Not every saint is a fool. My mother always told me that. I never really understood what she meant by it.
Until I met Caitlin that is. She died a hero. Died protecting a friend. Doing her job.
That's what makes her a saint. At least, in the eyes of everyone at NCIS.
Kate wasn't a fool. Just strong willed and, at times, pigheaded.
"Ducky..." I heard whispered behind me. I turned, seeing her.
"Caitlin."
"Thought I would drop in, and see how you were doing."
"Fine, considering I'm talking to a ghost."
Kate smiled. "True. But I'm just here for a minute. Just to let you know I'm here."
"I know."
"You always did. You've been talking to me more then the rest. Except..."
"Tony. He misses you the most you know."
"I know. That's why I haven't gone to see him yet."
"That poor boy's heart is broken. He misses you so terribly every day. He cries, you know. Charisma told me. I don't think he knows that she knows."
"I know. It breaks my heart to see him like this. I just don't know how to fix it."
"My dear Caitlin, you don't have to fix it. Anthony just needs to know you're still near him. He'll fix himself."
"Is he still seeing that shrink?"
"The one he went to after Abby's and Charisma's accidents? I believe so."
"That's good. It's good for him." Kate said, as she looked away.
"You're going, aren't you?"
"Gibbs needs me. I'll be back Ducky. I promise. This is just so long. Not goodbye."
Ducky nodded and watched her fade.
"Goodnight Caitlin."