I actually, seriously, really really really didn't intend of having to post this chapter, literally, in the next year of my last update. I could write another whole chapter of excuses, but of course, that would take another six months to write xD

Nothings changed since last time, own nothing.

Dedicated to CSIMel as a late birthday present P Lookie!

"According to my watch there is still at least…." Tony checked his watch, "10 minutes left in your schedule." He plonked down on the couch and propped his feet up on the coffee table in front of it. "And in your own words, aaanytime until then," he informed her triumphantly.

"Special Agent DiNozzo, believe it or not, but I'm not going to take your complete this blatant lack of disregard for me. I don't know what you may have been told by your peers, but this is MY office and you are to treat me like a human being and your psychiatrist, the one in charge of stamping a big red SANE on your record," she snapped at him and dropped the file next to his feet on the table.

"Someone's sure Little Miss Sunshine today," Tony muttered under his breath and eyed her warily.

"Waiting six hours straight by a possible mentally unstable NCIS agent can do that do you," she pushed his feet of the table irritably, "And having the coffee machine break down on you, as well as being given a disgusting De-Caff instead of a normal coffee at the stupid Starbucks doesn't help much either."

Dr Parkes took a deep breath, "Look, you play nice, I play nice. God, I was sure it was going to be Gibbs giving me attitude."

"I haven't done anyth-!" Tony cut off his own sentence and held up his hands in defence. "Anyway, it wont be attitude, just a few million death stares from Gibbs," he tapped his chin, "I'm thinking he's not going to be doing any slapping… Besides, there's nothing wrong if I had attitude like Gibbs, if I were to have an attitude like him, not that I'm saying I do…"

"Slapping?" Dr Parkes asked him first, her mind forming strange catfights going on in the NCIS precinct.

"Nah, not like violent, slappy slapping, more of a, er, encouraging tap up the head…"

She raised her eyebrows.

He shrugged.

She moved on, "I suppose it's not bad to have similarities with your boss, but please, don't become him. One Gibbs seems enough for the world," Dr Parkes sighed, forming a thought in her head. "You respect him that much you've taken after him in some aspects?"

"Me? No way. 100 per cent Tony DiNozzo, right here," he answered quickly and leant back in the couch, staring at her in challenge.

She didn't buy it and rolled her eyes.

"If that's what you tell yourself to get you through the day."

Tony jiggled his leg impatiently and rolled his shoulder.

"Ok then," Dr Parkes, who had been leaning against her desk, sat down in the chair on the other side of the coffee table. "Homework?" She held out her hand expectantly.

"Oh yeh," he stood up and searched his back pockets, then side pockets, then after some thought, patted down his shirt and pulled out a cassette from that pocket.

He tossed it to her and sat back down.

Catching it, she turned it over in her hands. "Thankyou. You taped the song or something?"

"Uh yeh. I maybe, kinda, possibly, got reminded of it this morning," he admitted it a tad sheepishly. "So I grabbed a blank tape and surfed through the radio stations. Tadaaa."

She fought the urge to roll her eyes again, "It better be what I asked for."

Tony beamed, "But of course."

She inserted the cassette in the tape player and pressed play. She actually groaned out loud, a common action that week, when she heard the opening riffs. Trouble was, she couldn't remember exactly which song it was. Until…

Vulcanize the whoopee stick

In the ham wallet

Cattle prod the oyster ditch

With the-

She stopped the song in its tracks and turned the volume right down, just to be sure. "Jesus, DiNozzo, you know this isn't what I meant! Surely you- gah!" she buried her face in her hands.

Disappointed that the song had stopped before the good parts but amused nonetheless, Tony chuckled and exclaimed, "That was a good Kate impression!"

She lifted her head and gave him a look. "Glad I could be of service," she told him sarcastically.

Tony held up his hands again, "Hey, you wanted to know, and it's a known fact that sex is on a guys mind!"

"And here I was thinking that was a stereotype," she retorted.

Besides, I had so many choices, so many just swimming around in my head… I'm bringing sexy baaack, yep," he started singing and grooving in his seat.

Dr Parkes shook her head in frustration. "I didn't want to know what's in your head all the time, I wanted to know what these recent circumstances had done to you and relate them to some lyrics of a song!" she exclaimed. "I realise that yes, you do think of sex, but surely somewhere in the back of that apparently dirty mind of yours, you have feelings on the fact that Agent Todd, maybe even you, nearly died! I'm also not naïve, I can see you and Todd have a relationship of sorts-"

"Hey like I said, I could have brought something much stupider and worse than this. And you wanted me to get all mushy? I don't do mushy; I'm a federal agent! Then you expected me to bring in some sort of whiny Simple Plan crap?" he bent forward with a determined glint to his eye that caused Dr Parkes to lean back, her elbow accidentally nudging the play button of the abandoned cassette player.

"I'm not like that. I can get over things. There would be absolutely no need for me to become all repressed and angst ridden because I-she- people are still alive!" He ran his hands through his hair. "I'm normal, everything's normal."

Dr Parkes stared at him, her pen having been scrawling various notes in her book. Then she heard a noise. A buzzing, static type noise. She turned slightly and saw the tape playing on mute.

