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Chapter 6
Jeanne opened the door and led Tony inside. He was quiet as he walked behind her, his eyes filled with tears. She had decided to bring him back to her apartment so he wouldn't feel as if he was being watched. The people in the café had been quite nosy in her opinion.
"Go sit, Tony," she instructed as she placed a pot of boiling water on stove. She leaned against the counter waiting for the kettle to hiss when a loud crash filled her ears. She rushed into the room to find Tony on the floor, surrounded by books that had fallen off of her bookshelf. He was muttering that he was sorry over and over again. She started to pick up the books when a small chuckle escaped from his mouth.
"What?" she asked.
He chuckled before holding up a book. "I didn't strike you as a Thom. E. Gemcity fan."
She grabbed the book from his hand. "I take it you aren't."
Tony just shook his head and pulled out another book that was hidden under the pile. He held it up, showing the cover. It was Deep Six. "I don't typically read books about myself," he told her, flipping through the pages. "But, I did read this particular one twice."
Shocked at his words, Jeanne raised an eyebrow. He smiled using only the corners of his lips and explained in further detail. "L. J. Tibbs is my boss, Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Agent McGuire is Agent McGee, otherwise known at Thom. E. Gemcity. Take a guess at who Agent Tommy is."
"You," Jeanne said, understanding what he was getting at. "So, are these real cases?"
Tony shook his head. "It's a work of fiction, for the most part."
The two placed the books on the shelf in silence. When most of the books were back in their places, Tony put Deep Six in its spot before leaning against the bookshelf. He sighed. "Officer Lisa was Ziva. I don't know what McGee's going to do. I don't think he has the guts to kill her off. He probably thinks I'd murder him."
Jeanne saw the tears in Tony's eyes as he tried to make a joke. She reached forward and placed a hand on his. They sat there for a few minutes in complete silence, the only sound being the hissing from the kettle that Jeanne ignored. Tony calmed himself and Jeanne took this as her chance to get the boiling water. She poured it into a cup and put a tea bag in it, aware that Tony wasn't really a tea type of person. The taste of it always helped her feel better after a completely awful day.
She walked into living area where Tony was on the couch and saw rage in his eyes. Deep Six had made it to the coffee table and was open to a page in the middle. Tony turned to her and let out a small growl. "Why did this have to happen to me?" he hissed in a small voice. "Is this punishment for everything I've done in the past?"
Jeanne sat beside him and placed the cups on the table. He was shaking, his jaw quivering. She didn't touch him, not knowing if he wanted to be touched. She didn't talk, knowing he didn't want to communicate. He was out of the stage of denial that had seemed to come and go and was now angry.
Then, he turned to her. "You know, maybe Gibbs was right in taking her," he said in an uncharacteristically gravelly voice. "Because I'm never going to get over this."
"You will, Tony," Jeanne told him quietly.
"No, I won't," he told her. "I'm a terrible person. I just stood there. I could have done something, anything. It's just not fair! It should have been me!"
Tony leaned against the couch, his head hitting the wall behind him while he shut his eyes, a small stream of water coming from the corners of his eyes. Jeanne sighed and patted his shoulder. He would be alright, she told herself. In time, he would be alright.
The tears subsided and Tony took a sip from the tea, making a small face at the taste. Jeanne giggled as he tried to drink it without her knowing he didn't like it. "What was that?" he asked as he took his final sip.
"Tea," she said simply. He bit his lip and she added, "You'll be okay, Tony."
"Then how come I fell like I'm...I don't even know...helpless, useless?" He looked at the floor and held his hands to his face. "I can't even remember what she sounds like anymore."
Before Jeanne could say anything, Tony chuckled. "But I do remember American idioms drove her up the hall."
They both smiled and Tony continued. "She could never get them right. She got better eventually, but..." he grinned, clearly remembering something. He looked to Jeanne and smiled. "One time, she told McGee he looked like he saw a goat."
The two chuckled. "She meant ghost, obviously," Tony said. Then, he shook his head. "I just hope I don't forget her."
"You won't," Jeanne reassured him.
He grinned. "Yeah, I know. My daughter looks just like her. You'll have to meet her when Gibbs brings her back," he said.
Jeanne nodded, a smile playing with her lips. "I'd like that. I'd like that a lot, Tony."
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