<span style="font-family:Fredericka the Great"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><span style="font-size: 15px">Once Kate had finished reading everything McGee had to say, she took a few moments to gather her thoughts and then picked up the microphone and began to speak into it once more. "<i>Thank you, for updating me on everything. And.. McGee.. As for you thinking it's stupid that you read your writing to me while I was in the coma, it's not. I'm sorry that I couldn't hear it. Couldn't hear you. I can see it for what it is and I appreciate what you were trying to do."</i><br/>
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<i>"As for the 'writing stuff' as you called it, I don't think it's nerdy. I think it's brave.." </i>She said the last part and looked down for a moment, and then back up at him. <i>"Don't let what Tony and I say, keep you from writing. If you really enjoy it, then ignore us and keep writing. If it makes you happy, then don't let what anyone else says to you, keep you from pursuing your passions. A</i></span></span></span><i><span style="font-family:Fredericka the Great"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(77, 255, 166)"><span style="font-size: 15px">nd I know, you're probably wondering where all of this is coming from now."<br/>
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"But.. waking up, and knowing that I was in a coma for two months, has caused me to do some thinking. I've treated you like crap, McGee, and I'm sorry. And when you called me your personal superhero, that.. that means a lot to me. No one's ever said something like that to me. And as for the rest.. I like knowing that I can't get rid of you so easily. From now on, I'm gonna try to be a better friend. To you, Tony, Gibbs, Abby, and everyone else. I just.. I'm alive, McGee."<br/>
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"And it's a fucking miracle. Getting shot in the head used to mean that person was dead, gone, for good, forever. And this is my chance to do better. To <u>be</u>, better."</span></span></span></i><span style="font-family:Fredericka the Great"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(77, 255, 166)"><span style="font-size: 15px"> She said, with what she hoped was emphasis on the word be. She watched as he straightened up the room, and then pointed to the team photo on the windowsill. </span></span></span><i><span style="font-family:Fredericka the Great"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(77, 255, 166)"><span style="font-size: 15px">"Can you grab that picture and bring it to me?"</span></span></span></i><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Fredericka the Great"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(77, 255, 166)"> Kate asked him, her focus now going back and forth between him, and the photo. <br/>
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Once her eyes had landed on it, she had trouble pulling her eyes away from it. As she sat there and stared down at the team photo, a smile came to her lips and her curiosity got the better of her, and so she spoke again, but this time without the microphone, which she handed to him. "Tell me about Ziva. What's she like? How does she fit in with you and the rest of the team? What do you think of her?" She chuckled softly at her next question. "How do she and Gibbs get along?"<br/>
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"How does she handle Tony?" Because really, how David handled Tony and his antics, and how she and Gibbs reacted to each other was an important thing and would determine if the woman worked well with them.</span></span></span>