There's a single red rose on her desk when she arrives at work.
"Looks like you've got an admirer," Tony comments.
Kate raises the flower to her face; the petals are soft, the scent rich.
She smells coffee, and opens her eyes. Gibbs is holding out a cup to her, looking altogether too pleased with himself.
"Secret admirer?" he echoes Tony.
Kate smiles and her fingers brush his as she takes the coffee. "Maybe not so secret."
Gibbs' expression turns serious for a moment. "No, maybe not."
"I've never really liked secrets."
"Good to know." Gibbs smiles again, then moves to his desk.