For Dani and the prompt: Gibbs/Kate and bar.
He watches her at the bar, shoulders slumped, downing shot after shot, and wonders when she'll learn that there's never enough alcohol to forget. It might dull the pain for a while, but she's going to remember tomorrow.
He doesn't want to think about why he can't bear the thought of her in pain.
When he reaches her side, she glances sideways at him, then reaches for another glass.
"No, Kate, that's enough."
"You're not my father." Her words are surprisingly clear.
"But I'm your friend."
She looks at him again, then smiles slightly, and lets him help her up.