Disclaimer: Why do I even bother

Disclaimer: Why do I even bother? Ditto the ditto.

Tony came down near 1600, only to find the lab empty. He decided to try autopsy, at least there he might find a friendly conversation. But as he near the doors he heard Abby's voice.

"…You.' He actually said it."

"Well then my dear you should count yourself lucky, as far as I'm aware he never said it quite like that to any of the ex's. But I hope you know what you're doing, I mean look at what happen to Shannon, the only person he ever got truly close to, the others only saw the surface of him."

"Um, thanks Duck. But I don't intent on dieing any time soon, not without reviving myself once more." They both laughed. So the riddle that was Abby had just gotten a whole lot more complex. Time to retreat and assess the situation with this new information.

Inside autopsy both Ducky and Abby where unaware of their eavesdropper, so continued without concern.

"It really was a shame about Shannon and Kelly, they seemed to have been wonderful people. Kelly would have been his little starlet had she not been there."

"What happened to them?" The door opened at that moment to admit Gibbs. "They were killed by a drugs dealer. It was Shannon he was after, she'd seen a drugs deal that went wrong, but of cause he couldn't let anyone live who might one day put him in prison. I was on tour at the time. They never stood a chance." She went to him and hugged him: "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I joined NIS as it was called then, and found that piece of crap off the books. I didn't give him a chance either. One round through the skull, cleaned up my part and then tipped the police off anomalously. By that time nothing could be done about it. I stopped with NIS or NCIS as it is now, finding my place to shut the evil of the world up, righting the wrongs. As far as I can at least." Ducky had gotten a half full bottle of scotch out and handed a glass to Gibbs, who took it gratefully.

Tony sat at his desk thinking deeply, so deeply in fact that he didn't notice Kate trying to talk to him. In the end she dumped a cup of water onto him.

"HEY, what was that for?" Kate was smile ear-to-ear.

"You were staring at me, so I didn't know if it was me or something behind me you were smirking at."

"I was thinking…"

"So it was more constipation than smirking?"

"Ha, ha, ha. No actually I over heard something, which might prove delicious, if I can prove it."

"Well, are you going to share this massive thought you've had, or am I going to have to reboot your brain before you'll do that?" He simply smirked tapped the side of his nose and continued the paper work he was supposed to have completed hours ago.

Just his luck, he'd finally gotten somewhere with 'Project Snoop', as he was calling it, when they'd gotten a case. Typical, just typical, the story of his life that was, he tried to do something and got ordered to do something else. It would have wait now, he had to concentrate or he'd go straight through the floor of the burnt out building, it had been the home of a couple of marines, not rich enough to buy places of their own of shared ownership of this one whilst on land. The fire hadn't looked suspicious until the emergency crews found both men had been asleep, without appearing to have known about the inferno blazing around them.

The first creak made him wonder whether the whole place would come down on top of them, the second gave him goose bumps and the third was the herald of total chaos.

Kate was in front of him, checking out the easiest and safest ways in to the centre of the building when the floor started to give way, slowly at first, but then it got faster, then it just snapped. Kate went with it. The fall wasn't too bad, but the piece of wood through her leg was.

The emergency crews got her out, but they lost the bodies, the area was deemed too unsafe for agents to work it. Another barely touched case.

Her blood level was slowly going up, but she was deteriorating faster than they could help her. She died of severe blood poisoning and infection. The funeral was held only four days after she died, and her family were all there to say goodbye.

The team also said goodbye but they were made to feel slightly outcast by the rest of her family. It started to drizzle as they walked back to the cars; the weather seemed to be having a go at pathetic fallacy, and getting it spot on.

All thoughts of relationships went out of the window for the moment.

An: Ok so I might not like Kate that much but I have toned it down quite a bit. So what will happen to the poor lovers who got together in the middle of a war basically? How I meant to know?