I won�t let on how, but this is a TATE story, though it won�t look like it at first. Just remember that when I go for a ship I go all the way and I�m definitely a TATE shipper.
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Kate smiled. �Tony�s right? I thought I�d have to be dead to hear tha�� Kate said, her quip cut off by a single shot that went straight through her head.
Warm blood sprayed Tony in the face as he moved to catch his fallen partner.
Tony woke up, drenched in sweat, his heart racing, his breaths coming in slow, laboured gasps.
�Fuck. Not again,� Tony growled before throwing the damp and twisted covers off his naked body. He pulled on a pair of boxers and stumbled through the small house he lad lived in for just over two years. He moved clumsily around boxes that had yet to be unpacked despite the length of time he had lived there. Every time he tripped over the boxes he was reminded of how she would have reacted if she saw how he was living. So he didn�t do anything with the boxes, hoping that he would be able to make Kate knock on the door and start teasing him about his house if he did the things that he knew would annoy her the most.
Splashing cold water on his face from the kitchen tap, Tony tried to shape the talon-like fingers of his nightmare from his soul.
The nightmare was something he had lived with for almost three years. For almost a week after Kate was killed he, Gibbs, McGee, Abby, and Ducky had worked non-stop, tracking Ari because they all knew that it was him and that killing Kate was the terrorist�s act of war. Ari threw down the gauntlet when he pulled the trigger and the chase, that had been very real but necessarily slow-going due to prioritizing, was on in earnest.