SUMMARY: "Dreaming about Gibbs, huh?" During Twilight.
KATE TODD,
THE MARSHMALLOW
"Kate dreams about Gibbs!"
"Dreaming about Gibbs, huh?"
Annoyed. "You know I wasn't."
"What were you really dreaming about?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"Uh...'cause I asked nicely?"
"Fine."
Pause.
"Are you gonna tell me or not?"
Very fast. "I-dreamed-that-I-woke-up-and-Gibbs-was-dead-and-Ari-was-there-and-he-did-that-creepy-'Caitlin'-thing. Happy?"
"The creepy Caitlin thing?"
"When he...abducted me, or whatever, he kept calling me Caitlin in this really creepy voice."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"That sucks."
"Yeah."
Silence.
"Tony?"
Playfully. "Yes Kate darling?"
"Do you think we're gonna get him?"
"Who, Ari?"
"Yeah."
"I don't think you and me are gonna be doing anything but standing back while Gibbs puts a couple rounds in his head."
"I just have this weird feeling, you know?"
"Not really...what feeling?"
"You know how you're always talking about instinct? It's kinda like that. I just feel...tense."
"Tense?"
"Yeah."
Teasing. "Should I give you a massage?"
Smiling again. "You put one finger on me, DiNozzo..."
"You'll kill me with your bare hands, castrate me, disembowel me, et cetera. I know the drill."
Wryly. "You'd better, by this time."
"We've been working together for almost two years now, you know that?"
Sarcastic. "Tony! You remembered our anniversary!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I was just saying."
Silence.
"Tony, have you visited Gerald recently?"
"Not since we all went with Ducky a month or so ago."
"We should go. After we get Ari."
"That could be today, a week, two months, a year."
"It won't take a year."
"How do you know?"
"That feeling again."
"Oh."
"Will you visit him then?"
"Sure. We'll all go."
Smiling. "Can you imagine the look on his face when we tell him Ari's dead?"
"I imagine it'll be something like the one on your face now."
Soberly. "Yeah, I guess."
Long pause.
"Hey, Tony? If anything happens to anyone on the team..."
"Yeah?"
"Never mind. We should go back in."
"What were you going to say?"
"Just...I missed you when you were gone, okay?"
Laughing. "Oh, my God. She may be all tough and gritty on the outside, but inside she's pure cream filling."
"Shut up."
"Kate Todd, you are a marshmallow."
Sarcastic. "That's me. The marshmallow."
THE END