Hello all.
Um, I like so haven't updated in a while. Shame on me.
So yeah, this is a new story that I will probably updated for a week or two then neglect, but hopefully not because I'm liking my ideas for this fic, so yeah.
But OMG anyone hear about the writer's strike in Hollywood? I'm so sad! What's gonna happen to Ugly Betty and NCIS????
But anywayz…um I hope you like this fic.
So this is like the week that Tony was sick and Kate took care of him blah blah blah.
Enjoy!
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Kate wiped down Tony's coffee table with a cloth a rinsed it out in the kitchen before she grabbed her handbag and announced her departure.
"Well, another day, another less-sick Tony. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"
Tony gave a nod in response and went back to flicking the channels on his cable TV. Kate frowned and walked over to the couch Tony laid on. She poked her finger at his upper arm, "what's wrong with you? Usually you're all like 'ok Kate, bye!'"
Tony shrugged as he watched the TV, not taking his eyes off of it even for a split second.
"I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong."
Tony shrugged again.
Kate stepped and stood in front of the TV. "Tell me Tony."
Tony let out a dramatic sigh and crossed his arms. "I don't want to be left alone tonight."
"Why? Did you watch 'Freddy vs. Jason' again?" Kate shushed in a motherly tone as she followed Tony's actions and folded her arms.
Tony shook his head. "No, no I just, want some company."
Kate frowned at Tony's unusual behaviour. Normally if he said something like that a flirtatious grin would go with it, but not now. This time he looked lonely, and looked as if he was finding it hard to fight off the tears that were about to pour out.
Kate gave in, and with a sympathetic smile she sat down on the end of Tony's couch, "ok, I'll stay."
Tony returned the smile he received from her, "thanks, Kate."
Five minutes had passed of just Kate and Tony sitting and watching TV. They shared brief small-chat on what was going on in the latest episode of what was on, and often Kate could sense Tony looking at her. It took her every ounce of strength not to look back at him and ask him what his problem was.
For the umpteenth time she sensed him looking again and just as she turned and looked at him she noticed the estranged look on his face. Kate had never seen Tony like this before. He looked so sad, yet so happy at the same time.
She raised her eyebrows in hope that he'd speak first, but the words just popped out, "Tony, what's you're…"
"How was your day?"
A warm smile came across his Tony's face, and Kate realised that he was being serious. Kate blushed –for some reason- and tucked a fallen strand of hair behind her ear. Tony watched in awe, not regretting for one moment that he'd asked her to stay.
"It was alright, I guess." Kate began, though she bit her lip and looked at Tony, who actually seemed interested in what she was saying. "Gibbs is worried about you. Well, that's not what he's said, but I can tell he is."
Tony nodded in response.
Kate swallowed what felt like a nervous lump in her throat and continued. "Now Abby, she's one person who will admit that she's worried about you. She told me to smother you in hugs and kisses but I think that maybe I'll let her do that the next time she sees you."
Tony smiled and gave a nod, though deep down inside he was disappointed Kate felt that way. His mood was enlightened when a hand landed on his knee comfortingly, "McGee asked about you, and if you were doing ok. And Ducky sends his best wishes, and so does his autopsy gremlin. Am I forgetting anyone?"
Tony cleared his throat, "The Director."
"Oh, right. Well he sends his best as well."
Tony's hand enclosed over Kate's, "And what about you?"
Kate bit her lip nervously as she felt her palm begin to sweat underneath Tony's. she looked deep in to his green eyes and whispered the truth, "I want you to get better Tony. And I know that you're probably going to hold this against me when you get better, but, I can't lose you Tony. I like you too much for that."
Tony leaned a little closer to give the scene a more comforting mood. Kate was sure he'd say something as equally romantic, though all he came out with was, "why are you whispering?"
Kate's lips curled to a smile and she gave a huff of laughter, "because…I didn't want to say it aloud in case you don't feel the same way."
This time both of Tony's hands encased Kate's as he looked in to her eyes and said, "I do feel the same way. But I don't like you."
Kate looked away, "oh, ok." Her first instinct was to retrieve her hands and leave, though Tony's grip secured her hands in his as he whispered, "I love you", in her ear.
Kate began to blush again. This time she retrieved her hands and wrapped them behind Tony's neck. She pulled him in for a passionate kiss, then realised he was sick and pulled away. "We shouldn't do that, you're sick."
"Yeah," Tony nodded in agreement, "you're probably right." Tony let out another dramatic sigh, "at least curl up on the couch with me?"
His begging puppy-dog eyes were enough to convince her.
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