Returning (Chapter 7)
No, I haven't fallen off the face of the planet. I sort of caught up with myself (I like to write a couple of chapters ahead so I always have at least one chapter written when I post) so I took some time to write ahead, then got distracted by Uni work and an original story of my own.
But I'm back now with the next bit.
Title: Returning (Chapter 7)
Author: Purerose
Fandom: NCIS
Prompt: 024 Taxi
Character/Pairing: Kate/Gibbs
Rating: PG
Word Count: 949
Summary: Kate and the girls head home.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately Kate and Gibbs are not mine. This is AU, post-Twilight. BIG THANK YOU for all the comments and everything. And for the nomination for the Kibbs awards. Wow! I feel special :D
[ Chapter 1] [ Chapter 2] [ Chapter 3] [ Chapter 4] [ Chapter 5] [ Chapter 6
You are stressed. All of your things are in boxes and suitcases. You’re alarmed at how little you’ve acquired in the past couple of years. Most of your furniture is to be left behind, it was never really yours anyway, it came with the house. The girls cribs are among the only things still standing which have yet to be packed. On the day that you leave to go to the motel, the night before you are due to fly back… fly home, Larry comes and helps you dismantle them.
Watching him sitting on the girls bedroom floor, sorting screws and washers into little plastic bags for reassembly back in Washington, you are reminded of a time shortly after your arrival here. As if the shock of discovering your pregnancy hadn’t been enough, learning that you were expecting twins was terrifying. You became an emotional wreck. You had sat in the corner of that very room, feet up on a stool, watching as Larry swore at bits of wood and metal. Now you’re watching the same scene in reverse.
Leaving the house is an oddly sad occasion. You’ve spent the last few days taking as many photographs of the place as you can. The girls will never remember this home but you intend to tell them all about the unusual circumstances which led to their first year there. Together you and Larry wave off the removal van, a tiny little thing, containing most of your clothes, the girls toys and some other little bits and pieces steeped in memories of your time in the town.
Larry drives you, the girls and Rebel to the motel, Rebel whines all the way there. He’s excited about the car journey but obviously doesn’t realise that in a few hours he’ll be separated from you and on his way to the airport with Larry. For most of the short trip to the motel you are silent. The girls are singing in the back; their new favourite song is ‘row, row, row your boat’, they only know the first line so it is more than a little irritating.
Noticing your grated nerves Larry rests a hand on yours and gives it a friendly squeeze. You’re grateful for his support right now and you give him a brief smile before closing your eyes and dreaming of where you’ll be in less than twenty-four hours time… when Gibbs will be meeting you at the airport…
A nudge wakes you. “We’re here.” Larry tells you. He’s already out of the car and unfastening Bridget from her car seat. You move around to the other side of the car and retrieve Elizabeth while he gets your room key.
He doesn’t hang around for long. He has to take Rebel to the airport. You feel a little jealous of your dog. He’s going to get to see Gibbs a whole twelve hours before you and the girls do. Larry promises that he’ll be back at nine o’clock the next morning and suggests that you get some rest. You can’t really see that happening. You’re like a child at Christmas. The sooner tomorrow comes the better. The sooner you get back…
Despite telling Larry that you’ll never get to sleep it is surprisingly easy to drift off once the girls have collapsed in their shared cot. Before you are even aware of having dozed off the alarm on your phone is ringing and the girls are calling for you.
Kneeling in front of the bathtub that morning you tell your daughters that they’ll see their Daddy today.
“Lally.” Elizabeth tells you.
“Boat.” Her twin adds.
“Yes. Daddy has a boat.” You reply, wondering how to break them of the habit of calling Gibbs ‘Larry’.
A little after eight you get a phone call from Larry. “Hi, Katie. I’m really sorry, I’ve got caught up with something here. I’m not going to be able to go with you today.”
You feel your blood pressure begin to rise. “But I can’t take the girls by myself, I need someone with me on the plane. Should I postpone the flight?”
“It’s okay. I’ve arranged it with a friend. He’s going to go with you.” You begin to bluster about how the girls will be difficult. Elizabeth can be murder with people she doesn’t know, and once one starts the other will begin to complain too, but Larry cuts you off. “Trust me. The girls know him. You know him. It’ll be fine. I’ll see you later.”
You’re about to ask how he’ll see you later if he’s not going to make the flight, but just like that he’s gone.
You begin pacing the small motel room while the girls watch in amusement from the floor. You’re angry at Larry for being so calm about abandoning you with someone you barely know at the last moment. While you check your bags over and over again you wrack your brains trying to remember who this mystery agent could be; someone you and the girls know, could be anyone - Larry’s had several partners over the past two years.
There is little movement outside the window so when the cab pulls up outside it catches your attention. A man inside leans forward and pays the driver, grabs a bag from the seat beside him and gets out. You see silver hair and immediately you know who Larry has sent to escort you.
You propel yourself to the door feeling embarrassed with yourself at being angry with Larry.
