank away from his touch.

"What happened?" He finished, rubbing a hand over his face.

I couldn't tell him, I just sat there, sobbing and refusing to look at him, anywhere but at him.

"Kate," he whispered again, now at my side, laying a hand on my shoulder and rubbing soothing circles.

"They drugged you, and you," I started sobbing again, tears clogging my throat.

He seemed to understand, because his hand retracted and I felt him move further away. I heard the rustling of blankets but didn't dare pick up my head.

"God dammit," I heard him mumble, his head in his hands.

Suddenly, I heard a sharp crack and my head shot up. I found him standing in front of a large hole in the room; his fist began flying through the plaster, punching it over and over again.

Without even hesitating, I ran over to him and pulled on his arm to stop him from delivering the next blow.

I stood in between him and the now hole ridden wall, staring up at him. He had covered his waist with a towel, but his chest was still perfectly bare.

"Kate," he whispered, tears in his eyes, "Did I really?"

I couldn't lie to him, he'd find out sooner or later. I nodded my confirmation.

He nodded back and I saw grief wash over his features, make him suddenly look twice as old as he really is. I could see the pain that seemed to radiate off of him, making my heart break as well as his. I held him against me, tight, as if that would ease the pain.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, tears sliding down his cheeks, "Kate, I am so sorry, I-I ruined your life. I can't believe I did that to you, I'm so sorry."

I pulled his head down into the crook of my neck and just held him as his arms encircled me. I held him as he cried, rubbing circles in his powerful back. I cried with him, tears sliding down my cheeks until both of our tears were mingling.

Gibbs POV

Lust. That's the only thing that was going through my mind. I had to have her, I had to take her or I just might die. I ripped at her shirt, not hearing her complaints, they seemed to go in one ear and out the other.

God, she was so beautiful, I thought, staring at the exposed skin, a perfect white. It looked so soft and silky. I ran my hands over her body starting with her shirt and unbuttoning the first one, then, as if too impatient, I just ripped the shirt open to reveal her lacy bra.

I didn't waste any time, and ripped her pants off as well until she was clad in matching lingerie. I let my hands roam up to her full breasts and squeeze them through her bra, then threw it across the room, her panties followed.

Suddenly, the lust seemed to stop. I tried to fight against it, against the cloud of drugs that had settled over my minds and heard her begging, heard her pleading to stop and heard her crying and trying to kick me off.

I groaned as she landed a square kick to my ribs, but didn't seem to stop. I went under again, and the monster resurfaced.

I grabbed her breasts with no mercy and squeezed them, feeling the lush soft skin. I moved closer to her still, until I was stationed right at her opening and thrust in with all my might. I heard her cry out but in my muddled brain, it sounded like a cry of joy, not pain.

I kept pumping in and out of her, moaning with pleasure. I felt myself climax as her wet walls contracted around me, pulling me in deeper.

I moaned again as I released my seed into her and right after that, I felt her leg come up and kick me squarely in the stomach, sending me backwards towards the end of the bed. Suddenly, the fog lifted again and I was left breathing heavily and confused.

I looked down at myself to see that I was completely naked and dripping wet. My eyes narrowed, what the hell was going on?

I turned to see Kate, and my eyes widened with horror. She was like a goddess, her skin a perfect milky white with a slight tan, glowing in the moon light that shone in through the slits of the curtain. He body was curvy and looked so soft in all the right places.

"What happened?" I choked out, still in awe.

To my surprise, she began sobbing violently, and she tucked her head into the crook of her arm, trying to quiet herself. I saw the pain that washed over her features and my heart sank. Did the bastards rape her? If they did, I swear to god I'll kill each and everyone of them, I thought.

"Kate," I whispered, prodding her to explain to me, my voice soft and reassuring.

"They drugged you, and you," she couldn't go on, her tears clouding up her throat.

I froze. No, this couldn't be happening. I would never . . . no! I would never hurt her like that, I wanted to tell her, I wouldn't . . .

I scooted away from her, a look of horror and disbelief on my face until I was on the very edge of the bed again. God, did I really, I thought, and wanted to punch myself. I couldn't remember a damn thing.

I felt pain and horror build up inside me until I was completely numb.

"God dammit," I hissed out, my head in my hands. I ruined the purest woman in the world. I had imagined that one day we would get together, but not like this, I had never dreamed that I would force her into something as sick as this. The strange part was that I didn't even remember, it was like I had no damn control.

I leapt off the bed and before I knew it, my fist had flown through the hotel wall, making a good sized hole. I couldn't stop, the pain inside me was growing to become unbearable and I began punching the wall rapidly, tears pouring out of my eyes.

How could you? That voice inside my head mocked, making me cringe.

Suddenly she was in between me and the wall, stopping me from doing further damage.

"Kate," I whispered, tears in his eyes, "Did I really?"

She hesitated for a moment and nodded slowly, almost unnoticeably.

I nodded back and rubbed a hand over my face as I cried, the pain was eating away at me. How could my self control break? How could I hurt her, when I had sworn to myself that I wouldn't? I wanted to yell with rage, but I couldn't even speak. I was still choking on my tears.

She hugged me against her, pulling me down and I tucked my head into her shoulder, crying and whispered softly, "I'm so sorry, Kate, I am so sorry, I-I ruined your life. I can't believe I did that to you, I'm so sorry."

I repeated those words as if they were a mantra over and over again while she held me, rubbing circles in my back and comforting me, but all the while, silent.