A/N- This chapter is the last chapter of the school section. Next there will be one chapter of Tony at Metro P.D before he moves on to NCIS. So please read and review! I hope you guys all like it!

Tony bolted up to his room and sat on his bed shaking. He couldn't believe what had just happened between him and Kate. He had half a mind to jump up and run down to her and apologize, but he wouldn't give her the satisfaction. Besides, couples are meant to argue weren't they? Not wanting to dwell on it any longer Tony grabbed his book bag and took out his math book. If that didn't take his mind off Kate he didn't know what would.

A few hours later he stood up, stretched then looked at his watch. It was almost time for dinner. Tony had done a lot of thinking while he was supposedly doing math homework and had decided to talk to Kate at dinner. He wanted to apologize for what he had said and that he hoped they would be okay, but the chance never came.

As Tony left for dinner he thought he heard a faint scream come in through his window but thought better of it and continued to the dining room. Once inside he scanned the room for Kate. When he didn't see her he wasn't concerned. After the fight they had had it seemed natural to him that Kate would be crying alone in her room. The thought made him feel queasy. After he forced down as much of his dinner as he could, Tony got up and walked back to his dorm. He would talk to Kate the next day.

After his alarm clock woke him up Tony sat bolt upright in bed. He felt anxious all of a sudden, kind of like a gut feeling, but didn't think anything of it. Instead he began to get ready for school, thinking about what he was going to say to Kate when he saw her. Somehow he didn't think 'I'm Sorry' was going to cut it this time. By the time Jacob had got up and struggled to get ready Tony had decided exactly what he was going to say to Kate when he saw her.

All day Tony searched for Kate, but he didn't see her anywhere. Curious he went to ask Hannah where she was, but as soon as she saw him coming she turned and hurried away. Confused but very late for Spanish class Tony walked away trying to process what he had just seen. Nothing seemed to be adding up.

When school was finished Tony walked straight to Kate's dormitory and hammered on the door until Hannah opened it.

"Gosh Tony, there's no need to break our door down!" she exclaimed. Tony dropped his hand immediately.

"Sorry Hannah but I really wanted to talk to Kate. Could you go get her?" Hannah stared at him for a moment before an apologetic look crossed her face.

"Tony I thought you knew?" she stated quietly. Tony's heart began to pump a little faster.

"What did you think I knew?" he asked cautiously.

"Kate never came back from your dorm last night. I got concerned so I called the headmistress who then sent out teachers to go and find her. Early this morning they found her lying unconscious in the woods, her shirt ripped open. They think it was attempted rape. Anyway, she was in the sick bay until about three hours ago when she woke up and demanded to be taken away from this school. I was the only one she wanted to say goodbye too." Tony looked down at his feet, heartbroken. "Tony I'm so sorry-" she started before he cut her off.

"Who?" he growled.

"Mr Hound. When Kate came round the police asked her if she knew who attacked her. She told them it was Mr Hound but was pretty reluctant to go into details of what happened. They found Mr Hound lying in his hut just off school property. Apparently he tried to get a heavy bag off the top shelf of his cupboard and knocked himself out. He's been arrested but Kate's gone. Her parents are taking her to England with them. Tony I-" before she could say another word Tony had turned and begun running with all hast towards Mr Hound's hut. He wanted to see it, to destroy it.

When it finally came into view Tony slowed down and took a few deep breaths. Moving slowly, he crept towards the house and peered in the window. When he saw what was inside he gasped and took a tiny step back. Kate's face was staring at him from a photo on the wall. She was the only photo on the wall, but it was enough to make Tony feel sick. He staggered backwards and made his way back to his dormitory.

When he reached his bed he sunk down into it and wished he could vow never to rise from it again. The door opened and he heard Jacob enter the room quietly.

"Tony, I'm really sorry mate, Hannah's just told me," Jacob said before retreating quickly out of the room.

'He's afraid to be alone with me.' The thought aggravated Tony. He picked up the closet thing he could find which was his shoe and threw it against the wall. Breathing heavily he sunk onto his bed again and put his head on the pillow. He felt as though he was going to cry, but he didn't want anyone to see him. Instead he rolled over and closed his eyes, trying to will himself to sleep. It was many hours later, after Jacob had come in and gone to bed, that sleep finally found him.

Tony recognised where he was the moment he saw it. He was standing in the meadow where he first saw Kate, but he also realised that it had been a dream, and the Kate in that dream was not very friendly. Immediately he panicked and raised his hand to his arm ready to pinch himself awake, but he was also curious. He decided against waking himself up, preferring instead to see what the dream had in store for him.

He didn't have to wait very long before Kate stepped out of the shadows.

"Hey Tony!" She exclaimed happily.

"Hi Kate," he replied cautiously, afraid of what this dream-Kate might do.

"Don't be such a worry-wart Tony! I'm your girlfriend! You know I wouldn't hurt you right?" She asked, staring into his eyes. Tony was unsure what to say. Looking into her eyes he realised he couldn't remember where he was, but that didn't matter. Nothing in this world mattered more than Caitlin Todd.

"I know," he said confidently.

"Wrong!" She screamed and her hand grasped his forearm, her nails drawing his blood. "You think I wouldn't hurt you, after what you did to me?" As he watched, her appearance began to resemble that of the one in the dream he had had about her which now seemed a lifetime ago.

"No! It wasn't me! It wasn't me! It was Mr Hound! He tried to rape you! He knocked you unconscious! It wasn't me!" Tony pleaded as Kate led him to a metal table and forced him onto it. As soon as his body was in contact with the table chains wound their way around his wrists and ankles. Kate's laughed seemed high-pitched and out of place as she picked up a large knife and began to sharpen it against a rock.

"It wasn't me he screams," she began in a mocking tone, "who was it that ignored my concerns about Mr Hound? Who was it that slammed a door in my face so hard that I ran straight into the arms of the one person who would hurt me?" she said as she began making cuts on his arms and legs. Tony cried out in pain but Kate just laughed and begun making the cuts deeper.

"And who was it who told me they loved me and then stabbed me in the back?" she asked quietly as she raised the knife above his chest.

"You." The knife came down and Tony's eyes flew open. He was lying in his dormitory, drenched in a cold sweat. That dream had been far worse than he could have imagined. He silently cursed himself for not waking himself up when he could. Instead of trying to go back to sleep, Tony got up quietly and tiptoed out of the room, making his way to the sitting room. He took a seat at the windowsill and rested his head against the cool pane of glass to think about what he had just dreamt.

The more he thought about it, the more he realised was true. It was his fault Kate left. If only he'd listened to her about Mr Hound. No matter how long it took, Tony was determined to find her again and when he did he wanted to apologize about what he had done. But Tony wasn't to know that his chance wouldn't come for many years. It wouldn't come until a phone call in the early hours of the morning woke him up and told him that a Navy Aviator carrying the football on Air Force One had just died in the air and that he had to get there straight away. It wouldn't come until Tony was working for a little thing called NCIS.