It took us a week, with the help of the team, to move all of my stuff into my new house, but now, we've unpacked every box and i'm living comfortably here. Unfortunately, Gibbs needed Tony back on the team, so I am pretty lonely now that no one is spending time with me inside the ouse. Naturally, because Tony and Gibbs are overprotective, alternating guards do perimeter and the like instead. Tony calls four times a day, and though I'd never admit it, I still miss him terribly. I only get to see him three times a week at best. He's told me a lot about this new girl, Ziva David, a Mossad Agent is was helping them find Ari. He also told me there's a new director, Jenny Shepard, one of Gibbs' old protégés. Now with a little under two weeks to go until my due date, I spend most of my day on the couch, watching Tony's movies because my feet and back are too sore to do much walking around.

I am in the middle of James Bond "Goldeneye" when my phone rings. It's Gibbs.

"Hey Gibbs."

"Kate…" Gibbs says, and I can tell something's wrong

"What's wrong?" I demand

"Tony received a letter yesterday morning, filled with a white powder. It exploded on him, and was later tested to be plague. He is in isolation at the hospital, and is infected. Everyone else is fine, but we don't know if he'll make it."

I swear I could feel my heart stop.

"Which Hospital? I'll be there in half an hour." I say, shoving myself off the couch and grabbing my purse.

"No, Kate." Gibbs replies firmly

"Dammit Gibbs! You can't tell me something like that and expect me not to come. You know I could call anyone else and guilt trip them into telling me, but I want it from you. Now. Where is he?"

I hear a sigh and then " MedStar Washington Hospital Center. Don't hurt yourself. Ducky will be there when you get there—the rest of us are working the case. Please be careful."

"I will, Gibbs. Thank you for telling me. Please save him." I whisper the last part before hanging up and running out to the car.

(45 minutes later)

I arrive at the hospital and after a quick chat at the entrance desk I hurry down to the sub floor where isolation is.

The room is large, with a glass room inside of it, with blue lights that makes everything look eerie.

I see Ducky standing and staring at the glass box, which has several white beds in it and one nurse. I move closer, and see one of the beds has Tony in it. His lips are dry and cracked, turning blue. His nose it blue and swollen, eyes red and runny. Racking coughs jerk his chest as he fights to breathe.

I run forward and press my hand to the glass, ignoring whatever Ducky is saying to me.

"Tony!" I cry through the glass, and he slowly moves his head to find me. I move to a spot on the glass where he can easily see me.

I see his mouth form a weak smile "Hey Kit-Kat."

Tears start filling my eyes, and I don't even complain about him using my nickname.

"Tony, you have to fight it. You're going to be just fine." I say, a tear dripping down my cheek.

"I'm doing my best here, Kit-Kat." He coughs loudly "but it isn't as easy as it looks. Just stay away from here, I can't have you sick too."

"I'm fine Tony. You're fine. We're all going to be okay, just hang on. Gibbs and McGee and Ziva…they're going to find the antidote, just hold on." I promise, tears streaming freely down my face.

"If I don't make it…" he says, his voice growing weaker,

"Don't…" I whisper, both palms pressed against the glass

"Y-you should…" an awful cough stops him "I've d-decided that I like your name picks…." More coughing, and hacking to the point where they have to lift him up so he can spit up the blood in his throat stops his sentence. When he finally lies back down, he gasps, before continues "better than Clint, Christian, Tom, Arnold, Elizabeth, Audrey, Julie, or Michelle."

I choke back a sob as he says that, remembering all our arguments over whether to name our son or daughter after actors and actresses or not.

"I also need you to say…" he heaves in a breath here "that you forgive me...for being so-." I don't bother stifling my sob as coughs rack his body.

"Of course I do." I sob, realising that I truly do forgive him. He's been nothing short of perfect since we had our talk and I not only owe him my life, but so much more.

the nurses panic as his coughing doesn't stop.

I turn away from the glass and walk into Ducky's arms, sobbing

"He's dying Ducky." I cry into his shoulder.

Ducky's warm hug comforts me the best he can.

Gibbs walks in a second later.

"The hell he is." Gibbs says, storming right into the glass room without any detox or protective gear. The doctor and nurses flip out, as do Ducky and I.

"Relax. The virus had a self-destruct. It's been dead for two hours, so it's not contagious." Gibbs explains, before heading over to Tony. "Dinozzo." He barks

"Yes Boss." Replies Tony weakly

"You're not gonna die. You hear me?"

"Yes Boss."

"Good." Gibbs gives Tony a little smack on the top of the head, and marches right back out of the glass room. He walks over to me, and in a very fatherly way, wraps his arms around me, planting kiss on the top of my head.

"It's okay now." He whispers, and I take immediate comfort in his words.

With a sigh of relief I allow myself to relax into his arms.

"Thank you Gibbs." I whisper