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TONY: Did you see Kate?
MCGEE: I didn't want to.
TONY: Her head was intact.
MCGEE: So, she didn't look bad?
TONY: No, no not at all, Probie. In fact, a little mortuary putty right here, and, and she'll be good as new. Course she was having a bad hair day though, right back here, cause a full metal jacket'll put a hole the size of a grape fruit right about there...
MCGEE: Tony *voice trembles* please?
TONY: Sorry, kid.
-(Kill Ari: Part 1)
It wouldn't stop.
No matter how many jokes he made. No matter how many visions he had of Kate, irritated with him for teasing her and imagining her scantily dressed. No matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't stop.
He knew he'd gone too far with McGee. The poor kid was still just a probie. He hadn't been a cop or a homicide detective on rough and brutal streets, exposed to the evil of the world in his own backyard.
So Tony was grateful that McGee hadn't been on that rooftop and hadn't seen what he had. Because the reason he went too far with McGee was because he would do anything to drown out the scene on loop in his head.
Her hand in his as he and Gibbs helped her up.
The sigh of relief as he realized she was alive.
Her ironic last words.
The echoing noise that came simultaneously with the feel of something wet on his face.
His eyes open just enough to see Kate land with a thud at his feet, eyes unseeing and a hole through her head.
Her blood coating his face.
Her hand in his as he and Gibbs helped her up.
The sign of relief as he realized she was alive.
Her ironic last words.
The echoing noise that came simultaneously with the feel of something wet on his face.
His eyes open just enough to see Kate land with a thud at his feet, eyes unseeing and a hole through her head.
Her blood coating his face.
Her hand in his
It wouldn't stop.