Here's to the Miracles
Author: Help I'm A Rock
Summary: Tony looked up and Kate quickly looked away. She'd been playing this game for almost an hour; Her looking at him absent-mindedly, chewing on her pencil, then he'd look up and she'd look away in the nick of time and unfortunately, it seemed he was catching on. [Tate.
Warnings: K now, T later. Nothing too terrible.
Disclaimer: Not Mine! Do you think anything's changed since the last disclaimer?
Thankyous: ncisabbylover and xoxellexox for my first reviews!
A/N: My first NCIS fic. So be nice. The chapters aren't too long because the plot will be revealed too fast.
This chapter is abnormally fluffy, but it's dark fluff kind of. I might rewrite it at a later stage but I want to know what you think.
This is like flangst; a delicious flan of bittersweet chocolate and honey. Some bits sweet and fluffy and the rest, just a tad depressing, all baked at 180C, or for you Fahrenheiters 350 degrees. Serve promptly.
'DiNozzo, you asshole. What the hell was that?' Tony said to himself. The words echoed of the tiled walls of autopsy.
He hadn't meant for it to come out that way. He spat it at her. The words like daggers; each syllable sharper than the one preceding it.
Un-der-es-ti-ma-tion.He was trying to be nice for once. For real, for once. It hadn't worked.
He overreacted.He wished Gibbs was there to smack him over the head, but then again, Gibbs had rule twelve and Tony was so close to breaking it.
There had been numerous times like this; sibling bickering, but this was different. This was too different. Because it meant something.
It wasn't just immature boyish banter.
He slumped down against the wall of the tiled room, louder than he'd expected. In bustled Ducky.
'Anthony. You gave me a dear fright, boy.' He exclaimed. Tony didn't respond. Ducky analysed his face.
'Are you alright?' He asked. Tony didn't respond.
'I'm about to close up shop, do you want to stay in here?' Ducky said, beginning to get impatient with the unresponsive Tony.
'Nah,' he said lifting himself up, 'I'll be fine.'
'Are you sure?' Ducky asked.
'Yeah, yeah.' He mumbled. 'Do you know where Kate is?'
Ducky paused a moment.
'Ah yes, I do remember seeing young Caitlin in the bullpen. She was up at the piano. Just sitting there. She's in a right state. It's horrible, the death of a child. Touches everybody.'
Tony nodded absent-mindedly at Ducky's cryptic comment and wandered out of autopsy.
Ducky paused and shook his head.
'Well… Goodbye then Anthony!' He called to the empty room.
Kate sat at the piano, alone in the darkness, her fingers draped delicately over the keys.
Her hands formed the chords. Flat Nine, Sustained Four, Major Six…
Her hands moved slowly but made no noise.
She had no idea where the argument came from. Of course she underestimated Tony. Who didn't?
He created this demeanour, that he was some lady's man. A funny-guy…
Whenever he tried being civil, it always seemed as if he was plotting something.
And that's why Kate underestimated him.
Maybe, just this once, he was being decent… Kate wondered.
Her fingers became less tentative. She began playing, slowly and cautiously at first, a sweet, simple jazz progression.
C9, D sharp 9, A minor 7…Her fingers slipped gracefully over the keys. The shadows cast from the lights outside, cascaded over the bullpen. The music echoed through the room.
She was entranced. So entranced, she didn't hear the elevator open. So entranced, she didn't hear the footsteps walking toward her. So entranced, she didn't see the figure standing over her.
She finished the song, holding her foot on the sustain so the sound would ring.
It was then she noticed him.
'That was beautiful.' Tony murmured.
Kate looked up at him.
'Standard Jazz Progression. 1, 2, 6.' He smiled.
She didn't raise an eyebrow.
'Sorry.' They said in unison. Both smirked.
'Do you know "Lost In The Stars"?' He asked softly. She did. It was he Nonna's favourite song.
Kate nodded and her fingers glided to the first notes.
'Watch me for the changes.' He smirked and Kate let out a small laugh.
Tony opened his mouth and began to sing.
Before the Lord God made the sea and the land,
He held all the stars in the palm of His hand…
His voice was smooth. His intonation; perfect. Kate was taken aback. She'd never expected Tony to be so wonderfully talented. She really had underestimated him. She felt terrible, but continued playing.
And they ran through His fingers like grains of sand,
And one little star fell away…
Tony could see Kate was amazed and he felt quite accomplished.
A smile graced his lips and he continued.
Then the Lord, He hunted through the
wide night air,
For the little, lost star on the wind down
there.
And He stated and promised He'd take special care,
So it
wouldn't get lost anymore…
Now a man don't mind if the stars
grow dim,
And the clouds the darken and cover him.
Just as long
as the Lord's watching over them,
Keeping track of how it all
goes on…
Well, I've been walking all the
night and the day,
Till my eyes get weary and my hair has turned
grey…
Kate secretly smirked at this line and imagined DiNozzo with grey hair.
And sometimes it seems maybe
God's gone away,
Forgetting his promise that He made that day…
We're lost out here in the stars…
Little stars, big stars, blowing
through the night,
And we're lost out here in the stars…
Little stars, big stars, blowing
through the night,
Lost out here in the stars…
We're lost…
We're lost…
The song continued to echo through the building.
Kate's fingers slid off the keyboard and into Tony's hand. There was suddenly this deepness to him, below the shallow, monogamist mask of "Dammit DiNozzo" as Kate called him.
Their gaze didn't break, as they sat there in silence.
Then slowly, ever so slowly, he leaned in. Tentative at first but then not so. She rested her hand on his cheek.
There was a loud clattering sound, and they broke apart.
'Just me!' Called Ducky from autopsy.
Kate sighed and rested her hands together on her lap.
'It's late.' She whispered and walked to her desk, gathering her things, leaving the sketchpad.
He watched her walk out; the last thing he saw was her shadow.
A/N:
Raise your hand and say 'I' if you've imagined DiNozzo with a voice like Vince Jones?
- raises hand - 'I!'
Download and listen to Lost in the Stars. The Vince Jones version is my personal favourite, so I used his modified lyrics. Much nicer IMHO.
I don't know if it sounds as good on paper as it did in my head. In this chapter by itself, I think Tony was too un-Tonylike. I think reading on explains it better.
Oh well…
Thanks for reading,
Darcie
