A/N: I'm really sorry that this is late, my family is going on holiday tomorrow and so I've been helping them pack and spending time with my little brother. Anyway, I hope you guys are still enjoying this and please keep reviewing, it lets me know what I'm doing right if you tell me what you like. Thanks go out to LiseCate, fire90 and big thanks to theNCISlovinggingerguineapig for multiple reviews.
Disclaimer in chapter one.
Kate,
God I miss you. It feels like year since I last saw you, held you, kissed you. I'm not sure how much longer I can stand to be apart from you. I think about you, almost all the time. The littlest things set me off.
I see a cup with lipstick stains on the rim and think you're going to walk through the door any minute now.
I see a mass of brown curls in the crown and for a moment I think it's you and have to stop myself from calling out your name.
Or there's this morning. Right there in the middle of the table at this book launch meeting there's a large bowl of fruit, so many different sizes, colours, textures I almost missed them. Small and dark, hidden away. Cherries.
You smell like cherries.
All the time, even when you stay at mine, after showering somehow you still smell like that damned fruit! Not that I'm complaining, I've grown to love it. I remember sitting in that freezer with you in my lap thinking I was going to die, holding you after you had passed out I could still smell it and it comforted me, made me feel that little bit less alone.
It has caused its fair share of problems though, the first time I noticed it? The looks on Ryan and Esposito's faces, actually the look on your face was better when I said yes.
I remember when you first went back to the precinct to ask (beg) for you badge back. You were talking and Gates was glaring and I was trying not to think of the fastest way back to the loft so I could... Well, you know what happened next. Anyway, I sat there watching you fight for it and then Gates looked at me, I don't even remember what she said. I do remember that I stood up, right behind you and as I took a deep breath that intoxicating scent blew it all to hell. I was sniffing you, your hair to be exact but even for me that's a little bit strange, don't you think?
Well, I was so distracted by you and those damned cherries that I completely missed what the captain said, whatever it was I'm sure that, "Sure, you betcha," wasn't the right thing.
Paula is in another foul mood with me. I blame you.
Why else would a completely rational man jump across a table for no apparent reason to save a bunch of cherries from being eaten?
I blame you.
I love you.
'P' is for the perfume you wear. I'm sure it's a perfume. Wait, my god woman, is that your natural scent?