Tim sank d0wn into his new sofa and sighed. It had taken less than a week to find an apartment, thanks to the team. A friend of Ducky's had a nice townhouse to sublet, and at a price that Tim was still sure was wrong. He still half expected to find some fine print in his lease for other expenses.

Everyone had pitched in and gotten him settled in quick order. Most of his prior belongings were gone, so he had had to start over. The process had actually gone faster because of that. He supposed every cloud had a silver lining.

Tim was just drifting off for a quick nap when the sound of his doorbell jolted him awake. He looked around to see if Tony had left anything behind that he would have had to come back for, but saw nothing. Curious, he rose and made his way to the door.

"Delilah…" Tim froze, not sure how to continue.

"Are you going to invite me in?" she asked.

"Of course," he said, blushing deeply. "It's so good to see you."

"I came as soon as I could make arrangements with work," she explained. "I can't believe you're alive."

"In the flesh," he said.

It was Delilah's turn to blush, being caught checking out how different Tim looked than when she had last seen him.

"I wasn't sure you would want to see me," she admitted.

"Why not?" Tim's voice broke with emotion. "Thinking about you was part of what got me through that whole ordeal."

"I mean, when they told you I was in a relationship," Delilah said. "If I had any idea you were alive and would come back to me, I never would have considered another man."

"That means a lot. Abby told me it was hard on you," Tim swallowed over the lump in his throat, "when…I died. I was afraid you would be angry that I hadn't found a way to contact you. The others were."

"I was upset at first, until they told me the story," she said. "Then all I could think of was getting back home to you."

Tim was afraid to meet her eyes. Did that mean what he hoped it did? Was she here to rekindle what they had before?

"What about…?" he said.

"Ancient history," Delilah assured him. "When I started seeing Mark, he knew all about you. Our friendship began with him helping me through some of the hard times. Eventually…things changed. But when I heard you were alive, there was no question in my mind or heart. I never cared for him like I did you, and he knew that."

"May I kiss you?" Tim asked, already leaning down toward her.

"You better," she said as she took his head in her hands and pulled him toward her.

THE END