“You.” Is all you can say as Gibbs strolls towards you with his bag slung over his shoulder. “You came.”
“Yes.” He says as the taxi drives away. “I did."
But I'm back now with the next bit.
Title: Returning (Chapter 7)
Author: Purerose
Fandom: NCIS
Prompt: 024 Taxi
Character/Pairing: Kate/Gibbs
Rating: PG
Word Count: 949
Summary: Kate and the girls head home.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately Kate and Gibbs are not mine. This is AU, post-Twilight. BIG THANK YOU for all the comments and everything. And for the nomination for the Kibbs awards. Wow! I feel special :D
[ Chapter 1] [ Chapter 2] [ Chapter 3] [ Chapter 4] [ Chapter 5] [ Chapter 6
You are stressed. All of your things are in boxes and suitcases. You’re alarmed at how little you’ve acquired in the past couple of years. Most of your furniture is to be left behind, it was never really yours anyway, it came with the house. The girls cribs are among the only things still standing which have yet to be packed. On the day that you leave to go to the motel, the night before you are due to fly back… fly home, Larry comes and helps you dismantle them.
Watching him sitting on the girls bedroom floor, sorting screws and washers into little plastic bags for reassembly back in Washington, you are reminded of a time shortly after your arrival here. As if the shock of discovering your pregnancy hadn’t been enough, learning that you were expecting twins was terrifying. You became an emotional wreck. You had sat in the corner of that very room, feet up on a stool, watching as Larry swore at bits of wood and metal. Now you’re watching the same scene in reverse.
Leaving the house is an oddly sad occasion. You’ve spent the last few days taking as many photographs of the place as you can. The girls will never remember this home but you intend to tell them all about the unusual circumstances which led to their first year there. Together you and Larry wave off the removal van, a tiny little thing, containing most of your clothes, the girls toys and some other little bits and pieces steeped in memories of your time in the town.
Larry drives you, the girls and Rebel to the motel, Rebel whines all the way there. He’s excited about the car journey but obviously doesn’t realise that in a few hours he’ll be separated from you and on his way to the airport with Larry. For most of the short trip to the motel you are silent. The girls are singing in the back; their new favourite song is ‘row, row, row your boat’, they only know the first line so it is more than a little irritating.
Noticing your grated nerves Larry rests a hand on yours and gives it a friendly squeeze. You’re grateful for his support right now and you give him a brief smile before closing your eyes and dreaming of where you’ll be in less than twenty-four hours time… when Gibbs will be meeting you at the airport…
A nudge wakes you. “We’re here.” Larry tells you. He’s already out of the car and unfastening Bridget from her car seat. You move around to the other side of the car and retrieve Elizabeth while he gets your room key.
He doesn’t hang around for long. He has to take Rebel to the airport. You feel a little jealous of your dog. He’s going to get to see Gibbs a whole twelve hours before you and the girls do. Larry promises that he’ll be back at nine o’clock the next morning and suggests that you get some rest. You can’t really see that happening. You’re like a child at Christmas. The sooner tomorrow comes the better. The sooner you get back…
Despite telling Larry that you’ll never get to sleep it is surprisingly easy to drift off once the girls have collapsed in their shared cot. Before you are even aware of having dozed off the alarm on your phone is ringing and the girls are calling for you.
Kneeling in front of the bathtub that morning you tell your daughters that they’ll see their Daddy today.
“Lally.” Elizabeth tells you.
“Boat.” Her twin adds.
“Yes. Daddy has a boat.” You reply, wondering how to break them of the habit of calling Gibbs ‘Larry’.
A little after eight you get a phone call from Larry. “Hi, Katie. I’m really sorry, I’ve got caught up with something here. I’m not going to be able to go with you today.”
You feel your blood pressure begin to rise. “But I can’t take the girls by myself, I need someone with me on the plane. Should I postpone the flight?”
“It’s okay. I’ve arranged it with a friend. He’s going to go with you.” You begin to bluster about how the girls will be difficult. Elizabeth can be murder with people she doesn’t know, and once one starts the other will begin to complain too, but Larry cuts you off. “Trust me. The girls know him. You know him. It’ll be fine. I’ll see you later.”
You’re about to ask how he’ll see you later if he’s not going to make the flight, but just like that he’s gone.
You begin pacing the small motel room while the girls watch in amusement from the floor. You’re angry at Larry for being so calm about abandoning you with someone you barely know at the last moment. While you check your bags over and over again you wrack your brains trying to remember who this mystery agent could be; someone you and the girls know, could be anyone - Larry’s had several partners over the past two years.
There is little movement outside the window so when the cab pulls up outside it catches your attention. A man inside leans forward and pays the driver, grabs a bag from the seat beside him and gets out. You see silver hair and immediately you know who Larry has sent to escort you.
You propel yourself to the door feeling embarrassed with yourself at being angry with Larry.
“You.” Is all you can say as Gibbs strolls towards you with his bag slung over his shoulder. “You came.”
“Yes.” He says as the taxi drives away. “I did."