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FF: Relieving Frustrations (1/1)

Title: Relieving Frustrations

Author: raindroproses

Rating: NC-17
Category: Drama, Romance, PWP, Episode Reaction

Spoilers: "Reveille"

Disclaimer: These characters belong to DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al. No infringement is intended.

Author's Notes: b_cavis and dangerusliasons have been badgering me to write this--so I have. I don't usually write smut, so it took a while. But I finished it!


Kate slipped through the door to the gym, duffel bag in hand. Fortunately, it was after hours, so there was only one other agent present--and he was cooling down from his exercise. Kate nodded to her fellow agent and dropped her bag on a nearby bench.

She pulled her sweatshirt over her head and placed it beside her duffel. She then removed her sweatpants, leaving her in shorts and a t-shirt. She tied her hair back into a ponytail and sat on the exercise mat. She started her stretches, clearing her mind of the troubles of the week.

"Contrary to conventional belief, Kate..."

Damn it. Would she ever be able to escape his ringing disappointment?

She frowned and rose to her feet. She wrapped her hands and approached the punching bag. The room was dark now. Dark and empty. She snorted. Fitting.

She bounced on the balls of her bare feet and considered the black leather.

"Caitlin. So glad you could join us."

Thwack! She landed a solid blow on the punching bag.

That... that... lying bastard. He had planned everything, right down to the last detail. He had known she would try to commandeer a citizen's vehicle, and had his... colleagues... waiting.

She punched the bag again.

But he hadn't lied. About anything. He had been... surprisingly open with her. Even if she hadn't found out his name until after everything went down.

She kicked the bag with the side of her foot.

"Tell me, Agent Todd... how did they train you to be so perceptive?"

But she hadn't been perceptive enough. She had put herself in danger. She couldn't even blame that bastard Ari.

Ari. Not Hamas, as she--as they all--had suspected, but Mossad. An Israeli agent.

She lashed out at the inanimate bag before her. She had suspected something when he kept offering her the wine. Her suspicions had grown after he had killed the woman. She shuddered.

"Eyes can lie."

His hadn't. Ari's eyes had been open, and kind, and above all, truthful. He hadn't lied to her.

Gibbs, on the other hand...

"Rule number seven: always be specific when you lie."

She gritted her teeth as the skin on her knuckles started to become raw. She welcomed the pain; found release in it.

She had always been in control of her emotions. Not the way Gibbs did it, by turning them off completely. But by... well, by controlling them. By keeping them on a short leash, letting only sarcastic barbs or a lilting laugh out on occasion.

It was a way of deflecting attention. When she was in the Secret Service, she was meant to be attentive, not attention-gathering. So she controlled her emotions; kept them in a small box in the bottom of her stomach, roiling and festering until the pressure grew to be too much.

"I, uh, wanted to make sure you were all right."

She growled in frustration. Damn him. Damn him and his "concern". He wasn't concerned about her. He was concerned about his stupid team dynamics.

Eyes can lie. She supposed that was his way of telling her to forget about the concern, and respect, and admiration she sometimes saw in his crystalline gaze.

The anger had finally outgrown its little box, and she had to take it out on something. Had Dwayne stuck around, he would certainly have not been complaining this weekend. But he couldn't handle the hours she worked--or the fact that she could kick his ass five ways from Sunday. So that was one release denied to her.

So she ended up here, at the gym in the basement of NCIS headquarters. This was the proof of how much her career controlled her life.

She did not hear the door open behind her, or the two voices murmuring. She did, however, sense the arm reaching for her shoulder. The overwhelming rage overtook her. She snarled, bared her teeth, and stepped into the mystery person's personal space. She grabbed his arm, lowered her shoulder, and threw him to the mat.

"Kate! Kate, it's me, Tony!" The trusting brown eyes of Tony Dinozzo stared up at her, wide with shock.

