I don't always masturbate. But when I do...I beat that fucker like it owes me money...Stay horny, my friends.

"Looks like we begin again."

"What?" Tony asked as he sipped his water.

"I accept that I..." Kate hesitated. "Died. I do. I get it. But now I'm back. I'm...To be honest, physically, I've never felt better."

"So...you feel no pain?" Tony inquired. He came to her and felt her forehead. "You're not feeling the urge to feed on my flesh?"

"I'm not a zombie, Tony," Kate scoffed, swatting his arm away. "But yes, I feel fine. I'm hungry but it's all good."

"Sorry..." Tony was hesitant to ask his next question. "Do you think..."

"Think what?"

"Did God bring you back?" Tony finally asked. "I prayed to God for days to tell me that I was just dreaming. I prayed that He'd wake me up from a horrendous, screwed-up nightmare and I'd go to work with you at your desk calling me a pig."

"Tony, you are a pig."

"It's part of my charm," Tony said, flashing his trademark smile.

"That's true. You're like a puppy. You annoy us but we miss you when you were gone."

"You mean the plague?"

"Yeah," Kate said. Her thoughts went to that night. Tony's lips and skin turning blue, coughing up, on the brink of death. A cold shiver went up her spine at the thought of him dying. She would've died to protect Bush, despite her being a Democrat. She had protected Clinton even after the Lewinsky scandal. And she was willing to do anything to protect Gibbs, Tony, McGee, Abby or Ducky. But she felt that she would be shattered beyond repair.

"You know, I could've sworn I saw an Angel of Death or something. Maybe Azrael."

"Azrael?"

"Azrael is the Angel of Death. I grew up in an Italian Catholic family, Kate," Tony explained. "My mother; obsessed with angels, she was. Knew every angel, archangel, seraphim. You name it."

"Maybe this Azrael brought me back," Kate guessed. "You think?"

"I don't know."

"Tony, no one has gotten shot in the forehead and lived," Kate ranted. "I died. I'd been buried for five months and-"

"Hey! Kate, I understand. You think I'm not freaked out? I saw your body in autopsy. I was one of your pallbearers. This is...this is all just a lot to take in... Look, do you want something to eat?"

"Thank God you asked, Tony. I'm starving. I literally haven't eaten in five months."

"Okay," Tony said as he grabbed his keys. "First, we're going to an Italian pizza joint I know. Then we're going to the library."