McGee sighed as he sat at his desk. It was one in the morning and he'd been trying to finish writing chapter 23 in his latest novel. He just sat at his desk as he looked around the apartment. Finally his eyes landed on a picture of Kate and him. Kate was smiling at the camera and he had his arm around her shoulders with a soft grin on his own face.
"I miss you Kate," McGee whispered to himself. McGee looked at his typewriter, thinking…
"What are you thinking about McGee?"
McGee jumped at the sound of her voice. He turned around to see Kate standing in the doorway of his bedroom.
"Kate? You're alive?" Hope seeped through every word that came from McGee's mouth.
"No McGee, I'm still dead. I'm a figment for your imagination," Kate told him with a smile. McGee sighed as he looked at her.
"I really miss you Kate." Tears came to McGee's eyes as he watched Kate walk over to a picture of him and Ziva.
"Is she as good as I was?" Kate asked him.
"No one can be as good as you Kate," McGee whispered.
"Tim, why am I here?"
"What?"
"You wanted me to be here for a reason. So why am I here?"
"Cause you were like my big sister and I need your comfort," McGee whispered.
"That's not all…"
"No, I really miss you Kate," McGee whispered.
"I know, you've said that already. McGee…" she leaned in so her face was only a few inches away, "find a way to remember me," she whispered. McGee nodded as Kate backed up from him.
"How?"
"You'll think of a way."
"Alright Kate," McGee sighed as he turned back to his type writer. McGee thought about it for a moment, and then it hit him like a ton of blocks.
Special Agent L.J. Tibbs sat in the bullpen of the federal building. It was the anniversary evening of Special Agent Kathy Tomm's death…
A/n Short and sweet I hope you like it!!