I miss Kate so much! And this weeks episode where she is mentioned just made me miss her even more! Don't get me wrong, Ziva's a good match for Gibbs, but Kate was so much better! No offense I love both of them haha

I'm going to continue Operation Aboard just need to start something new.

Kate POV

I felt my eye lids droop as I stared at the computer screen, the little black letters of my report blurring into an incomprehensible mess. I felt the hand propping my chin up slip away and my head crashed onto the keyboard.

"Kate!"

I lurched to my feet, my eyes wide open and looked around, seeing Gibbs walking down the hall with two cups of coffee. I sighed in relief and frustration; did he always have to do that?

"Yes, Gibbs?" I asked tiredly, waiting for him to respond, I cautiously sat back down.

"Grab your coat, I'll drive you home. No one can be productive when it's three am and they haven't had anything to eat the whole day," he grumbled, placing a coffee on my desk.

"Wow, didn't know you cared," I joked and grabbed my coat, following him into the elevator. I leaned my head against the cool medal of the elevator and willed my headache to go away.

I felt him staring at me and looked up into his clear blue eyes, "You ok?" He asked, his voice soft.

I nodded, shrugging, "Just a little tired, it's nothing."

He nodded and we waited quietly for the elevator to open. When it did, he was out of the medal box in a few seconds, causing me to run after him and make the room start to spin.

I walked towards his black sedan and slipped into the passenger seat, closing the door behind me and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

I groaned, "Why won't it go away?" I mumbled, my head in my hands.

"Why won't what go away?" He asked, starting the car and reversing out of the parking space.

"Headache, nothing big, just annoying," I mumbled as we pulled away from the building. We drove in silence for ten minutes and then the shrill ringing of a phone sounded in the car.

He looked at me, gesturing for me to pick it up.

I shrugged, "Not me."

He sighed and took out his phone, flipping it open, "Yeah, Gibbs," he answered. I watched as his expression darkened, "No, driving an agent home. . .I can't come now. . .is he alright? . .Get him ready and we'll go. I'll be there in ten."

He snapped the phone shut, making a sharp u-turn. I gripped onto the seats for dear life and wondered what has gotten him so spooked. I turned my head slightly away from the window and watched him. His silver hair glistened in the moonlight, shimmering with the black strands woven through. His blue eyes had an unsaid furry in them that made me cringe and yet, I couldn't look away from his face.

"Why you looking at me like that, Kate?" He growled, his voice menacingly low.

"Who was that on the phone?" I asked, countering his question with a question.

"None of your business, you're going home, and I'll take care of it. Tell the Director I'll be away for a month at the most."

I gaped at him, "Gibbs, I'm not leaving you! You can't make me!" I said, sitting up straighter, all thoughts of sleep evaporating away.

"Agent Todd, it wasn't a suggestion, it was an order," he growled.

I shook my head, "Either you kick me out right now into on coming traffic or you take me with you. You need someone to watch your six."

He laughed, a laugh without humor, "Kate, are you sure you want to get into this?" He asked, turning away from the road and letting his blue eyes look into my hazel ones.

I nodded confidently, I would go to the ends of the Earth for this man, I would go to hell and back, so I would most definitely be watching his six.

"Fine, normally I would just shoot you, but that would take too much time," he joked.

I laughed and snuggled back into the seat, bringing my legs up to my chest, still looking at him. I wondered if he knew how much I loved him and how much I thought about him after work and during work.

"Rule 12, Kate," I thought, he would never break one of his rules, especially for you. He doesn't know, and he never will know.

"Get some sleep, the drive's going to take a few more minutes, I'll wake you when we get there," he told me, his eyes once again on the road, dodging cars and leaving a trail of beeps behind us.

I nodded and closed my eyes, a small smile on my face. I had just won my very first argument with the infamous Leroy Jethro Gibbs. If that wasn't an accomplishment, I didn't know what was.

I felt someone shaking my shoulder and frowned, turning away from them, "Leave me alone, Sean, sleep," I mumbled.

"Who the hell is Sean?" I felt the scent of coffee mixed with pine float into my nose and through my muddled brain, I pulled out an identification for the man.

I opened my eyes, jerking my self out of my position, "Gibbs! Oh, sorry, I fell asleep."

I blushed a faint pink and tried to straighten out my skirt and the blazer I wore to cover the red tank top.

"You didn't answer my question, Agent Todd, who's Sean?" He pressed on, his face a few centimeters away from mine.

I shrugged, "A current friend I'm seeing, do you have a problem, Agent Gibbs?" I asked, hoping that I would catch even the tiniest flicker of jealousy in those clear blue eyes.

