<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Tim poured her a glass of water and held it to her lips.  He didn't seem bothered by her shakiness -- didn't seem any more uncomfortable around her than he'd been before the shooting.  He waited for her to drink her fill, then moved to the keyboard and typed furiously for a few minutes.<br/>
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<i>Don't worry about talking.  That's what the laptop is for.  I'll see if I can round up a smaller one, or a tablet -- something easier to use.  Gibbs is okay.  He had a small injury but it's healed.  Tony and I weren't hurt.  Abbs and Ducky are the same as ever.  Ari Haswari is dead.  His former Mossad handler put five rounds in him, right in the bullpen at NCIS, before he could shoot Gibbs.  That ex-Mossad agent is part of the team now, at least for awhile.  Her name is Ziva David -- that's pronounced Da-veed.<br/>
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It's been two months since the shooting.  We're slowly tracking down the rest of Haswari's network, with Ziva's help.  Gibbs has spent several hours here with you every day.  You haven't been alone since the shooting.  We didn't know when you would wake up, and none of us wanted you to wake up alone.</i>  Tim paused a moment, taking hold of Kate's chin so that he could look in her eyes for a moment before typing a final addendum.  <i>You scared the shit out of us, Kate.  We thought we'd lost you.</i><br/>
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And then Tim wrapped his arms around her and held on, finally letting two months of tears go as he rocked the woman he considered a sister.</span></span>