To Protect And Serve
Her disguise is specialized
And her code is confidential
It’s her modus operandi
She’s a threat, makes you sweat
As she drags her cigarette
Man what you see
Ain’t always what you get
You’ve got that damn song stuck in your head, you can’t help it. Not only is it catchy, but it’s part of one of the greatest moments of your life. An outrageous moment if you will. You know you won’t forget this any time soon. It doesn’t even matter that at the end of the day that kid got your sunglasses, you were still able to smile.
*~*~*~*~*~*
You know she’s been trying to figure out what’s wrong with you for weeks. You want to tell her that what she told you has screwed your mind so royally you can hardly think straight, but you can’t do that. If you do that, she’ll feel guilty for putting you through such turmoil and then she’ll do everything in her power to make it right.
You can’t make this right.
*~*~*~*~*~*
You’ve been keeping up with the banter and what not, and some aspects of your relationship have remained the same. You can still piss her off, and get her to join in with harassing Probie, but every now and then you catch her giving you a look. In fact, it’s now called The Look.
The Look has only been given to you on rare occasions, when you’ve been really badly hurt or Gibbs has been too harsh with you. The Look says she wants to mother you, that she’s concerned. It would be okay if that meant tucking you up in bed with a bowl of chicken soup, like you were ill or something. This look means something different than that kind of mothering.
Kate’s mothering means talking. About how you feel. About what worries you. And then she’ll make you want to do something about it. But you can’t do anything about this. You’ve got a snowball’s chance in hell of doing something about this.
Maybe you should talk to Ducky?
*~*~*~*~*~*
You were right that going for a run that morning was a bad idea. Very bad. Of course, this was Kate, and there were two of them. Her and the Commander were adamant that they were going out and you aren’t usually one to stand in the way of women. They gang up and get evil and threaten to do things to a valuable piece of your anatomy, which you are rather fond of.
You were also right about Kate. Well, technically, she was the one that stated the Commander was like a female Gibbs. So, yeah, since Kate is now Mrs Gibbs you were right. Kate is the female version of Gibbs, because she already has a habit of hitting you and screaming your name. Just as long as she doesn’t start doing the creepy thing that he does, you’ll be fine. You’d hate for her to sneak up on you the way he does, cause that’s just wrong.
Maybe she already does it and you just haven’t noticed yet?
*~*~*~*~*~*
The night before the FBI decided to play spies, you got into an argument over who was where. And about the toilet seat. You needed this attitude, the playfulness, because it‘s been missing for some time. You even managed to make an innuendo which no one noticed, thankfully. You’re pretty sure that if the second meaning of your words had been understood, Gibbs would’ve given you and extra hard slap; the one he reserves for really special occasions. So while she took the front and you demanded to take the rear, you slipped in a small term of endearment; you called her dear. Kate dear to be precise. She was either too pissed off with you or she didn’t notice the slip because she never said a word about it. When Gibbs vanished to take a call, you had a stare out.
It was still in her eyes that she wanted to talk things out with you. You could have talked, but really you’d be blaming her for confessing to you in the first place. You often think that if she hadn’t told you then you wouldn’t be in this mess, but if she hadn’t told you first, then you wouldn’t have told her. It would’ve been easier if neither of you said anything; you wouldn’t be in this mess.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Another team member thinks things through.
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