Happy Birthday

She had told him to meet her outside his apartment at four o'clock, having been given the day off by Gibbs. So now he stood there staring at the parking lot, wondering why exactly she wanted him standing outside in the DC summer heat. Just as he was about to pull out his cell and call her, he heard the rev of an engine. He turned to see a white Lamborghini convertible driving towards him. His eyes widened and he pulled off his sunglasses, not believing the sight before him.

What happened next nearly gave him a heart attack. He watched as she exited the car and made her way towards him. She was in a black dress that had slits on the side, showing off her tan legs. Her hair was down and had a slight curl to it. And of course, she was wearing heels that made her a few inches taller. He let out a breath, trying to calm his heart rate before she reached him.

Not speaking, she greeted him by simply placing a kiss on his cheek and took his hand, leading him towards the car. Slipping into the driver's seat he put on his sunglasses before watching her open the passenger side and get in.

The drove around for an hour, laughing at the looks they received and enjoying the breeze that rushed over the car. She would later tell him that she had borrowed the car from a friend who owed her a big favor. As they pulled back into the driveway of the car's owner, he turned to look at her. She chuckled, watching him try to form a sentence, but nothing would come out. So she leaned forward, giving him a kiss. Pulling back she smiled.

"Happy Birthday Tony."