A/N: All right, I know what all of you are thinking. I know that I don't need another story, but I swear, I have this all planned out. I promise I do! Really. But just in case, it might take a while to update. I do have the first two chapters up and am working on the third. I have a pretty good idea of where i will go with this, so hopefully it wont take to long. Well, remember, reviews do inspire me!
Emily
Disclaimer: I don't own them... but I am working on it!
Post note: Edited 12/18/07
It had been a mistake. A big, stupid mistake. If she could, she would have gone back in time, she would have never let him take her to dinner. She would have never gone back to his house, and she most definitely would not have let her hormones get the best of her when they were close enough to feel each others breath. She would have pulled away when she knew he was going to kiss her. She would have gotten herself out of there before she lost control of her body and before she had made love to him.
Of course, Kate Todd knew that there was no such machine, and that she could only think back and think of what she should have done, which of course wasn't really doing anything except for making her feel worse. But what was done was done. She had made a mistake that night. That night that she slept with Tony DiNozzo.
They hadn't talked about that night at all. The next morning, she had left while he was still sleeping. Neither of them had made any attempt to try to see what if was. But things had been tense between the two for a while. Eventually, they had fallen back into their flirty banter, though it seemed forced, not as natural as it once had been.
It was month and a half later that Kate started getting sick. She was at a scene the first time. She had been taking pictures of a man, shot in the head, when the wave of nausea had hit her. She made a quick exit, quickly hurrying as far from the scene as she could. She tried to hide it, for she did not want anyone to see. Unfortunately, Gibbs saw her.
"What's the matter?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned. Kate did not get sick at crime scenes, and the fact that this was happening worried him. Kate just shook her head.
"Nothing. I think its just the flu or something." She managed a weak grin. "I'm fine… really."
Gibbs looked at her for a moment. "Why don't you head back to the lab. We're almost finished here anyways."
Feeling to crummy to argue, she had just nodded. She expected to feel better in a few days. But she didn't. The next day, she threw up while in Abby's lab. She had made Abby promise not to say anything about it. She didn't want Gibbs to send her home because of a sickness she was sure would pass in a day or two. Of course, the sickness just got worse and worse. Her hopes of hiding it were demolished a few day later when she got sick in the trash can, right in front of everybody. That was the final straw. Gibbs forced her to take a few days off and she finally made a doctors appointment.
Two days later, she sat in the waiting room, waiting for the doctor to see her. She was hoping that maybe the doctor would just prescribe some medicine for the nausea. When the doctor called her, she let out a sigh of relief. She just wanted to get some medicine, and then go home and rest.
"So, what seems to be the problem today?" asked the female doctor.
"I've been throwing up a lot lately. Um, I have been tired, can't really hold anything down," she explained. The doctor made a note on her pad and looked back up at Kate.
"And what about your period? Have you had it yet?" Kate thought for a moment.
"Well, not that you mention it, its actually really late."
"And have you had any sexual activity lately?"
Kate's eyes widened. "You can't be thinking that I'm… no! I mean, yes, I have, but I'm not pregnant!" she exclaimed. The doctor smiled kindly.
"I'm not saying anything. We just need to run some tests to find out more. It could just be the flu. We'll see."
Kate nodded and forced a smile. She wasn't pregnant. She just couldn't be. The doctor took some tests, and sent her to the waiting room to wait. Thirty minutes later, she had the results in hand, and now sat facing Kate.
Kate took a deep breath. "What does it say."
The doctor smiled. "Congratulations. You are indeed pregnant."
And with that, her carefully planned life came crashing down.
"What? No, I can't be."
"You are. Now, we will have to decide what you will be doing. Are you planning on keeping this baby? Or adoption is always an option…"
Kate leaned back in the chair.
"I-I don't know. I think I need some time alone." The doctor nodded.
"Take your time. Call when you've reached a decision."
Kate mumbled her thanks and quickly left the office. Once in her car, she drove like hell, making it home just as the tears started to flow. Burying her face in a pillow, Kate cried harder then she had cried in a long time. This was not supposed to happen. She never wanted children. And she thought that if by some chance she did decide to have children, she would be married to the love of her life (not that she believed in that sort of thing). But no, here she was, pregnant and alone. The father of her child a known player and skirt chaser, who she just happened to work with. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She never thought a one night stand with Tony would result in this. But it did. And now she was paying the price. She looked down at her stomach, trying to imagine what she would look like pregnant. She couldn't picture it.
But what was she going to do? Abortion was really out of the picture-she couldn't do that. She wasn't against it for others, but when it came to her personal beliefs, she just couldn't let herself go through that. So that left two options. Both would require her to go through the pregnancy, and if she stayed at work, everyone would eventually figure it out. And it probably wouldn't take Tony to long to figure out who had fathered the unborn child. And that just couldn't happen. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. So that left her with only one option.
She would have to find another job, in another state, far away from here. But that still didn't clear up what she was going to do with the baby. She wasn't sure if she could raise a child on her own. She just never thought she would. But could she really go through the whole birth process and then not give up the child. A small bark from the floor caused her to look up. She picked up the small dog she had gotten during a case. Picking up Lilly (she had renamed the dog, not really wanting it to share a name with Tony, although she hadn't told him that), she reached over and grabbed the phone.
She didn't know why she did it, but once she picked up the phone, her fingers started dialing the number of her doctor's office. The answering machine picked it up.
"Hello. This is Kate Todd calling to make another appointment. I have decided to keep the baby and would like to further discuss this." She gave a contact number before hanging up the phone. Looking at the puppy, she managed a weak grin.
"Well girl, it looks like we're moving."
A month later, Gibbs found her two days' notice. She had found a job at a NCIS agency in Florida. She was moving there in a few days. She walked out of the office that day, and she never came back or told anyone anything.
A/N: Ok, I dont really know if they have a NCIS agency down in Florida. I am not that smart and am to lazy to look it up. So, for plot purposes, lets just pretend now, shall we? Also, I dont know if Kate kept the dog, but I decided she did. I also renamed it because, well, the name Lilly means a lot to me. You see, a few months ago, during all of the hurricanes, we rescued this little dog from the middle of the road. she was abandoned, poor little thing. Well, she was only 3, had already had puppies, and had heartworms. So we kept her, and named her Lilly. we treated her for the heartworms, but it was a risky treatment. A few weeks later, she started throwing up blood. She went into shock on the way to the vet and had to be put to sleep. This was an effect of the treatment. So, it does mean a lot to me. Just thought I would mention that. Well, review! Its good for the soul!
Emily
NOTE: Story edited years later. No dialogue has been changed (sadly for all of you). One day, I might do so. As it is, however, I haven't got the time. Looking back, I find it odd that this should be my most popular story. The writing is juvenille, at best, and the plot trite. Were I to look at it now, I would never read it. All the same, I'm glad they did.
Enjoy the edits!
