Sorry it took so long! I hope you like it, I took my time and wrote a long one this time!!! ^_^ Please reveiw at the bottom.
I could hear Emma gasp and a glass shatter on the floor.
"That's not funny, Anthony." I whispered, watching him with pleading eyes.
"Kat…" he began, stepping towards me.
"Her brother is dead and she thinks he is making a joke? Pink cows, those are funny; not deadbrothers." I heard Agent David mutter to Agent McGee.
"Well…I…um…" McGee spluttered, looking for the right words.
"Shut up, Ziva!" Tony snapped.
I felt my eyes fill up, and me knees tremble.
"Dead…?" I forced through cold lips.
"That is what we have been trying to say!" Ziva cried.
"Ziva!" Gibbs snapped, breaking his silence. "Enough."
My legs chose that moment to give out and I slumped to the floor.
"Hey, we'll get whoever did it, kitty Kat. I promise." Tony said, coming over to kneel next to me.
"He's gone." I whispered. "Gone. Never coming home. Dead. Gone." I repeated to myself over and over.
"Shut up!" Emma screamed. My head turned slowly until I saw her standing in the kitchen doorway. "Shut up you raving little bitch! That can't be my Kyle! They must have made a mistake." She yelled at me. I was so shocked I couldn't even think of anything to say. "Check again!" she told Gibbs imperiously.
"Emma!" I snapped. "I know Tony. He knew what this would do to me. He's the overprotective brother type, just like Kyle. He would have had them double and triple and maybe even quadruple check, before coming to tell us. If Tony says he's," I chocked. "Dead, then he's dead!" I said through a closed throat.
"So that's why Abby had to recheck the fingerprints, and rerun the DNA, and Ducky had to recheck his dental and medical records down to the smallest detail." Ziva said, realization ringing in her voice.
"Shouldn't you have recognized his face?" Emma asked mockingly.
Tony cocked his head to the side the way he did whenever someone asked him a question he didn't like. He even made the face.
"What? What is it Tony?" I asked. He looked at me the same way he had when we were kids and he wanted to tell me my pet cat had been run over by a car but had been too worried about making me sad to find the right words.
"Kitty," he began cautiously. "I don't know how to tell you this…" he stalled
"Anthony Dinozzo, spit it out!" I said the same way I had when I was five and he would do stuff like this.
"He, uh, he was pretty beat up." He swallowed. "I don't even think either of you would have recognized him. The only reason we knew who we were probably looking for was because he was wearing his dog tags." He said, staring at the floor.
I gave a strangled cry and slumped, the energy to even hold myself up failing me.
"Hey now," Tony said, gathering me into his arms. "It'll be all right, kitty. I'll get whoever did it.
"He was just saying he should probably call you. He said that you were right and he was wrong and he should have just told you to go for it. He was really sorry, Tony. He missed you. He missed his best friend." I said, looking up at him and starting to cry. "I missed you."
"Oh, Kat, please don't cry. I could never stand it when you cried." He said, starting to rock me the way he had when we were small.
"Who could have done something like this?" I sobbed into his neck.
"I have a pretty good idea." He muttered grimly.
"Have you checked his alibi yet?" I asked, realizing who he meant at once.
"Not yet, but we will soon, I promise." He growled. I nodded, weary.
"It's all your fault." Emma sobbed, coming to stand in front of us.
"How is it my fault?" I asked tiredly.
"You were the one who wanted to go to that faire. You were the one who wanted to go that way to get to the stage. You were the one who pointed out the Marines tent. It's your fault."
I went numb as what she was saying sank in. She was right.
"My fault." I whispered.
"And you are?" Tony asked, angry.
"Emma Fontaine," she held up her left hand. "Kyle's fiancée." She finished.
"Ms. Fontaine, could you please come with me to answer a few questions?" McGee asked, stopping Tony from going into what I was sure would be a tirade.
"Sure." She gave me a disparaging glare before she swept into the kitchen. "Oh, by the way, I want you gone by tonight." She called.
I slowly rose to my feet, Tony's hands staying on my hips.
"Definitely an old girlfriend." I heard Ziva mutter from her place by the door with Agent Gibbs.
I ignored them and walked over to my room. I grabbed a suitcase out of the closet and started emptying my drawers. Shirts, shorts, pants, skirts, Undergarments. They all filled my first suitcase. I grabbed some black ballet flats that matched the plain black t-shirt and jeans I wore and threw the rest of my shoes in the second suitcase; along with the bed set I had bought two days ago. The thick, black, down comforter acted as a cushion and a cover for all of my fey figurines.
Tony came to the door and watched silently as I quickly pulled picture after picture off my walls and dresser and shelf and threw them into a box. I grabbed a couple scrapbooks out of my bottom drawer and stuffed them in there as well.
I brought it all into the living room before going back into my room. I grabbed my keys and wallet then went and stuffed them in my purse that was sitting by the door.
"I'll be back for the rest of my stuff when I find an apartment." I told Emma.
"Good luck finding a place to stay 'kitty Kat.'" She sneered.
"She doesn't need luck," Tony said, causing everyone to look at him. "She's staying with me."