A/N: Well, Not sure how this will go over. I'm very good with first person POVs.
Title: 'Sometimes Literally just Sucks'
Words w/o author's note: 271
Rating: K or K , I guess.
Summary: Kate's reflection on her death.
There are these two men, well three really, but in the spirit of the conversation there are only two. These two mean the world to me. One is smart, silent, and a seasoned warrior. The other is intelligent, occasionally obnoxious, but also sweet and caring. Though I'd never admit it, I love them both—though each in a different way.
They've all become my family, but these two more than anything. Abby, best friend and sister-of-sorts, Tim, a brotherly figure, Gibbs, is more like a father than I'll ever admit, Ducky, well Ducky is like a quirky grandfather, and that leaves Tony. Anthony DiNozzo. I think he's taken a piece of my heart without even knowing it.
The man may seem chauvinistic, but he's just a romantic (movie lover) at heart.
He has no since of privacy, is loud and eats way too much. I don't know why I love him. I just do. Maybe it was the charm, the smile, or maybe it was Tony as a whole. Either way, I'm off topic. The whole point of this little—uh not sure what to call it. Not necessarily a conversation since I'm dead now—thing was to show you how right my intuition is right. I said they would be the death of me, and they were.
Not, that I'm complaining or anything! I would give my life for any one of my NCIS family, but I imagined my death a little more extravagant. Why couldn't I have died when I blocked the first bullet for Gibbs? I've always wanted to go out with a bang.
I just didn't mean this literally.