A/N: This is by all means a CrackFic, and was written to lighten my mood while dog-sitting.
He sat nervously in the booth towards the back of the café, compulsively checking the time on his wrist watch and the temperature of the coffee he had bought her every few minutes. He was early, but then again he always was; whether it was at work or their dates. He was always early and she always took her own sweet time to get there. But, he couldn't honestly fault her for being a little late to their secret rendezvous. She was, after all a high-profile, very busy Director.
Every now and then it did dawn on him that it was a miracle that she could actually get away from it all and meet him everyday. And the fact that she was her whole career at risk was not lost on him either. He knew just how lucky he was to be with her, hell he was reminded every time she smiled his way or touched him. She was a wanted woman, having been lusted after by many a politician and agent, and she had chosen him.
The door opened slowly and no other customers in the shop noticed, but they weren't looking through the highly trained eyes of a Federal Investigator. The wind that followed her through the doorway whipped at her hair and played with the red curls lightly. He could see the recognition in her face as her eyes searched out and found him.
Slipping into the seat across from him she reached both of her hands out, one to take the obviously much needed coffee and one to stroke the back of his. He listened intently as she described how she managed to escape her detail this time, knowing full well that they were going to catch on one day and she wouldn't be able to shake them.
They usually spoke of the simple stress of work, and often made plans, though most of their plans were canceled because of a case or a meeting. It was understandable with the jobs they had that most of the time they ended up sharing together was at work, albeit discretely.
He would tell her about the team's antics and she would listen intently and laugh quietly upon hearing what compromising position Tony and Ziva were caught in, and the funniest part was always their absurd excuses for it. She tried to avoid speaking about her work related worries, and he didn't press; knowing that this was one of the very few times she could get away from it. Their time in the café was never just about work or cute conversation: just that they were talking about it together.
At a break in the conversation he happened to notice they were the only ones left in the coffee shop. She sighed and checked at her watch and her buzzing cell phone.
"Guess I better get going before they have a heart attack," she said, a tad bit regretfully.
He nodded and helped her into her jacket and scarf.
"Same time tomorrow?" She asked.
"I'll be here. Bye Jenny."
He walked her slowly to the door, wanting to drag out their time together as long as possible.
She kissed his cheek lightly and adjusted her bag.
"Goodbye Tim."
A/N: Can't tell you what gave me the idea, other than the song Me and Mrs. Jones by Michael Buble.
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