Where are we? What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall,
Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
This can't be happening.
When busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy.
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"How are you handling it?" Paula asked
"Same way I handle everything. Try not to think about it." Replied Tony.
"And when that doesn't work?"
"Then there's always junk food."
Either that or he would start building a boat in his basement like Gibbs would.
The way he felt about Kate seemed like he could be building one in his basement. Those of course were only some of the ways he handled Kate's death…
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Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years they were here first.
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before.
The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
still life.
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For the last few days, he had taken long walks in the streets and the park. He also took hour long drives just thinking, thinking about what it would have been like if he admitted his feelings towards her. Thinking about what it would have been like if she never had died. Damn you Ari. His emotions turned to hate, hate towards Ari.
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Hide and seek.
Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won't catch me around here)
Blood and tears,
They were here first.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's all for the best? Ah off course it is.
Mmm, what you say?
Mm, that it's just what we need? And you decided this.
Mmm what you say?
What did she say?
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He was alone at his desk, everyone had gone home, and it was dark outside. Reminiscing about the good times he had with Kate. He smiled to himself. He started to feel better but then images of that day came back. The bullet going through her head, her blood sprayed on his face, her falling to the ground, face no emotion. Then at the funeral, her face was as beautiful and as peaceful as it could ever be.
He then started to feel regret, regret that he didn't tell her how he really felt. Then regret turned to anger, towards himself. He got so angry that he threw his phone on the floor and everything else on his desk. He buried his face in his hands and cried. But he wasn't that kind of person to do so. "Why am I acting like this?" he asked himself. He got his coat to take another lone walk in the park.
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Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I dont believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
You don't care a bit.
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He walked alone in the park...
Story Notes:
my second song fic in a row... i really wanted to write a story with this song its one of my favourites at the moment. Actually to tell you the truth, there's more of the lyrics to the song than the actual story.
Author's Chapter Notes:
How Tony deals with Kate's death...(Song fic to Imogen Heap's "Hide and Seek")
Chapter End Notes:
my second song fic in a row... i really wanted to write a story with this song its one of my favourites at the moment. Actually to tell you the truth, there's more of the lyrics to the song than the actual story.