Post by LJG_NCIS on Jul 4, 2005 14:50:52 GMT -5
This is the first time I have ever written fan fic, so I hopefully it won't stink.
Title: After Twilight: Gibbs POV
Disclaimer: CBS and DPB and all those people own it all, unfortunately
*This takes place back at NCIS HQ shortly after Kate was killed on the rooftop by Ari*
It's all my fault. I should have killed him when I had the chance. He put a round through me, and took my agents hostage. I should have put a bullet in his skull when he put one through my shoulder. Now Kate is dead, and I feel responsible. I could have killed him so many times before, like at the cafe. I mean, Kate jumped in front of the bullet that was meant for me, then we realized shw was ok. Then we all just stood up, knowing that Ari was still there. Damn it! I had a dream, where I saw Kate lying dead in a bag. Now my nighmare is real. Everyone here at NCIS is a wreck, including me. I am trying to keep it together as much as I can, because the team would fall apart even more if they saw how I was feeling on the inside. Tony is showing the side none of us has ever seen before. He is sitting at Kate's desk, staring at her things, red-eyed and sniffing every now and then. Tim is sitting at his desk with his head bent, tear stains on his cheeks, puffy eyed. I think he is taking this really hard, because Kate was always really nice to him.
Abby took it so bad. It tears me up to see her like that. She is always so, I don't know, happy and cheerful. When we came back, she saw the three of us. Tony's face was still covered in blood, and we were all crying. Kate wasn't there, and she put two and two together. She sat in her swirly chair that she loves so much, and sobbed until I thought there was nothing left inside her. Next was Ducky. Kate's body was being sent to NCIS, and I knew it would be better to let Ducky know about Kate before he opened up the bag. Kate was the daughter to Ducky that he never had. I haven't ever seen Ducky cry in all the years I have known him, but when I told him, tears ran down his wrinkled cheeks, and he excused himself to his room where he could cry in peace. I think he didn't want to alarm Tony or McGee. It was alarming to me.
I will eventually have to move on and hire a new agent. But I won't rest until that damn nice guy Ari is laying on Ducky's table with his brains all over this face. Watch out Ari. I don't care what Fornell or anyone else tells me to do. As soon as I seen Ari, he might as well have let me kill him when he put the round through my shoulder. That would have been quick, but his death now will be so slow, he'll have wished he never killed Kate, never took her and the other members of my team hostage, wished that he never met me, that he was never a terrorist, that he was never born. Ari, you're mine.
Title: After Twilight: Gibbs POV
Disclaimer: CBS and DPB and all those people own it all, unfortunately
*This takes place back at NCIS HQ shortly after Kate was killed on the rooftop by Ari*
It's all my fault. I should have killed him when I had the chance. He put a round through me, and took my agents hostage. I should have put a bullet in his skull when he put one through my shoulder. Now Kate is dead, and I feel responsible. I could have killed him so many times before, like at the cafe. I mean, Kate jumped in front of the bullet that was meant for me, then we realized shw was ok. Then we all just stood up, knowing that Ari was still there. Damn it! I had a dream, where I saw Kate lying dead in a bag. Now my nighmare is real. Everyone here at NCIS is a wreck, including me. I am trying to keep it together as much as I can, because the team would fall apart even more if they saw how I was feeling on the inside. Tony is showing the side none of us has ever seen before. He is sitting at Kate's desk, staring at her things, red-eyed and sniffing every now and then. Tim is sitting at his desk with his head bent, tear stains on his cheeks, puffy eyed. I think he is taking this really hard, because Kate was always really nice to him.
Abby took it so bad. It tears me up to see her like that. She is always so, I don't know, happy and cheerful. When we came back, she saw the three of us. Tony's face was still covered in blood, and we were all crying. Kate wasn't there, and she put two and two together. She sat in her swirly chair that she loves so much, and sobbed until I thought there was nothing left inside her. Next was Ducky. Kate's body was being sent to NCIS, and I knew it would be better to let Ducky know about Kate before he opened up the bag. Kate was the daughter to Ducky that he never had. I haven't ever seen Ducky cry in all the years I have known him, but when I told him, tears ran down his wrinkled cheeks, and he excused himself to his room where he could cry in peace. I think he didn't want to alarm Tony or McGee. It was alarming to me.
I will eventually have to move on and hire a new agent. But I won't rest until that damn nice guy Ari is laying on Ducky's table with his brains all over this face. Watch out Ari. I don't care what Fornell or anyone else tells me to do. As soon as I seen Ari, he might as well have let me kill him when he put the round through my shoulder. That would have been quick, but his death now will be so slow, he'll have wished he never killed Kate, never took her and the other members of my team hostage, wished that he never met me, that he was never a terrorist, that he was never born. Ari, you're mine.
