Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or its characters.

This is told from Kate's POV

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All of this commotion started when someone found a leg of a Marine with a tattoo. Without thinking, I slipped up and told Tony that I have a tattoo. And all while working the case, he would not stop pestering me about it.

When Gibbs and I were heading to the sister's house to search her place, I heard Tony ask Abby 'Abs, do you know where Kate has her tat?' And I saw Abby smile knowingly. Truth is, Abby only found out when Tony asked. She just wanted to make him mad. Then, later, after we arrested the sister and her mother, we were at the bullpen when Tony brought up my tattoo again.

"It's not a rose," Gibbs revealed.

I froze. What did he say?

"He doesn't know," I told Tony and Abby, "He's lying just like he did about the digitalis! Tell them. GIBBS!"

He didn't say anything. They both assumed Gibbs broke his own rule and that we were together. Both Abby and Tony looked surprised.

Later that night, I called my mother. On a hunch, I asked her if she or Dad knew anyone with the last name of Gibbs. All she said was, "Oh, goodness."

She explained to me that my father's best friend was Leroy Jethro Gibbs. I was born right before he enlisted in the corps and my parents named him my godfather. Gibbs tried to get my dad to join too, but Daddy 'didn't want to leave his baby girl behind'.

I had never met him. Until, obviously, I started working at NCIS. Gibbs had only gone to see my parents once since his enlistment and I wasn't able to come. I was still on the president's detail and he was in Kuwait at the time.

But, supposedly, my family was telling stories about me and my sister accidentally told them about my tattoo.

When my little sister turned twenty-one, I took her out for a night on the town. I was the designated driver but we got carried away and decided to get some body art.

That's when I realized he does know. I still can't figure out why my parents or Gibbs never told me he was my godfather. But, that's just normal Gibbs.

So, that same night, someone knocked on the door of my apartment. I opened it to see Tony DiNozzo, grinning from ear to ear.

"Is it a daisy?"

"Oh, will you drop it?" I was starting to get frustrated.

He brushed right past me, set his coat by the closet, plopped himself down on my little couch, motioned for me to sit with him, and smiled at me. God I love that smile.

I sat down next to him on the love seat (Now I know why they call it that).

"Do you really want to know?" I whispered as I leaned closer to him.

He looked very surprised when I asked him that, but quickly wiped that look off his face and leaned closer.

"You know that I do."

Our lips were mere inches apart. I took a chance and made the next move. I kissed him, ever so slightly. Just so our lips barely touched. As I pulled away, I could feel his warm sweet breath on my lips.

He came in for more and I didn't stop him. It carried on like that for a while, just us lazily kissing each other.

When I pulled back, I asked, "Do you really want to know what it is?"

Tony just grinned and nodded.

"C'mon. I'll show you," I said quietly as I stood up, holding his hands in mine, pulling him toward my room.

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So, that's how all of this commotion started.

I've been pacing around this bathroom for almost five minutes.

See, that happened months ago. You know, the call to my mother and Tony showing up at my place. Those random nights turned into actual dates and those resulted in him moving in.

When Gibbs found out, he wasn't necessarily happy. One: we broke rule number twelve and Two: ever since I found out that he's my godfather, he's become very over protective.

And eventually, moving in resulted in a proposal. And not long after that, I became Mrs. Caitlin DiNozzo.

So, now, here I am, pacing in the bathroom down the hall from Abby's lab and praying to God that no one comes in. I keep fumbling with my wedding ring, a small gold band with diamonds set inside. I'm nervous. It's become a nervous habit, messing with my ring. I know that no matter what the outcome is, I'll be OK. Tony will love me no matter what.

The five minutes is up and I pick up that little white stick with the now blue tip.

I rush to tell Abby and give her the good news. As she congratulates me, I let my mind wander off to my husband.

He'll be a great dad

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That was very random. I was watching my DVDs of NCIS yesterday and this idea just popped in my head.