I really wanted to write this chapter both to get a feel of how I wanted Tony and Jeanne's relationship to feel and for giving the Tate-relationship a foundation. I hope you like it :)

Tony woke up alone the next morning, first he couldn't remember where he was but then he remembered his date with Jeanne last night thast had ended with him not going home, he rolled over to look at the alarm clock, it was 05.55. He sat up and saw Jeanne sitting in the arm-chair in the corner of the bedroom. She looked worried.

"What is it?" Tony asked.

"Who's Kate?"Jeanne asked. Tony felt like he had been punched in the stomach.

"What did you say?" he stuttered.

"Who is Kate,"Jeanne said again. Tony tried to shake of the feeling he always got when Kate's name was brought up.

"Who do you know about Kate?" he asked. Jeanne looked at him with a sad look in her eyes.

"You woke me up by screaming her name," Jeanne said. "Then you kept talking in your sleep, you said something about a school uniform." Tony almost laughed at the thought. Jeanne's eyes had that green eyed monster in them.

"Kate was a friend of mine," Tony said trying to avoid the subject. "It's nothing to talk about."

"Well maybe not with me but you should tell her that you love her,"Jeanne almosrt screamed at him.

"I can't," Tony said.

"Well seeing you can say it when you sleep," Jeanne snapped. "Or did she leave you for someone else."

"Kind off," Tony said not knowing how to tell Jeanne about Kate's death.

"Well you'll just have to find her and tell her because you need to sort out your feelings for this woman."

"I know where she is," Tony said. Jeanne looked at him confused.

"Well go and tell her because I can't be with you when you love someone else."

"I can't because Kate is dead, she was shot in the head," Tony said quietly. Jeanne looked at him mortified.

"I'm sorry," she said after watching him wipe the tears off his face.

"You couldn't know," Tony said finally. Jeanne came and sat next to him.

"What was she like?"Jeanne asked. Tony took a deep breath.

"Kate was a great friend," he started. "We would tease eachother all the time. She was in the beginning of our friendship like a sister, a really annoying sister. But I slowly fell in love with her but she made it clear that I was not her type, I never told her how I felt."

"I'm sorry," Jeanne said. "What did she look like?"

"She had brown hair and brown eyes, her eyes were really beautiful," he sighed. "She was always dressed nicely and she was athletic."

"How did you know eachother?" Jeanne asked.

"From work," Tony said hoping she would leave it at that.

"If you want to I could talk to my friend Catherine Terry, she's a psychologists so you could let go of these troubling feelings for Kate," Jeanne said. Tony shook his head.

"The only reason that I thought of Kate was because her death was brought up today." He lied, he thought about Kate everyday, but he needed to keep his relationship with Jeanne for the op.

"So you are fine," she asked. Tony nodded just as the alarmclock went off.

"We should get ready, I have to be at work in an hour," Tony said and kissed Jeanne on the cheek. She smiled at him and he went to the bathroom. He closed the door and looked into the mirror. The man looking back at him was a ghost, pale and without emotion in his eyes.

"What have you done to me, Kate?" he whispered.

I really liked writing this chapter but it made me kind off depressed so press that little review button to make me happy, like Abby on caff-pow(I will include her in the story soon) :)