Kate returned the stare, breathing heavily. She swung her leg off of her coworker and stood, reaching down to help him up. "Never... ever... sneak up on me again, Dinozzo." She stomped over to her bench and pulled out a bottle of water and a towel. She took a gulp of water and wiped the sweat from her brow.

"Don't worry. I don't have a death wish," Tony said dryly.

Kate turned toward the door. Ducky stood there, fedora in his hands, a concerned look on his face. The rage bubbled up in her again. How dare he tell Gibbs...? She forced it back down.

"Caitlin, my dear, are you all right?" The medical examiner's cultured tones did nothing to soothe her frayed nerves.

She paused, considering her answer. Oh, to hell with it. "No. No, Ducky, I'm not." She slammed her water bottle down, tossed her towel to the floor, and went back to the punching bag.

"Look, Kate, I know you're upset that he got away..." Tony started.

He had no idea. She swung out, imagining the satisfying crunch of bone under her fist.

"...but you can't take it so hard. You did what you could."

She turned to Tony, fists up. He took a step back. "Get out, Tony."

"Kate, we only want to--"

"Want to what, exactly? Help? You can help by leaving me the hell alone."

"But Kate--"

"No! Don't argue with me, Dinozzo!" Kate was trembling by now. "You weren't there! You don't know what it was like! You weren't threatened with the deaths of your closest friends if you didn't obey! You didn't have to watch them prepare to kidnap the President! You didn't watch as a charming, seemingly kind man shot a woman in cold blood! You don't understand one damn thing about this, so stay out of it!"

She whirled on Ducky. "And you! You went behind my back and told Gibbs about my inability to stab that bastard! The least you could have done was let me know you told him, but no! I trusted you with my feelings about that day, and you betrayed me!"

She knew she should stop, but she couldn't. "Get out! Get. OUT!"

The two men left, pale-faced and silent, for once. Kate let out an inarticulate scream of rage and attacked the punching bag like it held all of her demons.

Finally, exhausted, she slumped against the warm black leather and gasped for breath. "Impressive, Agent Todd."

She spun around and glared at the source of the voice. "What the hell do you want, Gibbs?"

"I ran into Tony and Ducky on my way out. They said that you were... having a few problems," Gibbs replied dryly, stepping out of the shadows.

"Yeah? They tell you I'm treating anyone who crosses my path to a good dose of verbal abuse?" Kate spat, unwrapping her hands and stuffing the bandages into her duffel bag. She flexed her fingers, looking at the red, raw skin with something akin to satisfaction. She looked up at Gibbs, who watched her silently. "That was a hint, Agent Gibbs, just in case you didn't pick up on it."

Her eyes narrowed as he slowly approached her. She stood her ground, refusing to back away. "What do you want, Gibbs?"

"Why verbal abuse?"

"Because if I allowed myself to lose control, Tony wouldn't have been able to walk out of here unassisted," Kate replied, brutally honest.

"What about Ducky?" Gibbs crossed his arms. Kate noticed that he was wearing a suit. Ah. So there was someone he wanted to impress. Or intimidate.

"Tony can defend himself."

Gibbs nodded. He took a step back and reached for his belt. He removed his holster and placed it on the bench beside Kate's belongings.

Kate frowned as Gibbs removed his suit jacket. "What are you doing?"

"You need to release some hostility, and you want someone who can defend himself..."

"This isn't a good idea, Gibbs," Kate warned.

He smirked and toed off his shoes. Kate watched in fascination as he rolled off his socks and bared his feet.

He unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves. He moved to the center of the mat. "Well?" He raised an eyebrow.

Kate shook her head. "Gibbs..."

"Come on, Agent Todd."

"Gibbs, I can't..."

"Yeah, you can." His voice dropped to a near-whisper. "What did it feel like, Kate? Realizing that you got into the wrong car? What was it like to watch someone be shot--someone who didn't expect it?"

Kate gritted her teeth. "Don't do this, Gibbs."

