Tropical Nightmare- Chapter2: Flying high (Tony´s POV)
Disclaimer: I don´t own any characters or anything!
Summary: Tony and Kate are sent to Argentina for an undercover mission, but they have to take a detour.They are bound to find out that atropical island can be a real nightmare -at least if you´re on your own out there...
Additional note: I usually don´t write 1st-person narrator, but it seemed to fit rather well for this little story as the POV changes with each chapter.Also, the use of present-tense is wanted here, eventhough it may seem a bit odd. I hope it´s still readable.
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He was doing it again. I look around the plane and couldn´t help asking myself what I was doing here. Gibbs had a certain talent to put people into uncomfortable situations. I didn´t exactly mind spending time with Kate, never mind share a room with her or something -that was what our job required now and then. The problem was, I still had that macho-image around NCIS -something Kate hated like no other. It was the one thing that had kept me from being honest with her from the beginning. She is a highly trained special agent -and a beautiful one on top of that.
Stop it, Dinozzo!I have to get a grip onmy thoughts and look around the plane instead. It was useless to daydream about something that would never happen anyway. We are colleagues and that´s all there will ever be. I can already hear McGee and Abby bragging about our undercover assignment -there would be talk around the office by the time we got back, but it had been like this for two years now.
She doesn´t say anything for a while. We´ve been airborne for about an hour when she finally turns around and looks at me. „When we get back, remind me to go down to his basement and burn his boat..." She mutters and I notice how pale she looks. It´s obvious that she´s not feeling too well, but as always, Kate tries to hide it. Just why does she think I´m blind?
„I´ll remind you. Want some water?" I ask and hand her a bottle. She hesitates for a second before accepting it. I wait for a moment and hand her a paperbag as well. „Once we´re out over the ocean it will be a rough ride." She gives me one of her I-can-take-care-of-myself-thank-you-very-much-looks, but takes the bag. „It could be worse." I add and note that the motion of the plane is getting a bit more unsteady.
„Yeah, Gibbs could be here, telling us how much more comfortable this is compared to a military transporter." She closes her eyes while the engines roar beneath us. I close my eyes and try to take a nap, maybe I will be asleep by the time we get into turbulence.
The light in the plane is different when I open my eyes again. Must have been a while. I sit up and look around, but the seat next to mine is empty. I can hear a muffled sound from somewhere behind the fish containers. „Kate? Everything okay?" I call and wait for an answer.
„I´m fine." She replies after a moment, but her voice tells me she´s not. I decide to wait and after a moment she comes out behind a box of crabs. The plane is rocking back and forth, but she is holding her balance. I offer her my hand when she is close enough which she accepts -another sign that she´s not feeling at her best right now.
„Rough ride." I say and hand her a bottle of water. She just nods and brushes a strand of hair from her face. „Try to sleep a bit, that´ll make it better. Getting sick on a flight like this isn´t so unusual."
She looks and me and I´m not sure whether it´s a glare or a smile. „Except when your name is Gibbs and you love flying with those military transporters. I think he´s only happy when he´s tossed around like a dummy." She says and wraps a blanket around her shoulders. For a second, I want to put my arm around her and just hold her, but I know she would never allow it. I don´t know where this feeling comes from, we´ve been working together for such a long time. Why can´t I feel for her like for a sister -that´s what Abby has become for me. We get along well and look out for each other. Just why can´t it be the same with Kate? I wonder if it is like that for her, but I would never ask. I watch her when she falls asleep, her head slowly falling to the side. I reach out and pull her over to my side. She won´t mind, at least I hope so. And if she does, I don´t mind her yelling at me. She does so regularly.