After lunch Kate had Biology with a very funny teacher, Mr Mallard, but they called him Ducky. He was only a small man with greying hair, glasses and a bow tie. He was also the schools doctor and very loved by just about every one. He had the necessity to run off topic a lot, ranging from different stories to past experiences. They were all very interesting but a little too long for some peoples liking but Kate found them fascinating-non of her other teachers were as polite and gentle mannered as Ducky.

"…..and there I was face-to-face with the tribe's leader……." he was talking about the time he went to Africa.

"Psst." someone from behind her said as they poked her back.

"What?" Kate said as she turned to look at the person who was distracting her.

"He's told us this story a thousand times. Wanna know how it ends?"

"Yeah, when he's finished." she whispered back as she faced the front.

"Trust me he isn't done yet, not even halfway and the lesson is nearly over."

"I'm sure he'll continue next lesson."

"Nope," he said shaking his head, "He probably will have forgotten by then. Trust me." he smiles.

"Fine." she gave in, hoping he'd stop bothering her.

He came up and sat beside her, "Well it goes like this. He goes with his friends to Africa, he gets lost somewhere, a bunch of things happen along the way in finding his friends, and he bumps into the tribe's leader. Then he thinks they're gunna kill him but they want to know if he can help to cure his wife. It turns out that she had a very mild case of the flu and they've been friends ever since."

Kate studied him for a moment, "Really?"

"Yep. By the way I'm Anthony DiNozzo, Basketball Jock and proud of It." he stated, holding his hand out to Kate.

She looked at it for a moment then shook it "Kate Todd," she introduced herself. 'So this is who Paula drools over?' she smiled inwardly.

"…..I feared for my life as I was surrounded by at least 10 tribesmen and-"

The ringing of the bell cut him off, "End of the lesson already? Not to worry, we'll pick up where we left off tomorrow."

As they left, Tony walked out with Kate, mindlessly chitchatting about the lesson. "…so what do you have next?" he asked her as they made their way down the corridor.

"Erm…" she looked at her timetable, "I have a free. You?" she said as she unceremoniously shoved it back into her bag.

"Me too." he nodded his satisfaction and had AN idea, "You wanna sneak out to the bleachers and watch the Seniors train up for the big game Saturday?"

"Sneak out? You don't have a free do you?" more statement than question.

"Nope," he laughed as he grabbed her hand and pulled her down the corridor.

When they got outside there was greeted by a lovely cool breeze. They sat side-by-side on the middle seats of the bleachers. Kate had brought out her sketchpad and decided to draw the scene displayed before her; 20 or so guys in their football uniforms battling it out on the field for the ball to score touchdowns. "What you got there?" Tony asked as he leaned over her to get a better look.

"My sketchpad. I usually draw when I haven't got anything to do."

"Cool!" he sounded interested, "Can I see your other sketches?" he asked politely.

"Sure," she handed over the pad.

"Wow!" he exclaimed as he flipped through. "Where's this?" he pointed to a picture of a house with a barn in the back and vast fields.

"That's Indiana. I used to live there before I came here." she explained.

"And this?"

"Idaho."

"This New York?" he asked.

"Yep. I drew that from my bedroom window.

"These are so cool, Kate."

"Thanks, I think."

"Could you draw a picture of me? Like a cartoon?" he asked, his eyes pleading.

"Sure, why not?" she agreed. He passed her the pad back and she got to work.

Meanwhile in the classroom Paula and Ziva were chatting. "Where is he?" Paula asked.

"Who?" Ziva asked her friend, knowing she was talking about Tony.

"Tony," she looked back to his empty seat and sighed, "He never usually misses history."

Just then out of the corner of her eye she spotted him….sat with Kate. "Oh My God!" she said obviously upset.

"What?" Ziva looked up to see what she was talking about. 'Oooo' she thought 'not good'.

"I've tried to get his attention for years and she shows up and just gets him like that!" she was bewildered. They were sat laughing at something. 'She will PAY!'

Caitlin had finished her cartoon of Tony and they were both nearly crying in fits of laughter. They got some funny looks from the football team.

The picture was of Tony in his Basketball kit crashing on the floor as the ball had hit him in the face. He was staring dumbfounded at a girl in the audience, wearing his number and she had love hearts around her as she looked at him practically drooling. It was the funniest picture of him since the picture he had taken of himself in his mirror.

"This is brilliant I have to have it!" he said in awe.

"Okay, but is there somewhere we could copy it."

"Yeah the Library."

"Let's go!" she said as she got up.

They ran to the library as fast as they could to copy the picture. By the time they had copied it, it was the end of school. They went to their respective lockers got their things and met outside.

"Hey, I just need to see Abby and the gang before I leave." she said as they descended the steps.

"Abby? The Goth?" he asked.

"Yeah," she spotted them and made her way over, Tony by her side. They didn't look very happy. "Hey guys, s'up?" she asked nobody in particular.

"Can I talk to you Kate?" Paula asked, hurt and anger in her voice.

"Are you alright?" she asked worriedly.

"I'm fine." she lied. She wasn't fine she was pissed off at her.

"Oh," Kate said remembering Tony, "You guys know Tony, right?"

"Yeah, Jock." McGee answered, "Sorry." he looked a little scared that Tony might hurt him.

"Yep that's me. You are?"

"Tim McGee. Jimmy Palmer. Ziva David. Abby Scuitto. And Paula Cassidy." he introduced them.

"Where have I seen you before?" he looked at Paula.

'OMG he's talking to me, answer his question.' her head screamed. "I'm in your History and English class." she barely managed.

"No that's not it. You look familiar." he scratched his head and thought 'the picture' he pulled the picture, Kate drew, out of his pocket. The girl in the crowd.

"What?" she was worried.

"The girl in the picture!" he exclaimed.

"What picture?"

"The one Kate drew." he showed her. It was a cartoon of Tony, a funny one too. They all looked and laughed. None of them had noticed that Abby had taken Kate to one side. "What are you thinking Kate? Paula thinks you're after Tony!"

"What? He's not even my type!" she was utterly shocked. Sure she thought him good-looking but she was in no way interested in him. What was it with girls in this school wanting to shed blood over a boy?

"You're not?"

"No!" she laughed.

"She saw you two together on the bleachers."

"We were just talking about the places I used to live. He was looking at some pictures in my sketchpad and then he asked me to draw one of him. That's what we were laughing about."

"What picture?" Abby was confused.

"Here!" she showed her the cartoon.

"Hahahahahahaha!" she snorted, "That's really funny! Is that supposed to be Paula?" she pointed to the girl.

"Yeah. She was telling me this story in Geography, about how she longed for him to make a mistake whilst looking at her in the middle of a game." she explained. "Tony told me about this blonde girl he saw once and nearly fumbled. He described her to a tee."

"Really?" Abby was amazed. Kate nodded and they joined the rest of them.

"This is really good Kate!" Paula said. The others nodded in agreement.

"I was just explaining to Paula about the picture," Tony explained to them, "about how it was a sort of reminisce of the time I almost fumble in a game 'cos I was too busy looking at this blonde girl, which happens to be you." he looked at Paula. She turned a bright shade of crimson. They all laughed.