McGee's phone clicked again. Tony was actually starting to think Probie was enjoying Special agent Morrison's terror. Then again, after what she said, McGee would probably enjoy watching her fall off a cliff. Being in the passenger seat while Ziva was driving would have to do, for now, since Director Sheppard told them not to throw the new agent in the line of fire.
"McGee. You're scaring me." Tony said simply.
"Sorry, Tony, but Abby asked me to get pictures a-"
"And, you can't not do what Abs says. I get it McGee." Laughed Tony. McGee would shoot the president if Abby asked him to. "After all, he got a tat on his butt for her; the next logical step (in McGee's world) would be shooting the president. Right?" Tony thought.
Tony looked in the rear view mirror, and flew into another lane as Ziva came shooting up behind him. She slowed just enough for a second for McGee to shoot a picture of the new agents terror. "Abby will love this one." He smiled evilly.
"McGee just smiled evilly…" Tony thought, "Maybe he is Abby's type." Tony shook his head to get the thought of McGee being Abby's type out of his mind.
"What's wrong?" McGee looked at Tony.
"Nothing, I just had a really scary thought."
"Ah, okay. Turn here."
Tony swerved into the large yard of a house across the street from a cemetery. He parked the car behind the one Ziva had driven, She and New-Probie where already pulling bullet proof vests out of their trunk. Tony snatched McGee's phone and snapped a picture of Special Agent Morrison, her face was pale, like Ziva's driving had caused her to lose all her blood, "I can see the caption now," Tony said, "Probie's first case!"
Ziva swung on her vest. "What? Are you going to put the picture on MyWeb?"
"I think you mean 'MySpace'. And, I might just get one to put embarrassing NCIS photo's on there, Zee-vah." Tony corrected.
Ziva rolled her eyes and retorted, "I'm sure there'd be a lot of pictures of you on there then."
Tony looked at her with that confused look he always gave her as she pulled two more vests. They where ready to go in and get their guy, after five minutes of Tony and Ziva throwing insults at each other. "You ready New-Probie?"
"N-Not really." Morrison stuttered, "What do I have to do again?"
"Go in there and don't get killed." Tony said, "Oh, and yell clear if he's not in a room." Despite his 'tips' Morrison still looked petrified. "Okay, let's go." Tony said, and the team started running towards the house.
They kicked the door in, and ran in, their Sigs drawn, "NCIS!" Tony yelled. They heard footsteps upstairs racing towards the front of the house upstairs. Tony beckoned for his team to follow him up the staircase. They spotted a door that was just shutting the last inch.
Tony walked towards the door and gently swung it open a little, beckoning for his team to closer. He opened the door the rest of the way, looking around, his Sig outstretched. Tony felt a sharp pain in the back of his head and fell into darkness.
"Tony… Tony… wake up you IDIOT!" a familiar voice said. He blinked his eyes open, expecting to see his desk underneath him, instead he saw a face he hadn't seen in a year.
"Kate? What, how are you alive?" Tony asked sitting up.
"It's simple, I'm not." Kate laughed. She held out her hand for Tony, he took it and got to his feet.
"I- I'm not dead am I?" Tony stuttered.
"You sound like McGee." Kate remarked, for the first time Tony noticed his surroundings. He was standing on clouds, they where tinted with gold. Tony looked back to Kate, "No your not dead." She sighed with relief.
"Than why can I see you?"
She looked up; sorrow in her eyes "Your unconscious. I- I figured I come to see you while I could. I'm not supposed to, but then again the team has never really been the people to follow the rules, huh?"
"I guess not." Tony smiled, but he could tell Kate knew he was upset, "Kate, I need to tell you something."
She put her finger to his lips, "Shh, I already know. I love you to Tony, but I'm dead, and it'll be a long time before you are too."
"Kate." Tony's words choked in his throat.
"Wow, Tony DiNozzo, speechless. So DiNozzo, what's it like being team leader? And what's with the coffee?" Kate said, mischief in her eyes.
Tony was relieved to get on a lighter subject, "It's great! I get to call the shots… and head-slap people. I even get to go MTAC now to get our cases."
"And you get to call Gibbs for help… Oh, and Ziva and Director Sheppard are right, you should definitely change your email address." Kate smiled at Tony's confused look; "I'm dead Tony, which means I can watch you when I want to."
"Oh… wait. How much do you watch?" Tony said, giving Kate that smile.
"Enough." Kate winked at him, "Your becoming see through, Tony. I think you're waking up." Her smile disappeared, "Remember I'm gone, you have to look at who's in front of you now." Kate ran her hands over his face, and everything, including her, slowly faded, and Tony found himself look at the inside of his eyelids.
"I think he's waking up." The voice of McGee said.
"A- are you sure? Are you sure he's not dead?" the voice of New-Probie whimpered.
"Of course he's not dead, can't you see him breathing?" Snapped Ziva.
Tony blinked his eyes opened to see Ziva leaning over him, "Hey Ziva?" Tony didn't wait for an answer, "I think I am going to change my email address." Ziva just shook her head, a smile on her face.
"We got the guy while you where napping, DiNozzo. McGee shot him." Ziva said, outstretching her hand to help Tony up. Tony smiled and took her hand.
He found his mind wandering back to what Kate had said, "Remember I'm gone, you have to look at who's in front of you now." Tony faded out of his memories to Ziva's smiling face in front of him.