He hesitated a moment then moved away, "No, just as long as you're being careful, and he treats you right."

I was in shock; he never showed how he felt at work, ever, so why was he starting now? I looked at him quizzically and decided to let it go, saving the memory for later.

I looked around to see that the car had stopped and we were now in front of a brick house with the porch light on and a car in the drive way.

I followed Gibbs out the door and felt around carefully in the dark, shivering slightly as we approached the porch steps.

He knocked on the door twice and immediately the door opened to reveal a woman with long red hair and a little boy in her arms, fast asleep.

"Jethro! Thank God you came here so fast, they're coming, Jethro, they're-"

She stopped mid-sentence, noticing me standing there, carefully observing them. I felt her eyes trail up and down my body, analyzing every bit of me and had to crush the anger that was welling up inside me.

"Who's this?" She asked cautiously, stepping into his embrace.

"One of my best agents," he whispered in her ear, giving her a soft kiss on her cheek.

I clenched my fists in jealousy and turned to face them full on, my jaw muscles working back and forth. Who was this woman? Who was the boy she had in her arms? And how the hell did she know Gibbs?

"Can we trust her?" The woman asked, flipping her hair back, still eyeing me cautiously.

"Yeah, I trust her with my life, Jackie," he mumbled and let her go, facing me.

The woman turned to face me once again, letting Gibbs take hold of the sleeping boy who now opened his eyes. To my surprise, they were the same shade as Gibbs's.

"Daddy?" The little boy asked, cautiously, stretching.

I looked to Gibbs, my eyes wide and saw his face break into a smile; a genuine smile, not a smirk he very rarely tossed out, but a real smile. I have never seen him so relaxed before, I thought, and felt my heart break. There was so much I didn't know about this man that I called my boss everyday.

"Yeah, buddy, we're going to go on a little trip, mommy has everything we'll need," Gibbs told the little boy, stroking his dark hair.

His voice was so gentle that it pulled at my heart, making me realize just how different a man he was and how many sides there were of him.

"How long did you work for him?" The red headed woman ask, her fierce green eyes shooting daggers at me.

"I worked in secret service, then I resigned and have been working for Gibbs ever since."

I kept my emotions behind a dense wall that I had created over time to deal with my building love for the man holding a little boy in his arms; a father I corrected myself.

She nodded, and walked towards the car, two bags in her hands. I opened the back seat door for her and let her climb in. I watched as Gibbs placed the little boy snuggle in with his mother and give him a kiss on his cheek, draping a blanket over him.

I felt my phone vibrating as I climbed in and answered it.

"Agent Todd," I answered promptly, fully aware of the whole car going silent. I felt his blue eyes look at me questioningly.

"Ah, Kate, did you miss me? I missed you," a dark voice said over the line.

I tensed, motioning for Gibbs to begin driving. He shook his head and waited, arms crossed.

"Jethro, just drive!" The red head hissed, and yet, he still shook his head.

"Who's this?" I asked softly, trying to hide my response. I knew that voice, that voice still haunted my night mares when I closed my eyes, that voice was the voice of a man that could and probably would take my life in a heart beat if he had to.

"Ari Haswari. Oh, you have forgotten me, my Katie, no matter. I will be picking you up very soon anyways. I hope you still sleep with that gun."

I let the phone slip out of my grasp and onto my lap, my eyes wide and my face slightly pale. I stared at nothing for a second, thinking of our encounter at Autopsy, how he had kidnapped me, and how he still considered me to be his. I still felt his fingers along my body and I still scrubbed my skin raw every time I went in the shower; all because of him.

"Kate?" Gibbs called, pulling me away from the past.

I made my face blank, once again adding to the barrier of hidden emotions inside me, "Yes, Gibbs?"

"Who was that?" He asked softly, and I heard an impatient sigh from behind us.

I shook my head, "Nothing, start driving, and I expect a briefing later," I told him, forcing a smile.

He looked at me for a few minutes more, and then pulled the car into gear and reversed out of the drive way, and back onto the road, his eyes catching mine and asking me silent questions while probing into my brain.

I cautiously picked up the phone with a slightly shaking hand and went into the received calls list. It was a blocked number, to my frustration.

I waited for him to call back, my phone cradled in my lap, my eyes glued to the blinking screen. I was about to fall asleep when it began vibrating again. I flipped it open and saw a text come through.

Be prepared, Caitlin, the moment you let your guard down, you and him will both die.

-A.H

I swallowed hard against the lump that had formed in my throat and tried to hide the goose bumps that now covered my arms and legs.

