Series: - No Series - #1
Chapters: 001 Word Count: 358
Warning(s): Character Death
Character(s): Caitlyn (Kate) Todd
Category(ies): Character Study, Episode Related
Pairing(s): - No Pairing -
Episode(s): 2-23 Twilight
Summary: The day she met Gibbs, she was wearing a pair of low-heeled pumps.
The day she met Gibbs, she was wearing a pair of low-heeled pumps. They looked good with her navy dress pants and gave her the height she needed. Possibly not the most practical footwear for Presidential protection duty, but it wasn't like she'd be expected to run alongside Air Force One. And Kate liked to look good. She liked to wear the right shoe with the right outfit. She'd learned to walk in heels when she was eleven. Learned to run in them when she was twenty-three.
She definitely wasn't crazy about the work boots. She'd been having dinner with friends, wearing her new suede sling backs with the square toe, when she got Tony's call. The scene was outdoors--a Marine dangling from a tree by his parachute lines. Gibbs had handed her the boots and, of course, he'd guessed her size. They were heavy and she felt awkward in them. But they did the trick.
After that, she'd kept the boots in her car and bought a second pair to keep at the office in a box under her desk along with soap, deodorant, a toothbrush, a change of underwear, and other toiletries. Working for Gibbs, you had to be prepared for anything: interviewing sailors on a submarine, flying to Gitmo at a momentís notice, climbing up things, crawling under things, jumping off of things, running after things, running away from things--and, sometimes, just sitting and waiting. Kate liked to be prepared, but she was rarely able to anticipate Gibbs.
On that last day, she had been prepared. She'd dressed seriously, for serious work. All black, to match the Kevlar vest, and thick-soled, lace-up shoes. Fluevog Angels--they were the right shoes for that outfit. They weren't pretty, but she could run in them. She could climb. She could throw herself in the path of a bullet meant for Gibbs. And, in that moment, she was glad to be wearing those shoes.
But in another moment she was gone.
If she'd only known. If she'd only anticipated. Because those flat, black, round-toed, top-stitched, inelegant clodhoppers? So not the shoes she wanted to die in.
See the shoes.