A/N: Aw, thanks for the reviews guys. Here's the beginning of the letters. All I have to do is Gibbs and Abby's and they'll be up tomorrow night hopefully. lol. O yes, and from here on in, there's going to be some spoilers for SWAK. Love y'all.

Tony DiNozzo had a specific way of doing things. He liked to sleep on the left side of the bed. His breakfast consisted of a muffin baked by his mother -she sends a basket every week- and coffee that he picks up on his way to work. If he has a late night with a woman, then he has his spare toothbrush, towel, portable razor, and such in his file cabinet. Nothing to worry about.

But as he lugged his overly-tired body off the elevator and to his desk, he noticed something different. The mail had seemed to arrive earlier. Way earlier. Remembering the letter that had placed him and Kate into quarantine for days, he picked it up suspiciously, and pushed all thoughts of Kate out of his mind. He just wasn't in the mood to deal with the sorrows of loosing a good friend. And a damn good agent.

He slowly sat down at his desk, forgetting about the urgency that he brush his teeth and shave immediately, and searched his desk for his letter opener. And he thought he'd never use it. He carefully picked his way through the top of the letter, until he noticed that he completely forgot to see who it was from - if there was a name on the front of the envelope. He flipped it around, and it flew from his hands as if it was on fire.

That was Kate's writing.

But that can't be. His mind began to race a million miles a minute. Kate was dead. Dead. The dead can't write letters to people… can they? Old classic ghost movie titles popped into his head, but he ignored them and swallowed hard. Only one what to find out what the hell was going on.

He reached over and pulled the letter from the envelope. He unfolded slowly, cautiously, as if he expected something to jump out at him from the paper. The writing was Kate's. But did Kate write this? Even as he thought that, he knew it didn't make sense, but in his world, it made all the difference.

Tony -

I was going to put 'Dear Tony' but then I remembered that you are far from being dear.

Yup. This was Kate who had written it, he thought has a smile flittered on his lips.

Just kidding. It seems we do a lot of that don't we? Kid around, I mean. God knows that meant in your little head. Right, I have to stop being so mean.

I'm sorry. I mean it. I just want you to know that every time we've ever argued, or 'bantered' as Abby so delicately put it, that I was joking. I know that sometimes I've said some really hurtful things, but here's where I completely make up for that. I'm sorry, I didn't mean them to come out that way.

I know that if you're reading this, something's happened. Either I've gotten sick of working here, or… I'm dead. And there's a replacement sitting across from you at my desk. I'm not going to tell you to be nice to him or her. I'm just going to tell you to be yourself. It worked for me, and look at how close we've become.

I don't mean that I like in that way Tony. I'm smiling though, right now. And I'm looking at the flowers you sent me - I pressed them and framed them. Not like, stalker-ish, but it was kind of sweet that you took the time to GO THROUGH MY PURSE to find the card of my favourite florist. In that weird 'Tony DiNozzo' way, it's actually kind of nice. I never did get the chance to thank you for them. Thanks Tony.

And I know at times - okay, all of the time- I referred to you as the chauvinistic skirt-chaser. But I know you're more than that. And I know that you're going to make some woman really happy someday. I know what you're thinking - 'I've already made many women happy, Katie' and then you're smiling that stupid smile of yours. But you know exactly what I mean. If, on the rare chance, that I'm not dead, then don't be a stranger to me. And either way, when you have kids, one of them had better be named Caitlin. Just kidding.

Try to loosen up on our Probie though, okay? He's really doing the best he can, and admit it to yourself - he's been the key to solving more than one of our cases we've worked.

The best of luck though, DiNozzo. I'll miss you, and your stupid jokes.

Love,

Katie.

PS: You do realize that you're the only one who's called me Katie and lived to call me that again, right? Just proves how good friends we are.

Tony never thought he'd see the day when Kate said sorry to him. And, technically, she still hadn't 'said' it to him... she'd written it. But still, the thought that she kept his flowers, and knew him so well as to know what he would be thinking when he read her letter, really proved to him that she did listen, and she did care.

It also reminded him of exactly how close of a friend she was to him.