I didn't dare reply, just turned my phone off and shoved it roughly into my pocket. I looked behind me to see the little boy tucked in his mothers arms, both of them asleep, the little boy snoring softly.

"Kate, something's bothering you, what is it?" He asked softly, keeping his voice low.

I turned around and saw his blue eyes directed towards me and just shook my head, "You have a son, Gibbs? And a wife? And you never told anyone of us?"

He shook his head, "Ex wife, Kate, the son's mine, at least. I answered your question, now you answer mine," he told me, his voice hard.

I shook my head, "I'm not done. Where are we going, what are we running from and what the hell are we going to tell the Director?"

He thought for a moment, "Someone's after them, Katie," he said quietly, "I think it's Ari, trying to get to me again, but this time, just not through you. We're going to a motel and we're going to stay there for the night. I'll tell the Director you're sick and hospitalized and I have to take care of you for a few weeks, make sure you're ok."

I nodded, chewing on my bottom lip thoughtfully, "And how the hell am I going to get my stuff or my clothes or any of the stuff I need?"

He laughed, and to my amazement pulled up in front of my apartment.

"You got five minutes to pack for a few weeks, Kate, so hurry up."

I nodded, shocked, and opened the door quietly and got out, closing it behind me, I ran into the apartment, taking the stairs in my haste.

I opened my door with the keys and was instantly frozen in place. The apartment was trashed, everything ripped apart and glass littered everywhere. I couldn't bring myself to go in but then remembered what Gibbs had said and cautiously stepped over the glass and into my bedroom; the only place that was intact.

I went into my closet, a wave of nausea sweeping over me at the sight of blood on the white walls. I read the words and felt the bile rise up into my throat.

You needed redecorating anyways, Caitlin, I will see you soon

I grabbed a suitcase and stuffed everything my hand could touch into it, grabbing my charger and all the money I had. I have to tell Gibbs, I thought quietly, but decided against it. It would only stress him out more.

I took another look at the bloody letters, and took a few pictures, sending them to Tony and told him what happened and to not tell the Director. I took pictures of my apartment and stopped at the fifth click.

I rushed to the bathroom, emptying my stomach into the toilet, tears sliding down my cheeks. I sat there, beside the toilet crying softly.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was already 7 minutes and walked out of the bathroom, suitcase in hand, and back out to the car, trying to hide the tears and the little amount of blood I had thrown up that had some how gotten onto my shirt.

I took my suitcase and threw it into the trunk, closing it softly and getting into the passenger seat.

As soon as the door closed, he turned me to face him. I kept my head stubbornly down, avoiding his eyes and letting the tears fall onto my lap.

"Kate, look at me, tell me what happened," he told me, his thumb wiping away the tears.

I shook my head, I had been keeping this from Gibbs for two weeks now, keeping him away from the phone calls that plagued me almost every night, his voice always on the other end, threatening, taunting.

Finally, I looked up, realizing that we weren't going to go anywhere until I did. That was probably the biggest mistake. His blue eyes held nothing but love in them and it made me want to cry some more, but I didn't.

He looked me over and when he saw the blood he immediately reached for the car door.

"Gibbs, don't," I whispered, pulling him back.

"Then tell me what the hell happened!" He hissed, his voice showing his breaking point.

I sighed, "Ari, he went into my apartment, threatened me. He was the one that called me a few minutes ago. The bloods not. . .exactly mine," I finished, looking down, trying to hide my emotions from him.

"How long," he whispered, his expression softening.

"He's been calling for a little over two weeks now," I whisper, I sounded deflated and defeated, almost as if I were left out in the open to be shot.

"Dammit, Kate! Why didn't you tell me?" He roared, causing movement from the back seats.

I shook my head, "You had enough to worry about, Gibbs. I can take care of myself."

"The hell you can! I am not losing another agent, not to him," he whispered in my ear, catching me off guard.

He pulled me to him and I cautiously leaned my head against his shoulder, "Gibbs," I began, "You don't have to do this. You can just leave me here now, and pretend this didn't happen and take them away to someplace safe."

"No, Kate, I can't," he said, "I need a partner on this, and I need you to be waiting for me and alive when I come back."

I pulled away from him, feeling her eyes boring into my back and sure enough, when I pulled away, her green eyes were staring right at me.

I looked past her to see a shadow around the corner, a sniper rifle raised.

"Get down!"I yelled, pushing into the back seat and making them duck.

I felt the car move and heard the threatening cracks of bullets flying through glass; I felt myself being pushed and then, everything went black, the roaring waves of pain hit me next, and I was knocked out cold.

Wonder what happened to Kate O: only I will know (: review!