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Tony and Kate rode the elevator to the bullpen. The metal cubical was silent, except for the sounds of their soft kisses. Whilst everyone probably already knew about them, thanks to Abby, Tony and Kate had decided to try and keep their relationship quiet, and out of the office. The lift arrived with a clink and the two special agents separated, fixing their clothes they walked into the bullpen. Ziva merely glanced up at them before returning to whatever she was doing. Things had been weird since Kate had returned. Ziva and Kate both felt uncomfortable around each other, and the banter between Ziva and Tony only happened when Kate wasn't around. Gibbs strode into the bullpen. "We've got a case. Gas the truck." He said as he threw the keys to Tony. Kate called Ducky while Ziva called McGee.
By the end of the day Kate was exhausted. Sure, it had been an open and closed case, but it had been hard. It had involved a baby; the father had gone into a rage and killed his wife and child. And Tony's jokes and banter had been all that had stopped her from breaking down. So when Tony opened his arms to Kate in the elevator, she settled right into them and let his arms hold her. Kate would never have thought Tony could be like this. Show's how wrong she could be - guess she wasn't as good a profiler as she believed. Neither said anything as they waited for the elevator to arrive at the car park. Without words being exchanged, Tony took Kate's keys from her bag and drove them both to her place. And when Kate woke from her nightmare in the middle of the night, Tony was there to comfort her. He held her tight, and watched her, watched over her.
I know it's short, and the chapters are all everywhere, jumping about, missing huge chunks of time, so I'm sorry. Hopefully the next chapter will be longer (and better).