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McGee continued typing, his eyes watering as he did. It had been two weeks since Kate died, and all he could think about was how happy she had been that morning. He paused and rubbed a hand over his eyes, the tears continued to well up. He sighed, the story he was writing was going nowhere. "Oh god I miss you Kate, it's just not the same without you, I miss you" "aww McGee, I didn't know you cared that much" he jumped, he turned around quickly. To his surprise Kate stood staring at him. He rubbed his eyes again. "aww McGee, you look like you've seen a ghost" he just stared at her, his mouth moving yet not able to make a sound "oh, right...I forget sometimes you know, it's not that bad. It's really peaceful..." "Kate?" she laughed "yes McGee, it's really me" he was stunned, "but you're dead...." "Yes, yes McGee I am, but it's ok" "I really miss you" "I know , I miss you too McGee, but you know I never really left" she looked at his collections a faint smile on her face "Kate, I've got to ask, what's it like?" she paused, turning to face him "to die McGee?" he nodded "it's hard to explain, it's almost like going to sleep" "and what's it like now?" she smiled, he was struck by her peaceful smile "I can't explain it McGee, you wouldn't understand, I think that this is something you have to find out on your own" he looked both miffed and intrigued "are you happy?" his voice cracked on that, he hoped she hadn't noticed. "Yes McGee, it's wonderful, I'm happy because I can see you guys every day, I can watch over you guys, I didn't leave" he closed his eyes and whispered as he leaned against the cool case next to his desk "I really miss you Kate" there was silence, than a brush of light wind that carried the scent of spring. He opened his eyes, on the typewriter before him there was a single red rose.