A NCIS fan fiction
Pairing: Tony DiNozzo and Kate Todd
Summary: They were a relationship just waiting to happen, in spite of everything. And they were going to make it work, no matter what.
Spoilers: A bit for 'Conspiracy Theory', since this is set directly afterwards. I loved their banter in this episode, and the wet T-shirt/Sex Machine thing.
Disclaimer: Last time I checked, they still weren't mine. They belong to the Donald. No, not Donald Trump. The other Donald – Donald P. Bellisario. …Okay, I'll stop with the stupid puns now.
Author's Note: I'm going for a longer Tate fic this time. I felt like it was time. Heehee. Oh, review please. And most importantly, enjoy the Tate-ness of it all!
The doors slid open and Special Agent Tony DiNozzo hurried inside, Special Agent Kate Todd at his heels. He jabbed furiously at the button until the doors shut and slumped against the cool metal of the elevator.
"I thought you deleted it!" she hissed, delivering a whack to his upper arm.
"Ow! Jeez, that hurt!" he whined. His eyes narrowed. "Hey – I thought you deleted it, too! It's just our luck that we sent it to Gibbs, of all people. I mean, even sending it to Probie would've been a hell of a lot better."
"This is all your fault," she told him with a scowl, keeping her eyes trained on the numbers as they descended to the parking lot.
"My fault! Who started it with the 'Sex Machine' crack, huh?"
Before she could reply, the elevator gave a jolt as the lights flickered. Kate found herself being thrown across the elevator and landing onto something soft. She heard a soft "oof!", and when the lights came back on, she found herself on top of Tony, staring into his eyes with her face hovering dangerously close to his.
Time seemed to slow down. She noticed every single thing that happened: The shock that flitted across Tony's eyes. Tony as he licked his lips slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Her heartbeat, which was pounding faster than ever. His heartbeat through his shirt, beating a little faster than normal as she lay on top of him. The questioning look in his eyes. Both of them leaning in closer simultaneously, until their lips touched. Tony smiling against her mouth as she pressed her lips onto his. His fingers running through her dark hair, pulling her closer still. His tongue, gently coaxing her mouth open. Her mouth parting slightly, allowing him entrance. The duel of their tongues as they deepened their kiss.
And just like that, the moment stopped. Time righted itself and continued on in its usual steady rhythm, and Reality came crashing down on her.
She pulled away and stood up quickly, facing the other way so he wouldn't see the tears that had sprung in her eyes. "I-I… Tony… We…" She gave a perturbed little noise and fell silent.
He watched her from the floor with hurt evident in his eyes, and noticed from the reflection on the shiny doors that she looked like she was about to cry. "Come on, Kate. It just…happened."
"Nothing happened, okay, Tony?" It came out harsher than she'd wanted it to, and a tear trickled down her cheek as she pressed the button that opened the elevator doors. She kept her head down as she exited, leaving him inside, still sprawled on the floor.
Tony got up and watched her hurry towards her car. He meant to go after her, but his feet didn't seem to be cooperating with him. He let out a frustrated groan and hit the elevator wall with his fist angrily. "Dammit!"
To be continued...
