I don't own anything having to do with NCIS...I'm just taking the characters out for a joyride. Anyways, this is just a one-shot, from Kate's POV, but if I find myself inspired, I might do a Gibbs' POV chapter.

It wasn't what I'd expected. And after 30+ years of waiting for it to happen, you'd best believe I had some expectations. Sure, I've been 'in like' before, and I've most definitely been 'in lust' before, but this would be the first time I've ever been 'in love'...if that's what this is, and I'm not entirely convinced that it is what this is.

Isn't it supposed to be different? How did I end up falling in love with a gruff, cranky bastard who's addicted to coffee and boat-building? What happened to my prince charming? Did he get lost along the way? Maybe I scared him off with my sig sauer and my right hook...

But this definitely isn't what I imagined love to be... so maybe I'm not really in love. It's possible, right? After all, in all the Disney movies, romance novels, and romantic comedies I've come across in my lifetime, never once has it been like this. Sometimes I just want to burn his boat. Or shoot him. Or take that goddamn cup of coffee out of his hand and throw it across the room. The way he gets under my skin - it's so infuriating! And then a moment later he gives me a look that just makes all of that go away and I just want to jump him right in the middle of the bullpen. This can't be love, can it?

I'm not a traditional woman. So maybe this is the non-traditional prince charming that a non-traditional woman gets. I mean, I don't want some guy to swoop in and rescue me from a dragon (or well, whatever that dragon would metaphorically relate to in real life), but I do want a guy who can watch my six. And I do want a guy who can wrap me in his arms and make everything else fall away, make me forget about whatever's worrying me. But I've never even had the opportunity to test out whether the silver haired fox's arms can do that for me, so I can't be in love, right? Right.

At least this way, I can still pretend. If I'm not 'in love', then it doesn't matter if he doesn't notice me, doesn't want me, doesn't feel for me what I feel for him.

But Tony just caught me googling the definition for love. Yep, that's right. I googled the definition for love.

And I think that I'm in trouble...