Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or any of these characters.
This story is set in an AU where Ari did shoot Kate, but the bullet only grazed her head and she is in a coma throughout season three. And, since this is my story and I can do whatever I want, I've made it Kibbs.
After 'Switch'
Tim McGee lowered himself nervously into the chair by Kate's bed. He was wringing his hands, and when he opened his mouth to speak, nothing came out for a moment. "Hi, Kate." He winced at how weak his own voice sounded. He imagined Kate staring at him, wondering about his visit. "What is it, McGee?" He cleared his throat and started talking. "We had an interesting case this week. Of course, we would have solved it faster if you had been here, with your profiling and everything-" He pictured Kate pursing her lips. "Just spit it out, Tim." He blinked, hard, banishing the image. "Uh, a sailor was shot, in his car, by his wife. But the wife was smart about it, she called her husband's phone and routed it through the home phone while she was killing him. So, uh, yeah, it took us a while, but we got her." He could see Kate smirking at him in his mind's eye, and he blushed. "I just thought you would want to know. You know, for when you wake up." He looked down, suddenly forlorn. "Wake up soon, please, Kate." He swallowed, embarrassed by his sudden outburst. "I mean, Tony's driving me crazy, and Ziva is no help whatsoever." He glanced up at Kate's pale face. "Ziva, is, uh, she's our new Mossad liaison. She joined the team a few weeks ago. But you know that. I'm sure Tony or Abby told you." Tim groaned, and his head fell into his hands. "Please wake up, Kate," he said through his palms. "I need you to come back."