Disclaimers: I do not own NCIS. I do not own it at all even though I want to.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this. I hope to have more chapters for my other stories up later in the month.

A/N: 2: Him: Tony. Her: Kate. I: equal whomever you, the reader, choose.

I never really told him that I loved him. I have tried. I have tried so many times but I never did. But even if I had the perfect opportunity to tell him how much I felt for him my strength would fail me every time.

I love the way he laughs. I feel weak by the way he smiles. I enjoy his emerald eyes. His jokes make me crumble. The way he talks makes me shiver. He eats so much that it makes me tingle – especially when I know that if he doesn't have his daily dose of sugar that he'll go psycho. I appreciate the way he surprises me and solves the case in a remarkable way. I am content because of the way he's there if I need a comforting presence. I love his loyalty.

But he doesn't know. He doesn't know because I never told him. Yet at times, I cannot help but wonder if he actually and truly knows it already. I mean, his eyes would light up and his smile would mock innocence as if telling me what he knows.

It makes me worry. But he never says anything aloud. He just implies; nothing more.

I know he loves me. But is in the way I love him? I can never be sure.

My longing for him grows with each day that goes by. I dream of him. I think of him constantly. I hope for the day that I can reveal my true feelings. I hope that I can tell him how I feel; how I love him.

But I know that if he did love someone (love as being in love) then I do know that to be true. He loved her. No, he loves her. He loves the one who died by a shot to the head. He loves the one he cannot have.

I see him drift; drift into past memories and I know it is about her. I can see it in his eyes. It's so easy to see that he's remembering her. His green orbs soften with loves, sting with pain, and glisten with fresh longing. I know that he misses her. I know he was in love with her. I know he can never love me as much as he loves her ghost.

No, that's wrong. He does love. He loves everyone. He loves me. But not fully.

I love him.

The End

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