A/N: Ok, here's the final chapter of the "Tim and Kay, Part 2" saga. Sorry it took so long (lots of personal issues came up, including a possible surgery in the next few weeks), but I hope it's been worth the wait. I'm debating on a "Tim and Kay, Part 3" series, but it's not fleshed-out enough to try and write, as it will just be frustrating for me, and likely for y'all as well. So, sit back, relax, and enjoy! Reviews are always welcome and appreciated.

As Kay got nearer to the waiting room, she became more nervous with every step. She really wanted to speak with Abby alone, but Abby could make a scene right there in the waiting room. Kay wanted to avoid that at all costs.

Kay reached the waiting room and looked inside. The rest of the team, sans Abby, were there, talking quietly amongst themselves. Kay walked in.

"Hey, y'all." was all she said.

The others looked up. Ducky was the first to speak up.

"How is Timothy?" he asked.

Kay replied, "He's asleep again, or at least he was when I left. He seems to be drifting in and out of consciousness right now." She looked around the room again. "Where's Abby?"

"She has gone down to the cafeteria." answered Ziva.

Kay nodded. "I'm going down, too. I-need to talk to her."

She left the waiting room and walked to the elevators. While she waited for the lift to come, she thought about what she would say to Abby. She had so many things she wanted to say, but she remembered the look on Abby's face when she told Kay that Tim wanted to see her. Abby had looked so…defeated. Kay didn't want to hurt Abby; she had really come to regard the woman as a close friend. But she also wasn't going to simply give up on Tim. He had told her he loved her, and even if he was still pretty sedated, she believed him.

The elevator finally came and Kay rode it down to the first floor. She walked into the cafeteria and looked around. She spotted Abby sitting alone at one of the tables, a large cup of Caff-Pow in front of her.

Kay slowly walked to Abby's table.

"Hey," she said softly.

Abby raised her head enough to let Kay know she had heard her, but didn't look Kay in the face.

Kay sat down in the chair across from Abby. "We need to talk," she said.

Abby finally looked at Kay. Her mascara had run down her face in rivulets, and her eye makeup was smeared across her face.

"Go ahead, talk," said Abby in a harsh tone.

Kay sighed. This really wasn't going to be easy.

"Abby," she began, "we're friends. We have been almost since I started working with NCIS. I value that friendship. I don't want to see us torn apart by this." Kay ran out of words. Abby was still looking at her, but Kay could see Abby's guard was up.

"What do you expect from me?" asked Abby. "I love Tim. I have for a long time. And I believed he loved me, too." Abby hung her head. "But he doesn't. He loves you now. He doesn't care about me anym-more." With that last sentence, Abby started to cry.

Kay reached out and put her hand over Abby's. "That's not true," she said. "Tim does care about you. I see it, hear it everyday. The two of you have always been close. Hell, he got his ass tattooed for you. That's a reminder of you he'll have for the rest of his life."

Abby sniffled. "That he only did 'cuz Tony told him it would impress me. It's not like he'll have to look at it or anything."

Kay smiled softly. "Abby, Tim does care about you very much. He talks about you at lot, even when we're alone." She laughed wryly. "To tell you the truth, it's made me jealous as hell to listen to him sometimes. There have been days when the two of you have worked closely together and he comes home and talks about it when I've wondered why he was with me when he obviously still has such feelings for you."

Abby looked up in surprise. "He has? I mean, he does?"

Kay smiled at her. "Yes. He's very fond of you."

Abby looked down at the table again. "But he loves you."

Kay closed her eyes for a second, then spoke, "Yes, he told me today that he loves me. And I love him, too, Abby. I have for a long time." Kay tried to look Abby in the eye, but Abby eluded her. "Abby, I really don't want this to ruin our friendship. And I'm not trying to come between you and Tim. I don't want that."

Abby finally looked up at Kay. "I don't want to ruin our friendship either. But what am I going to do, knowing that you and Tim are in love, and I'm left on the outside? Where do I fit in here?"

Kay was silent for a moment, then looked Abby in the eye and said, "We all fit together as friends, Abby. Very close friends." She was thoughtful for a moment, then spoke again, "You haven't told Tim how you feel about him for years. Is it really different now? Are you going to tell him? Because if you are, it's going to put him in a difficult position. He's going to feel as though he has to choose between the two of us. Do you really want to do that to him?"

Abby sighed. "No, I don't want to do that. If I do, I'm likely to lose my best friend in the whole world." She looked at Kay again. "You're right, I haven't told Tim my feelings in a long time. I guess because I've known inside that before you joined us, he would have come back to me. But I'm not ready for a steady commitment. He is. I think he needs that stability. And he's found it, in you. You're good for him. I guess I've known that for a while now, even though I didn't know you were together." Abby took a deep breath, then sat up straighter and looked Kay full in the face. "I also think that he knows I love him, at least, in a way. But he's moved beyond me." She smiled. "He and I will always be best friends. But I think I can handle knowing the he loves you, as long as you love him just as much."

Kay smiled and took Abby's hand. "I love him with all my heart. I would give him anything, everything."

Abby smiled back. "Ok, that's good enough for me." She got a mock-serious look on her face. "But if you ever hurt him, you will die and no one will ever find the pieces."

Kay laughed. "Deal."

Together they left the cafeteria and took the elevator up to Tim's floor. They bypassed the waiting room and went straight to Tim's room. Peeking inside, they found Gibbs and Tony still with him. He was awake again and speaking quietly to Gibbs. Neither woman wanted to disturb them, so they walked back to the waiting room and sat down.

It seemed like everything was going to be ok, after all.

Three weeks later…

Tim moaned as he moved his hips upward. His hands were on Kay's hips holding her steady and pulling her down as she straddled him. Kay leaned down and kissed him, teasing his mouth with her tongue. She was deliberately moving slowly, driving him crazy, making him gasp and moan out loud. She ran her tongue along his jaw line, then lower. She kissed his chest, running her tongue lightly over the surgical scar.

Slowly, she picked up the pace, and he responded with fervor. Soon he was bucking upward, holding her and pulling her as close as possible as she matched him, thrust for thrust. They pounded together for an endless moment before her inner muscles tightened around him and she moaned his name out loud. After just a few more thrusts, he was there with her, reaching that climax.

Slowly, their breathing returned to normal and hearts slowed. Kay looked down at her lover, taking in the sheer bliss on his face. He opened his eyes and looked at her. His eyes held such passion and such love, it almost made her cry. Instead, she let her own feelings show through her eyes, and watched as his face broke into a sweet smile. He put his hand up to the back of her neck and slowly pulled her head downward.

"I love you, Kay." he said softly, just before bringing her lips to his in a deep, slow kiss.

She kissed him until she had to come up for air, then looked down at him and smiled. "I love you, too, Tim."

Slowly she raised herself off of him, both of them moaning as he slid out of her. She moved to his side, curling around his body, one leg over his hip and her head and arm against his chest. She listened to the steady thump, thump of his now-strong heart, and slowly closed her eyes. She felt a peacefulness she had never known before.

Tim felt Kay laying against him, and put his arms around her. He laid a soft kiss on the top of her head, then laid a cheek against her hair. He closed his eyes and smiled. They had been though a lot in the past few weeks while his heart healed enough for normal activity. He chuckled a little to himself. What they had just done may not have been considered "normal activity" to the doctors, but it was something Tim treasured.

Tim kissed Kay's head once more, then let himself drift off to sleep. His last thought before sleep claimed him was, "I'm home."