Merciless mocking of the merciless butchering of my fic, coming right up!
But first, just look at the coincidental similarities between the badfic and my fic. (Admittedly, mine is completely cliched, but at least doesn't butcher the English language.)
"Kate you're crying"
"No I'm not"She said stubornly.
"You were talking in your sleep you know"He stated.
Kate looked at him obviously not impressed.
"You were hollaring for someone and you were crying"He said.
"Do you know who you were crying and calling for?"He asked getting closeer to her.
Kate moved her head a bit he was getting to close for comfort.
"you know Katie you know who you were crying for because you wake up nearly everynight crying for him"
"What's your name?" Peter asked.
"Jethro Gibbs. Kate and I work together--"
"At NCIS," Peter interrupted. "So you're Gibbs, huh?" Kate could just picture the two men circling each other, sizing one another up. "Did you know that Kate talks in her sleep?"
Gibbs chuckled. "Yes, I did, actually." Kate blushed. She had never known that.
"Do you know what she talks about the most?" Peter asked. There was no answer. Kate imagined that Gibbs was shaking his head.
"You." Kate bit her lip. Gibbs laughed in shock.
"You have to be kidding me. Kate wouldn't dream about me." She closed her eyes. Oh, her dreams would make him blush--quite a feat for the former Marine.
Peter said, "You don't believe me? I have the proof." His voice hardened. "You're the one that's making her cry, aren't you?" Kate heard the gun safety being released.