"You were ready and willing to give up your life for your president. What was it like, knowing that that was a real possibility? How did you feel when you discovered that the man who had haunted your dreams for so long wasn't who you thought he was?"

"Gibbs, stop."

"Come on, Katie. Tell me. Were his eyes kind?"

She snapped. "It doesn't matter if they were. Does it, Gibbs?" She took a swing at her boss. He blocked her punch. "Because eyes can lie. It doesn't matter that I could and did trust him with my life." She aimed for his stomach. He jerked out of the way. "It doesn't matter that he shot a woman, then turned back to me and smiled." She landed a very satisfying blow to his chin. He barely winced. "You bastard! What the hell is the matter with you? Why can't you leave--me--alone?!" She punctuated the last three words with jabs to his chest.

She stepped too far into his personal space. He grabbed her wrists and swept her feet out from under her. She landed on the mat, the wind knocked out of her.

"Kate? You okay?" Gibbs asked, concerned.

She was about to give a snarky comment along the lines of 'If you got off of me so I could breathe, I would be,' but bit it back when she realized... he was on top of her. And it felt good.

He smirked down at her. Kate narrowed her eyes. That was it. She was going to wipe that smirk off his face.

She jerked her wrists out of his grasp, grabbed the back of his neck, and yanked his head down to hers, crushing her lips to his. He froze, and she smiled. He was off-balance. Good.

She took advantage of his momentary mental instability and flipped Gibbs beneath her. She grinned triumphantly and planted her hands on the mat on either side of his head. She leaned down to continue kissing Gibbs senseless.

Her lips parted his, and her questing tongue probed his mouth thoroughly. A groan rumbled in his chest as she bit his lower lip.

"Kate..." Kate, busy tasting the spot under his ear, did not look up. "Kate, we--" Gibbs hissed as Kate scraped her nails down his sides. She feverishly pulled at his shirt buttons as she sucked and nibbled at his neck.

She purred in satisfaction as his chest was bared to her sight. She glanced up at his face for a moment. Her satisfaction grew as hot brown eyes met dazed blue ones. She skimmed her fingers over his hair-roughened chest.

She caught sight of Gibbs's lips opening to speak. She pinched his nipples, and he grunted and arched beneath her. Kate gasped as his hips rolled against hers. She looked down at Gibbs, who, once again, was smirking. Kate scowled. She pulled her t-shirt over her head.

Blue eyes turned a violent shade of cerulean. Gibbs swiftly sat up and hauled Kate against his bare chest. "What are you doing, Agent Todd?" he growled.

"Gibbs, I know it's rare for you to actually listen to me, but here's a suggestion. Shut up." Kate sealed her lips to his, ensuring his silence.

Kate's lips curved into a smile as she felt his hands move to her hair. Gibbs pulled her hair elastic out and buried his fingers in her dark brown locks. Kate moaned in pleasure as he massaged her scalp lightly. She tugged at his shirt, trying to remove it completely.

Gibbs pushed Kate back. He stood. Kate's stomach lurched as he strode toward the door. Was he going to leave?

She smiled as she heard the lock click. The smile faded as Gibbs turned back toward her. He had a very... very... dangerous look on his face. Kate's heart began to pound.

"Kate?" Gibbs asked softly, advancing on her. She began to back away.

"W-what?" By this time, her anger had transformed into nervousness. And arousal. Oh, yes.

"What were you thinking earlier?"

"Huh?" She felt her back hit the wall.

"When you kissed me. What were you thinking?" Gibbs ran a finger down her bared torso. She shivered.

"I was... uh..." Her mind went blank as he circled her waist with his hands. His thumbs tickled the undersides of her cotton-covered breasts.

"Hmm?" he murmured, sliding his fingers underneath her exercise bra. Kate wrinkled her nose as she thought of her earlier workout. She took a quick breath as her breasts were exposed to the cool, dry air.

