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Chapter 3

While Gibbs and Kate were talking, Tony was at the hatch of the plane. Agent Fornell was climbing the stairs about the go back in, when Tony appeared and closed the hatch, "Oh gosh, I'm sorry. We, uh, overbooked the flight."

"What the hell are you doing?" Agent Fornell shouted. Tony just smiled and locked the hatch. After running down the stairs he demanded to know what was going on from Elmo Poke, the County Coroner.

"Guess Ducky decided to take the body to Washington."

Fornell was confused, "Why is your medical examiner taking the body to Washington?"

Elmo smiled, "I never said he was my medical examiner." They were forced to duck from the engine firing up. They watched the plane head down the runway.

"Then who the hell's medical examiner is he?"

"Ducky? He works for NCIS."

After closing the hatch, Tony had walked back towards Gibbs and Kate and caught the tail end of the conversation. "You know Kate, I did talk about you a few times. If I recall, you were the brunette that cheated on me with my best friend." He was practically in her face, but tried to keep his voice as calm as possible, only it didn't work very well.

"I'm going to leave you two alone, while I go and talk to the director." Gibbs told them as he walked off, "I hope you will both be in one piece when I get back."

Kate and Tony watched him leave before continuing their conversation. "I was not cheating on you." Kate argued, "We were – and still are – just friends. Perhaps you just didn't want to see that."

"Kate, I saw you together several times, and they were definitely more intimate then 'just friends.'" Tony was starting to get more angry now. This was the first time since they divorced that they were able to properly talk about what happened.

"You're right Tony, sometimes he did try and come on to me, but nothing ever happened. I still loved you. I wanted to get back together, believe it or not."

"If you wanted to get back together then why did you sign the papers in front of my face?"

She paused before answering, trying to hold back the tears. "Maybe it had something to do with the fact that when I knocked on your door, a blonde bimbo dressed in just a robe came out of your bedroom. You didn't seem so heartbroken. I just gave you what you wanted – me out of your life."

"I only slept with her because I was mad at you!" He sighed. He always hated arguing with her. "When can I next see Emily?"

Glad for the change in subject, she replied, "You know you can see her whenever you want. So you're stationed at NCIS now? How come you didn't tell me?"

"I'm sorry, I thought I did. Perhaps you and Emily can come to mine next time rather then me going to you?" Tony asked hopefully.

"I'll think about it."

He surprised her by hugging her, "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too." Kate was struggling to hold back the tears.

Gibbs could see them from where he was standing and smiled.

The NCIS director, Tom Morrows, was talking to Gibbs in a conference call. He complained to the agent that he didn't need to literally slam the door in the FBI's face. To which Gibbs calmly replied, "There were more of them then us."

"There's always more of them then us. You ever hear of interagency cooperation."

Gibbs seemed to have an answer for everything, "Yes sir. I got the Secret Service agent in charge at Wichita to agree to share the investigation."

The director was surprised, "Willingly?"

"Well we could use a little backup when we land at Andrews."

"That's what I thought. We're spread a bit thin. We haven't got enough agents."

Frustrated, Gibbs complained that if they gave the body to the FBI, then they wouldn't see the report until after it was leaked to the press. The director just told him to make sure that the FBI didn't get of hold of it. "Will this Secret Service agent stand up to the FBI?"

"I don't know. She's got balls." Gibbs replied. The director chuckled appreciatively.

Kate and Tony had gone back to where the body was. While Tony was taking pictures and making sketches, Kate was watching Ducky examine the body. After seeing him place the thermometer into the body's liver, she asked, "Are you starting the autopsy?"

"Goodness no. I'm just taking his liver temperature to corroborate the time of death."

Kate stood up and looked through her notes, "The President's physician declared him dead at 2032 Zulu."

"Yeah, it never hurts to double-check."

Tony appeared in the doorway, making sketches, but Kate was standing in his way. "Excuse me, you'll need to stand clear so I can take measurements for my crime scene sketches. Thanks."

She was confused, "Sketches? You've taken a dozen photos."

He looked around and picked up a nearby magazine with a photo of a woman on the front. He showed it to her. "Tell me her measurements."

"You're pathetic. You know that? You've hardly changed a bit."

He tried to ignore the comment. "No, I'm serious. Can you tell if she's 5'4" and a 34C or 5'7" and a 36D? You can't. Not from a photo. That's why we sketches and do measurements. Thanks."

Ducky had just calculated his estimate of the time of death, "I get 1915 Zulu. That's nearly an hour earlier."

"Well then, you miscalculated."

Gibbs had just hurried down the stairs to join them and wondered what the problem was. Ducky explained, "There's apparently a discrepancy between my time of death and the President's physician's." He was told to log his own.

Gibbs turned to Tony, "Enough sketches Tony. Agent Todd's gonna give you a floor plan." He turned and walked away, but Kate followed him, refusing to give the floor plan.

Ducky looked at the photo on the magazine and spoke to Tony, "I thought your photo analysis was brilliant, Tony. But isn't 36D a bit of wishful thinking?"

Tony looked at the photo again. "You think?"

"What was that about with Agent Todd though?"

"What do you mean, Ducky?"

"She mentioned that you haven't changed. Is there some history between the two of you? I noticed you arguing earlier as well."

Tony paused, unsure what to say. Since Kate had told Gibbs, he felt he might as well tell Ducky. He would find out sooner or later anyway. "Kate's my ex-wife."

"Ah."

"Yeah, we have a 5 year old daughter Emily. I'm hoping that she will come here soon, rather than me going out to see her. I miss her a lot." Ducky wasn't sure whether the younger man meant Kate or Emily, but quickly decided he meant both.

"So I can see." He went back to work, leaving Tony to think about his daughter.

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