"You know, Agent McGee, it is a real shame that it had to come to this." Alexia Bordorin murmured softly. "I really believed that you and I could have had something special. Travelled the world, met interesting people," she ran her fingers down the side of his face, "and killed them." She gave a sigh. "But it seems your partner Agent DiNozzo thought it would be a good idea to interrupt the party and blow your undercover operation."

"Oh, come on!" Tony called from behind him. "You didn't have to jump to that conclusion. For all you know, I could have been a vengeful hit man, coming to take out the annoying computer expert who sells all his secrets to the highest bidder! Hell, you could still believe it if you thought about it hard enough!"

"Very amusing, Agent DiNozzo." Alexia replied coolly. "But I think it probably would have worked out better for you had you not bellowed out 'Federal agent- get away from McGee!' when you came barging in here."

"I didn't say federal agent! I said…uh… hey Probie, what's something that rhymes with federal agent?"

"How about 'you're a clueless idiot'?"

"That'll work… Hey! I'm the one that's supposed to come up with these cool names and phrases, Probster!"

"And you did that real well, didn't you Tony?"

"Enough." Alexia said. "Since it is obvious you are not a rogue CIA computer specialist coming to sell your country's list of deep cover operatives to me, it seems we have nothing more to discuss. Too bad. You and I could have made quite a formidable pair. Still," she gave a small smile as she crouched down, her face mere inches away from his, "I see no reason why we should part on bad terms. Allow me to show you how we say goodbye to lovers in Russia."

Slowly, she leaned in and, despite his resistance, spread her lips over his and indulged in a long, sensual, lustful kiss. McGee tried to turn his head away and avoid it, but it simply wasn't possible; even though the experience was actually quite enjoyable, he didn't want to enjoy it. This woman was a murderer- a psychopath who had wilfully killed and slaughtered many innocent people and was planning to do so to many more. He felt rather tainted as her lips touched his own.

From the other chair behind him, Tony tried to suppress a gagging sound. Just figures; here he was, under the impression that McGee had been held captive by Alexia Borodin, possibly being tortured in any of the other number of horrible ways all her other victims had been tortured- both for information and for pleasure. He came crashing through the front window; gun drawn all set to unleash hell on the insane serial killer holding his partner captive. And what did he get for it? First a window frame that just happened to come loose the second he came under it and crack him on the head, then being tied to a chair back-to-back with McGee and now being forced to listen to the psycho sex killer- who was admittedly a very hot psycho sex killer- make out with McGee just behind him. McGee! How much more could a man take??

Alexia broke off the kiss, smiled right in McGee's face and then crossed over in front of Tony. The ex-cop, despite his feeling of disgust at what he had seen of the woman's handiwork, smiled and said with his usual charm, "I suppose it's my turn now. If you don't mind, I take my last kisses extra drawn out with not too much tongue in the throat."

Alexia merely smirked down at him. "And this is how we say goodbye to interfering, chauvinist pigs in Russia, Agent DiNozzo." Without warning, she landed a vicious side kick to his crotch. As the senior agent doubled over, she gave another kick right into his forehead; Tony's head snapped back and ended up hitting the back of McGee's, knocking the junior agent forward.

With another smirk, the young woman exited the room into the hall. As they heard the door open and close, Tony shook his head to try to clear the cobwebs from it. Muttering under his breath, which was very hard to do considering a lot had been taken away by Alexia's first blow, he said just loud enough for McGee to hear, "I think I prefer the way Russians say goodbye to lovers better."

"Tell me about it." McGee muttered back. It was not only the fact that Tony's head was as hard as a slab of concrete; that kiss was a lot more pleasurable to him than he would have liked. "I think the next time I go under cover, I'll be sure to bring a safety helmet."

"Are you kidding? Your head's large and solid enough as it is! And anyway, what the hell's going on here Probie? Since when did you go under cover?"

"Since Gibbs assigned it to me a week ago."

"A week? How could you possibly have been undercover a whole week and not have told me?"

"Uh, because I believe the whole point of going undercover Tony is that you not tell people what you're really doing?"

"Yeah, but that's for the criminals- the scumbags. Or, in this case, the super sexy Russian assassin/serial sex murderer, or whatever you want to call her. Not for your best bud!"

"What makes you think you're my best bud, Tony?"

"Come on! This is me we're talking about! Okay, if you're going to be that way, why wouldn't you tell your senior field agent about it?"

"Because Gibbs told me not to tell anyone and his authority outranks yours."

"I can't believe he would do that to me! And any way, if he needed undercover work to be done, why did he choose you when I would have been the much more appropriate choice?"

"You have no idea what was involved, Tony."

"Sure I do. Walk in as bait for the sexy, insane serial killer, lull her into a false sense of security- probably done via a little bit of close, intimate contact- and then watch her face crumble from the satisfaction of being beaten at her own game."

"Oh, you mean what you do to all the blonde bimbos you pick up from bars?"

"Ha, ha, very funny McDateless. The point is that I don't understand why Gibbs would send you in to do a job that was clearly suited for me!"

"So you know the ins and outs of the CIA's security program?"

"I would've improvised. I certainly could have figured out the ins and outs of her security program. And I do mean her personal security program."

"Aw, give it a rest Tony; it's thanks to you we're in this situation right now."

"Yeah, because I thought I had to save your ass again! You can count on me never making that mistake in the future."

"Why, because Ziva would never let you live it down? What would she say if you left her hanging? What would you say if she left you hanging?"

"Please, Probie- Ziva never leaves me hanging. At least not in one sense."

"What did you say Tony?"

"Uh… nothing you need to concern yourself Probie!"

McGee sighed. "Alright. Let's just try to think of a way to get out of here, shall we?"

Tony looked around at their surroundings, trying to figure out their position. Here they were, tied back to back in chairs in a windowless room, plenty of furniture surrounding them, with a large fireplace on one side of it. Something about it seemed very familiar to him…

"You know, this reminds me of a movie…"

A/N: Don't worry, this will be continued! What do you think so far? Any ideas as to what movie Tony's talking about?