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 'Probie'
Ziva glanced around awkwardly, unsure of exactly why she was here. She looked around outside before closing the door and slipping over to the side of Kate's bed. She cleared her throat and began quietly. "Hello, Kate. I'm Ziva David, Mossad liaison to NCIS. I joined Gibbs' team when you, ah, arrived here." There was no answer, but Ziva wasn't expecting one. "I, uh, I know the others constantly beg you to wake up, and it must get tiresome, so I won't do that. But, if you want, now would be a really good time." She took a deep breath. "McGee shot a cop. He didn't mean to, of course, and it twists out he may have not even fired the kill-shot, but he is still traumatized." Ziva frowned. "Is 'twists' correct? Or is it 'turns'?" She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head to clear it. "Anyway, I've said what I came here to say. Now would be a good time to wake up, because-" she grasped for words, and decided on something simple. "-because McGee needs you. Only if you want, of course. And if you decide not to, that is all right. I will take care of him until you do." Her face twisted thoughtfully. "I will take care of all of them. I promise."
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