Disclaimer: See Part one.
A/N: Back to Tony!

Dependant

The ceiling could do with a new layer of paint. There must have been a leak somewhere in the flat above, because there's a slight stain there. Maybe I'll see about painting it next weekend. I'm too tired to move right now. Besides, it's quite an interesting pattern. Like finding the face of Bush in a Taco. I wonder what I could sell it for on eBay. I'll have to ask McGee when we're in work Monday.

I really do like this holiday. There's no expectations, no parties we have to attend, no places you should visit. It's just a time where there's no work. Granted it was an important part of our history, but come on, most people don't even remember what it's all about by the time the bars close. Of course I still remember when I would have been one of those people. I can't believe I'm starting to chastise myself. What is it that people have been muttering? "Love of a good woman." Yes, that could account for my sudden madness.

People started talking months ago I think, it couldn't be kept a secret forever, even Gibbs had to notice eventually. Still, how did Jenny get out of having to resign? She still won't discuss it with me, and that annoys me a little, except…it doesn't really matter does it? What matters is that things between us haven't resulted in either of us losing the jobs we love. Besides if she continues to spit me out for each individual step out of line I take, people are going to start thinking it's all just a big lie anyway.

I think it's a sheep in that stain. Or maybe some kind of smoke cloud with legs. Whatever it is, it's definitely going to have to go; it's starting to freak me out.

There's not much to do for the day. This afternoon the city boasts a massive firework display, I'll just watch it from the living room I think, no point leaving the house and standing in large crowds. Oh no. I'm turning into Gibbs. They said it was happening before, but I didn't listen. I can't become Gibbs; I've got too much going for me as Tony DiNozzo. What's more, I don't have the grey hair for it.

So if the fireworks are out, I guess a movie wouldn't be too much of a chore. Independence Day has a nice ironic ring to it. What better day to watch it really? As long as it doesn't call forth any grey other-worldly beings. There are enough weird people on Earth as it is, and they at least are human.

Did I just groan? No, that wasn't me, neither is that sigh. Jenny shifts over in her sleep, I'm trying to keep still, but it doesn't matter, she's not waking up anyway. Her hand is sliding further across my stomach and I can't help but smile. Really, what man could?

The longer hair feels so soft between my fingers; I've finally found that preference. When it falls in soft red curls around her face, just short of her shoulders. I think that's how I like it best. She's shifting again, curling further into my side; it's amazing how perfectly her lithe form fits there.

The film can wait. So can the rest of the day. There's no work, so I don't need to get up now. I'll just close my eyes for a few more minutes and then I'll see about starting the day. Maybe Jenny will feel like making those pancakes of hers, with the syrup that always leaves us both messy.

It's ironic really, that on this day I should discover that I don't want to be independent anymore. And actually, I don't think I have to be.

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And the last part is on it's way...