This is it folks! I had a great time writing this and I hope you had a great time reading it. I don't think there will be a sequel, but I may do a short thing on what happens to Jim. Enjoy chapter 14.

Disclaimer: I own an iPod a phone, a bunch of clothes and Dr James Gregory Rowels. I do not own NCIS.

Tony wakes up on Saturday morning with his face buried in Kate's hair.

It takes him a few moments to remember the night before.

When he does, he smiles to himself and pulls Kate closer to him, smelling her smell, feeling her warmth.

After a while, Tony carefully disentangles himself from Kate, careful not to wake her. Anyone who didn't know them would think that they we're husband and wife. That they had known each other for a lifetime.

Tony drapes the sheet back over Kate, then pulls on his boxers.

He pads into the kitchen and looks at the clock. 0932.

Tony stretches and takes his phone out of its cradle. He taps the antenna on his chin, sauntering over to the list of phone numbers taped to his fridge.

First he calls the non-emergency police number.

'Yeah, Hi. This is NCIS Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. NCIS stands for-…Good you've heard of us…Mmmhmm…Yeah, well I'd like you boys to go pick someone up…His name is Dr James Rowels…Two counts of striking a law enforcement officer…He lives at 3351 Cherry Street SE Washington…Thank you…And one more thing, could you take him to NCIS HQ…Ask for Special Agent Gibbs. He'll know what to do with him.'

Tony disconnects the call before calling Gibbs' cell.

Hey Boss…I need a favour...Remember Kate's fiancé?...yeah him…well it turns out he's a bastard…yeah…h-how did you know?...well I've got DCPD bringing him in to HQ…So could you...thanks boss…I owe you one. But how did you-'

But Gibbs has hung up. Sometimes Tony thinks that that man knows too much. Later Tony will go in to pay Jim a visit himself. That is if Gibbs hasn't found some excuse to shoot him.

But there is still the matter of who told Gibbs.

Tony doubts it was Kate and McGee is clever enough not to, It probably wasn't Ducky, so that only left…Abby.

Tony dials Abby's number. McGee answers on the fifth ring. He sounds hung-over. Tony taunts him for a while about how much he drank before he hands the phone over to Abby. Abby is her usual perky self, and Tony guesses that she has already had her morning Redbull, and then some.

'Hey Abs…How was your party?…heh…how much did Probie drink?...heh…well…the wedding's off…yeah Kate pulled the plug…what do you mean "what did I do?" I didn't do any thing. He's the bastard that split her lip…yeah I know…I've got DCPD bringing him in. Gibbs can deal with him…yeah that's what I said…He knew! Did you tell him?...no of course not. What about McGee?...then who told him?...yeah. Freaky…What?...She's fine. She's sleeping…yes in my bed. What do you think I'd make her sleep on the couch?...It wasn't like that…Well actually it was exactly like that. Please don't tell Gibbs…yes we did...Geez you sound like my mother…mmhmm…yeah. Ciao, Abby.'

Tony puts the phone back in its cradle, smiling. Abby already knew. Of course she did. She's Abby. Tony has a feeling that Gibbs knows as well. Gibbs knows everything. He's Gibbs, after all.

Tony stretches again, popping his neck. He can see down the hallway to his bedroom. The sunlight is filtering through his curtains, casting a bright beam onto the bed. The light is behind Kate, giving her a bright outline.

Tony smiles to himself, and takes a frypan from the draw. He finds the eggs and the flour, proceeding to make pancakes.

When Tony was little, his mother, when she was alive, would make him pancakes when he was down.

It was her way of saying; everything'll be okay. It'll turn out alright in the end.

Fin

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Julia xo