Hidden

Summary: Every member of Gibb's team, past and present, has a hidden talent, guilty pleasure, or memorable moment, that they are not too keen on sharing with... well... everyone else in the team.

A/N: Will become a oneshot serial.

Special Agent Caitlin Todd

Nothing like a nice warm shower on a Saturday morning to make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. My roommate's out so I don't have to worry about the water going cold. I've got my towel over my head and a toothbrush in my hand. I think I might go outside later when the sun is nice and bright. Maybe I can read a book. I love a good old Mills and Boons, and if you ever tell anyone, I will personally murder you.

Hair dry – well semi-moist – check. Teeth clean, check. Time on the clock – I stick my head out the door and look up at the big clock in the living room, zero nine hundred – check. I've got a red T-shirt and an old pair of jeans on. I'm not going out until much later in the day, so I don't really have to be presentable yet.

I hear a rustle at the door. What the? Someone's trying to break into my unit. I quickly run into my bedroom and grab my gun. I get on the side of the door behind the hinge so that I can surprise the intruder.

"Hands above your head!" I yell holding my gun out in front of me as the door opens.

"Kate, wait!" A dishevelled Tony sneaks inside.

What on earth? Tony? Tony was becoming such a bastard now-a-days that my shock only lasted about point two of a second, long enough for me to drop my gun but not long enough for me to block him from coming into the room.

"What the hell are you doing here? Get out!" I try to push him out the door.

"Wait, I really need to use the head." He replies, trying to push past me.

"You come over unannounced on a Saturday morning to use the bathroom?" I look at him, incredulous. Actually it was more like break into my apartment unannounced.

"I'm down on the street minding my own business on a warm summer's morning, when bam! This chihuahua comes chasing me all the way down the lane for fifty miles." Tony gets very animated as he's trying to explain it to me.

"What on earth are you doing on my street in the first place?" I ask him. "We don't even live in the same suburb."

"Like I said, I didn't want to come to your street. Stupid dog chased me." He has the nerve to give me an annoyed look in my house.

"Go use a public restroom." I tell him.

"Can't hold." He shakes his head. "I'll have to pee on your floor in about point zero five of a second."

I'm too pissed off at him to say something without swearing so I just point in the general direction of the bathroom. He hobbles over with a grin on his face.

I close the door behind me. I will never live this down if any of the others hear of it, and knowing Tony... That's it. I've decided that I will kill Tony.

"Thank you so much Kate." Tony came out of the bathroom. "You don't know how much I appreciate that."

I'm surprised at his civility. Tony doesn't normally pee at your place and thank you for the convenience; he pees at your place and then leaves a big mess for you to clean up on the bathroom floor.

"What's that smell?" He asks, sniffing the air.

Oh damn, I forgot.

I run into the kitchen and pull out my oven tray. I get a knife and poke it into the compound I was making. Great, now thanks to Tony, it got overcooked. Not the black and burnt type, but the harder than I you would like to bite into type, still not black yet.

I'm normally very good with the timing. That's why I can enjoy a nice hot shower with the oven on and not worry about the house burning down. I usually get it nice and soft and delicious to bite into.

"Chocolate." Tony murmurs, his nose less than an inch away from my shoulder. "You've been holding out on us."

"Nobody invited you over for breakfast." I try to shove him away with my shoulder.

"Man, I didn't know you could bake so well." He tells me with genuine awe.

I take the cake out and put it on the cooling rack next to the sink.

"Don't even think about it." I point my finger at him. "You eat that and the dog will be biting onto you rather than chasing you." I remind him.

"Not nice Kate, I'm famished." He gives me his best sad puppy's face.

"They're for a friend." I tell him, too embarrassed to admit that the chocolate cake was for me.

"I'm a friend." He shrugs.

"DiNozzo!" I try to stop him, but he's already helping himself to a portion of the cake, and he hasn't even washed his hands yet.

"Ow, hot, mmm... nice."

OK, under different circumstances, I probably would have plated the cake and offered it to him with a desert spoon and tissue, but presently, he's actually kind of turned me off from breakfast.

"Kate, you should bring this to work." He says with his mouth full and bits of chocolate are flying all over the place.

I grab a knife and cut the cake in half. Then I grab the financial section of the weekend newspaper and plate it.

"Enjoy." I shove the cake and the Financial Review in his face. "Now get out of my house."

"Thanks Kate." He happily accepts his portion. "I would kiss you but my mouth's full."

"Don't mention it." I shudder.

He's still eating and doesn't look like he's going to move.

"Out!" I put my hand on his shoulder and steer him toward the front door.

"Thanks for letting me use the head!" He's still talking with his mouth full, but he's outside the door now and he's just said it loud enough for everyone in my apartment block to hear.

"Don't come back." I slam the door.

Thanks to the egghead, I don't really feel like eating anymore. I sit on the couch in silence. Saturday mud cakes were a private affair, and several criteria had to be filled before I could even contemplate baking. First, we had to not have to work overtime, which doesn't always occur. Second, Gemma had to be out. Third, it had to be sunny. Not that I don't get hungry on a rainy day, but I find that rain takes away the enjoyment of eating the forbidden. At least I knew that on a sunny day, I could always jog off the extra calories I put on.

It's Monday morning and I'm running late. Again! I almost crash into Palmer's car as I try to park quickly. Before long I'm running into the building and getting my retina scanned at the elevator.

"Morning Kate." Tony appears beside me bright eyes and bushy tailed.

"Morning." I sort of grunt.

The lift door opens and we both get in. Gibbs slides in as the door closes.

"Morning." He says.

"Morning Boss." Tony greets him cheerfully.

"Hey Gibbs." I say.

"Late night." Gibbs looks at me closely.

The people on level three of my apartment partied hard until 3am – on a Sunday. I don't know how Gemma managed to sleep through all of that.

"I'll be fine." I tell him.

"Course you will." Tony agrees. "Hey, boss, she makes the best chocolate pick-me-up ever. I mean she could give the Fifth Street Bakery a run for their money."

I was too tired to tell him to put a sock in it.

"DiNozzo." Gibbs voice was stern.

Thank you, Boss. If Gibbs could read minds, that's what he would have heard from mine.

The doors reopen and we step out into our squad room.

"Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs, Gibbs."

There's pretty much only one person I knowof who felt the need to name our boss so many times.

"Guess what I did over the weekend." Abby bounces excitedly in front of us.

"I don't know, you tell me Abs." Gibbs replies softly in his even tone.

"I rescued a Chihuahua on Maple Street." She smiles in reply. "But my landlord's told me that I can't keep it."

"That's a shame." Gibbs says to comfort her.

"Hey Tony, you wan'na pet Chihuahua?" She turns to DiNozzo.

"My apartment's full." Tony has an expression like his going to throw up on his face. "No space for pets."

"Hey McGee!" Abby calls out to our probationary officer, who was already stationed at his desk, eager to make an impression. "You like dogs?"

"Not particularly, Abby." His eyes are still on his monitor.

I quickly make a detour toward the lavatory before she could question my take on canines.