"Oh," she said softly, "Your, er, tape's been playing…" She turned the volume dial up, "Hopefully the agony is over…"

Tony stood abruptly and leant over the coffee table to her, covering his hand with hers on the dial.

"No, no, no need. I mean it's over for sure, only a couple minutes long, now it's just a blank tape left, unless I accidentally taped whatever song was next, not on purpose, I can't remember…" Tony rambled, his grip tightening.

With her other hand, Dr Parkes grabbed the remote control for the player and looked him in the eye. "Well lets find out then," she told him and managed to turn the volume up using the remote.

"Handy," Tony mumbled and quickly released her hand, plopping back down on the couch.

Looking at him curiously, Dr Parkes could hear the strains of an acoustic, ballad type song…

I dug you up this morning

and took you home,

to have you here beside me,

cold but close.

I made my mind up last night,

that heaven just can't have you.

I made you breakfast but you would not eat,

so I took your black dress off and washed you clean.

I made mind up last night that heaven just can' have you.

The sheets are creased

from your last day,

a silhouette of where you lay.

They'll find your headstone in the yard,

with your black dress and my guitar.

I'll carry you back to your grave

where you and I will always stay.

Close the casket it gets dark;

they'll find us in each other's arms….

The song ended. Her office was filled with an eerie silence, except for the now blank tape clicking through the rest of the reel.

She looked at him and was met with his gaze.

"You want to tell me what that was about?" she broke the silence.

He shrugged casually, "What can I say, I like guitars. I like this song, catchy. Trying to learn how to play it myself, it helps with the ladies," he smirked and started to play the air guitar.

"Yes, because playing a song about never letting go of your love one even in death is a sure-fire way to get the ladies, real quick, I bet," Dr Parkes said.

Tony's face clouded over. "Look, I didn't mean to tape that song, it just happened to be after that other song, remember, sex sex sex, that's me," he told her.

"So if I rewound the tape and played it through, flipped it over and played it through also, I'd find some more songs that happen to be after that second, accident, song?"

Tony folded his arms and glared at her.

"Come on Tony, you thought that the tape would magically stop after that one song? You wanted me to hear that song," she told him, scribbling some more in her clipboard.

"And aren't you a right little Sherlock Holmes," Tony nearly yelled at her.

"Special Agen-"

"Cut the crap Parkes," Tony was well and truly over it all.

They stared at each other.

Again through the silence, Dr Parkes scowled, scribbled some more and looked at the clock.

"Look, you've already pretty much wasted my time and I don't get paid for overtime," she pointed out and stood up. "If you've got nothing else to say then you might as well leave and get on with your life."

Tony continued glaring at her. Dr Parkes turned around and started gathering her things.

"She didn't die," she eventually heard the reluctant voice behind her.

"I realize this," she didn't turn around, knowing immediately whom he was talking about.

"Yeh but you don't get it, no one would, it's not about the sex this time."

Dr Parkes turned and lifted her eyebrow.

"Ok, so the sex is good too," Tony admitted, "But I'm not with her to get lucky. She makes me lucky. If I had lost her that day…" Tony shuddered. "That song. I'd be like that if she had died. But she didn't. So I don't need to feel like that. Everything is fine. I don't need to breakdown over what didn't happen," Tony told her forcefully.

They looked at each other some more.

"Ok," Dr Parkes said and continued packing.

Tony stared at her, "Ok?" he stood up. "I pretty much say what you wanted to hear and all I get is an ok?" He walked around to her.

Dr Parkes stopped putting her things in her bag.

"What, you want to be shrinked some more?" she asked him. "Want me to say, hmmm yes, and how do you feel about that?"

"Isn't that what you're meant to do?" Tony questioned her suspiciously.

"Well, yes in theory, but," she told him, "I get it. You're in love with her. You risked your life for her. You'd be pretty shaken up if you lost her. You've admitted all this. That was all I wanted."

She grabbed her bag and started walking towards the door. Tony quickly grabbed his coat and ejected his tape to follow her.

"Uh…thanks?" he said, confused.

Dr Parkes nodded and walked him through the lobby past reception.

"One other thing," Tony stopped her. "Don't tell Gibbs."

"Tell Gibbs what?"

"Tell him that Kate and I are-"

"He knows."

"Tony scoffed, "No he doesn't, Kate and I have been real good with- god he knows."

Dr Parkes patted him on the shoulder. "And once he knows that you know that he knows… well that wont be too far away. I'd look out if I were you."

Tony covered his face with his hands, "He knows."

She pushed him towards the door. "Now Tony, one more thing I'm pretty much obliged to tell you. Stop being such an ass. Stop flirting with everything that has a pulse and a skirt. Surely it's bound to piss Kate off daily."

"Oh it does," Tony agreed and winked, "But everyone knows, angry sex is the bes-"

"Too much information," Dr Parkes pushed him out the door.

Also, apologies if anything seems AU or OOC, but meh, my story.

On the other hand, i've written kinda of an additional, behind the scenes oneshot on Kate And Tony's relationship. It's written on around a dozen pink post-it notes, so once they are retrieved and i get the time i type, it'll be on here pronto xD