A/N: I make no money from this at all. I Promise to put them all back as soon as I am all done playing with them, well at least until the next time.

It was the sound of someone shouting to 'look out' that made him look, it was then he saw a woman get splashed from a car going too fast and running a red light. The women fell on her knees then settled onto her side as the car missed her by mere inches as she started to cross the street.

Running to her side he kneels down beside her. "Are you hurt ?" he asks.

She looks up at him, and it is then he can see that face is streaked with mascara from the rain and muddy water from being splashed on. In fact truth be told she in soaked not a dry spot on her.

"Only my pride, if that counts."

"Lets get you up and off of the road, then."

She looks at him and smiles because she recognizes him, from one of the numerous searches she has done throughout the years. A first class detective getting his gold shield before he turned thirty then transferring to NCIS. Anthony DiNozzo, whose FBI file reads like a fictional novel, badly written at that. Except for the fact that it was all true the man was born to work undercover one of the best there ever was.

"I'm fine Agent DiNozzo, thank you for helping me." She tells him once she in on her feet and back on the crosswalk.

"Do I know you?" He asks suspiciously.

"No, but I know of you. I'm Penelope Garcia, technical analyst, I work for the FBI, Agent Hotchner's unit."

"You work with the profilers. They do damn good work."

"They do don't they, as do you."

"How is it that you know about me anyway?" He asks still not sure about her.

"I've come across your name before, more than once in fact." She answers quickly. It is then that he notices that she is starting to shiver.

"May I show you to your car? You need to get out those wet clothes and into a hot shower."

"No car, I took the bus to meet my date."

"So where is he?" Tony asks looking around for the man.

""Who knows. He left me right after the appetizers and drinks after I told him that I wouldn't sleep with him. Luckily we hadn't ordered the rest of our food yet. He left me the bill too."

"What kind of a man just walks out on a date?"

"The kind that thinks that I'm going to sleep with him on the first date out of desperation because I'm not a size zero." She looks at him and sees him getting angry just thinking about the man that abandoned her like that. "It happens Agent DiNozzo. I was just going to the other side of the street to hail down a taxi.

"How about I give you a ride home. You know who I am and I'm really one of the good guys."

"I know you are. I would have zapped you with my tazer if I thought otherwise." She informs him just before she shows him her little tazer then slips it into her jacket pocket.

"Good on both count, come on your making me cold just looking at you. It's Tony by the way."

"Penelope." she says as he takes hold of her elbow and escorts her across the street.

Looking around her apartment, the only words he can think of to describe it is kitschy chic. A complete oxymoron but in this case it works. He makes his way into her tiny kitchen seeing the pink china tea pot sitting on the counter he looks in the cabinets and finds the corresponding tea tin with the same pink color. He wastes no time in putting the kettle to boil.

She comes out and into her small living room just as he is putting the tray on the coffee table. He is surprised to see that her hair is wet but not clean. Dressed in dark blue wrap around dress that stops just after her knees. On her shoulders a large towel keeping her wet and still dirty hair off of her dress.

"I made tea. I hope you don't mind?"

"Of course not. Who am I to deny the man who came to my rescue. I just have to wash my hair. I left my shampoo by the kitchen sink. I dyed a friends hair last night and I forgot to put the bottle back."

He looks at her hands are all red and bruised from falling on the pavement her knees are also red and scrapped up from the fall.

"Let me will you, it looks like your hands are a bit scraped up. When we're done I'll even pull out my first-aid skills and patch up your knees."

"Are you sure? I mean my hands are not that bad."

He just looks at her staring her down. Without another word she turns and goes into her kitchen she places the bottles of shampoo and conditioner next to the sink, then she puts the water on to her liking. Tony stands behind her and rolls up his sleeves . He wets her hair then pick up the bottle of shampoo reading the label he is surprised to see that it is from a high end line of products.

Soon the scent of lavender and passion fruit filled could be detected in the air, not a strong scent, but subtle and smoothing.

With a towel wrapped around her head sitting on the couch she sips her tea before she says anything to him. "Thank you for that, I can cross that one off my fantasy list." She quickly explains before he says anything. "I like movies and every since I saw. . "

"Out of Africa. Good movie for a chic flick. I think every woman at one time or another has wanted Robert Redford to wash her hair."

"I never wanted Robert Redford, I wanted Sean Connery he's older, sophisticated and that voice of his is just so, damn sexy."

He can't help but chuckle at hearing this. He smoothly slips into his rendition of Connery's voice. "I'm glad I could be of some assistants to you, I guess I fulfilled my vow

twofold tonight then."

Once she stops her giggling. "Thank you for that I needed that laugh. It's been a bad week all around. What did you mean by vow?"

"To protect and serve." He answers with a chuckle.

"That's right you were a cop and a damn fine one before you came to work for NCIS."

"Just how much do you know about me anyway? And should I be worried about you becoming a stalker?"

"Not a stalker trust me on this one. I just happen to have access to a lot of data. Your name came up one time while I was researching for Hotchner's team. You have a file with the Bureau. Did you know that? How about I make some pasta puttanseca for us. I know I'm hungry and you look like you might to like to eat too."

"Do you know how to make REAL pasta puttanseca?"

"I do actually, David Rossi taught me."

"David Rossi as in the founding member of the BAU, David Rossi?"

"One in the same, so shall I cook?"

They talked late into the night, a friendship being formed, founded first on a damsel in need of rescue. Then on trust as they shared parts of their life's with each other. One week blended into another then another soon they would talk almost everyday. It was nice having someone to talk a sounding board to share and vent to knowing that it wouldn't go any further that each of them would keep silent as to what was said. It was also nice knowing that the other person wanted nothing from you just friendship. Neither found any reason to disclose their friendship to their teammate either. They both reasoned that what they did on their own time was no ones businesses but their own.

TBC.