Ignorance is bliss.
Tony watched as Kate started to sketch the scene. They were in the middle of parkland surrounded by beautiful views yet Kate was the only thing that he saw. Her dark hair fell half covering her face, the brown tones shining in the sunlight. Her eyes tight with concentration as she drew what she saw. She pursed her lips as she sketched, sometimes pausing to take in the scene. Her skin was soft and smooth, and oh how he wanted to touch it. Sometimes when they got close he could smell her. The faintest trace of her scent would make his stomach tie up in knots. Sometimes it was all he could do not to jump on her and press his lips against hers and smother her with the kisses he longed to give. She was the last thing he thought of at night and the first thing he thought of in the morning. Every minute of every day, she was somewhere in his head. She always had been since the day he had met her and she always would be; eternally present getting him through the day. Kate had now finished her sketched and she looked up straight at him. His heart jumped to his mouth and he opened it in a attempt to speak; he was silenced by the sight of Kate standing up, throwing her sketchpad to the ground. She walked over to him without blinking; all concentration on what she was about to do. She reached him and slid her hand up his chest grabbing the front of his shirt. She pulled him up against her body, her warmth surrounding him. She slid one of her hand further up to behind his neck and pulled his head forwards. Her lips parted slightly and connected with his. Her kiss was deep and Tony reciprocated his hands skimming her body, touching every part and taking it all in. This was the moment he'd been waiting for, for so long. He pulled her tightly against him and he could smell that smell again. His stomach folded again and he pulled apart from her, only for a second. Long enough to say one word, 'Kate'.
He vision evaporated and he was left alone in the NCIS bullpen; laying back in his chair. He reached up and wiped away the single tear that had rolled down his cheek. He looked across to wear Kate should be but the desk was empty. It was Ziva's now. Even when she was sat there, it still looked empty to him. Kate was the only one who filled that space and now she was gone, along with his heart. All he carried around with him now was a heavy weight, and a pain that never ceased. The space where his heart was, was always empty, never filled and he knew it never would be. He was happier in his sleep for they were the only moments he had with her, blissful in the ignorance of her death. He closed his eyes and thought of her. When would this torment end? He knew the answer of course. Never.