He wanted her to think? She focused. "Uh... well... I wanted to wipe that smug smirk off your face." She squeaked as his fingers brushed her nipples.

"Really?" The smirk returned. Kate opened her mouth to speak, but was distracted by Gibbs pulling her bra over her head. She shook her head to get her hair out of her face. Gibbs reached up and brushed a stray lock to the side.

"You know, you're really irritating some--" It was Kate's turn to be silenced this time, as Gibbs explored her mouth with an enthusiasm born of desire. She melted into him.

They both gasped for air when Gibbs broke the kiss. He smiled wickedly as he finally removed his shirt and tossed it away.

Kate pulled off her shorts and kicked them away. She reached for her panties, but Gibbs stilled her hands. He knelt before her, and Kate's breath caught. His eyes sparkled in the dim light. He kept his eyes trained on her face as he slowly drew her white cotton panties down her legs. Kate couldn't have looked away if the building had been on fire.

Gibbs slid a single finger up her inner thigh. Kate jerked as he reached the wet, curling hair between her legs. He soothed her with a murmur.

He seemed fascinated by her responses. Every touch that got a whimper, he repeated as if to hear the noise again. Every time she whispered his name, he smiled. When she curled her fingers through his graying hair, he glanced up at her in approval.

When his tongue hesitantly flicked at her clit, her knees nearly gave out. He held her up and did it again. And again. And when she cried out, "Gibbs, please..." as if praying to any god that would hear her, he chuckled against her skin.

Palms swept over most pleasurable areas. Work-roughened fingers entered her slowly, methodically, as he did everything else. Kate struggled to breathe. Her head went back, and her eyes squeezed shut.

When her whimpers of "Oh, please, oh, please, oh, please..." turned into unintelligible cries, he increased his assault, and as lips and teeth attacked her clit, she screamed for mercy or release or anything he would give her.

And then he pulled away, and Kate looked down at him in desperation. Blue eyes fixed on her, and she could see the flame flicker behind the ice. He stood and removed his pants and his briefs. Kate could do nothing but watch and tremble under his unrelenting stare.

The only time Kate had ever seen this sort of intensity on Gibbs's face was when he was on the trail of a hot case. Kate didn't know whether to be exhilarated or frightened about becoming this man's newest obsession.

When he grasped her hips in broad hands, all thought fled. She locked her legs around his waist. They groaned in unison when he finally entered her.

Gibbs grunted as Kate ground her hips against him, trying to get him to move. Kate nearly wailed in relief when he finally did. He pounded into her again and again. Kate squirmed as she was pinned against the wall.

"Oh... oh... oh..." Kate moaned, rushing toward climax. "Gibbs!" she screamed as she convulsed around him.

"Kate," he heard him grunt as she peaked. "Oh, yeah, Katie..." His face contorted in a way that, if Kate didn't know better, she would have mistaken for pain. He cried out in a loud voice as he came.

They stared at each other, shocked. Gibbs slipped out of her and let her feet return to the floor. He held her up until she could support herself.

Kate cleared her throat. Gibbs looked off to the side. Legs shaking slightly, Kate moved around Gibbs and gathered her clothing. "I really need a shower now," she muttered as she pulled on her sweats, not bothering with her undergarments.

She jumped as a now-familiar pair of hands rested on her shoulders. "You can shower at my place," Gibbs whispered in her ear.

Kate's eyes fluttered closed. She inhaled his musky scent. "Mmm... are you sure?"

"Oh, I'm quite sure," Gibbs chuckled. Something melted inside Kate as she gazed into his eyes. She knew he said eyes could lie... but oh, she hoped for once he was telling the truth.

"Works for me." Kate shrugged and tried to smile nonchalantly.

Gibbs turned her around and lifted her chin with his finger. "And then I'm going to carry you off to my bed... and keep you there all... night... long."

Kate licked her lips at the tone of his voice and said huskily, "Like I said... works for me."
Tags: fic: ncis
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