DISCLAIMER: Yup, you all know the drill. I don't own NCIS, and the like or anything associated with it. Depressing much?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yep, me again. Just let me clarify something before we start. This is a Kate/Ari shipping ficlet looking thing. Just so you know. Can't believe the audacity of me on this one. How dare I? Welcome to my first fic venturing out of the TATE genre. I think. It's not meant to be TATE-Y. But interpret it how you wish. I do not mind in the slightest, it's not like I can control your mind anyhow. Or can I?

Counting the Obsession

Eight hours and fifteen minutes. That's how long it's been since I saw her. Nine days and twenty three hours since I held her in my arms, add another half hour since I kissed her.

Three days since we last had sex. Three days since I last told her I loved her, she didn't reciprocate. For three days, she hasn't returned ant of my calls.

It's been two minutes since I last thought of her gorgeous chestnut hair. One minute since remember the smell of her perfume. Thirty seconds since I thought of her in her entirety. And there I go again.

Ten seconds since reminiscing the times when I'd hear her soothing voice float through my ears when she thought I was sleeping when we lay in bed at night.

Five seconds since imaging her lips on mine.

And only a matter of milli-seconds since running my fingers over the marks she left on my body as she came.

One hour since I called her. She didn't pick up. An hour since I left a message on her voicemail.

Two hours ago, I did the same thing.

One day since she told me she couldn't see me anymore. One day since I asked 'can't or don't want to?'

One day since she replied, 'don't want to'.

One day since I was banned, for life, from our favourite restaurant for the 'scene' I caused.

Twenty hours since I stopped hated her for what she did. Fifteen hours since I began to understand why. Ten hours have passed since I found out about the 'Italian Guy'. Eight hours since I realised how much of a threat he was. I don't like competition. Seven and a half hours since I knew, for a fact, that he NEEDED to be 'dealt with'.

Six hours since I knew I hated him.

Five hours, fifty nine minutes and thirty seconds since I knew I'd have Katie, all to myself.

No matter the cost.

My Katie.

...The End

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