I collapse in my desk chair, drained from the experience of spending the afternoon with Ari, against my will.

"Hey." Says a soft voice behind me, full of mirth and at the same time, concern.

I swivel in my chair to look at Tony.

"Yes, Tony?" I look up at him, slightly exasperated and not in any way in the mood to deal with his childishness.

"I'm sorry." He says, giving me his puppy-eyed look that makes my heart unconsciously twinge. Through I try, as always, to not let it show which often results in snide comments.

"Are you now? What did you do this time? Hack into my computer? Look through my purse or my trash?" I ask, scornfully.

"No. No. Not this time." He says, a half smile playing on his face before he becomes sober again. "I'm sorry for leaving you at lunch so I could chase after that stupid girl –ah, woman, sorry. If I hadn't left you wouldn't have gotten kidnapp-"

"It wasn't your fault Tony. He would've taken me with or without you. You're lucky you did chase after her, which was the intention I believe, because if you had followed me you would've ended up with some sort of bullet wound or other." I explain with a sigh "but then again, I guess they'd probably have left you alone because they needed you for leverage."

"Against who? You?" he asks incredulous.

"Yes. The Swedish woman, Marta or whatever, said she was going to "shoot you in the head while running her fingers through your hair" if I didn't lie to Gibbs about where I was. You really need to do background checks on the women you like."

I see the look he gets on his face when he teases McGee form right before he says
"Aww, you lied to Gibbs and endangered yourself for me, Kit-Kat?" he says, and though his voice and face show amusement and teasing, his eyes are genuinely surprised and grateful.

I roll my eyes, but a smile works its way onto my face, such an effect only Tony has on me. "Yes Tony." I sigh, while silently acknowledging and accepting his nickname for me by not complaining about it.

Kit-kat. I could live with that...Lord knows it's better then the countless others he likes.

"Come and get a drink with me? My night was booked until my date turned out to be a crazy Hamas lady!"

"Thanks Tony, but I don't think tonight is the night for me to sit around with you as you try to stick your tongue down all the attractive bartenders' throats." I say, resisting the urge to roll my eyes, as I pick up my gear, and walk towards the elevator.

"Please Kit-Kat?" he calls as he follows me "I promise I won't be like that! I'll buy, and we can just sit and chat. I promise. Please?" he begs as he gets into the elevator next to me.

"You're incorrigible." I sigh, shaking my head with a smile as the elevator doors open "Alright. So where is this bar?"

His eyes light up and a huge grin lights up his face. "I'll meet you at Kalorama Park at six. Dress nicely, this is one of my favorite clubs, and for god's sake don't dress like a nun! Live a little! Don't be late!" he yelled, before he climbed into his green mustang and drove away.

I open my mouth to argue, but he's already long gone.

I look at my watch. Almost four thirty.

I get into my car and drive as quickly as I can to my home, where I immediately jump into the shower, ready to wash off the day's events.

I scrub unusually hard on my cheek, where he caressed it.

He. Ari Haswari.

I shudder and turn the shower off, determined to think of anything but Ari.

What did Tony mean, "Don't dress like a nun?" I don't dress like a nun!

Do I? Fine. I'll show him.

My anger at Ari, and that he got off fine, is suddenly channeled at Tony, and it becomes my mission to show him that I am no nun. I may not have gone Soke bombing, or watched porn, or slept with a friend, but I can do damn well in a club, dressed to the nines.

I immediately start pulling out certain things from deep in my closet that I haven't looked at since college.

I pull out the black dress, with lace cap sleeves. It has a neat little bow that ties just beneath the bust, and has a tight bodice, which makes me look very tiny. It is only six inches long from the hips. Then, I pull out my 4 and a half inch heels, and dark silver jewelry. I paint my nails dark silver, matching my necklace, bracelet, anklet and earrings. Instead of my normal ponytail, I curl my hair and let it fall over my shoulders, before I add silver-black make up to my eyes and lipstick and liner redder than Abby's. I smirk at myself in the mirror. I look sexy, but not in an overly showy or revealing way. Tony will never see this coming.

I grab my car keys and make it to the park at six sharp.

I wait around for five minutes, when Tony walks up to the park gates. He's in a leather jacket, jeans, and aviators. He looks around, and when he sees me, his mouth drops open, and he fumbles as he yanks off his aviators.

I walk over to him and say, grinning, "Not so much like a nun right?"

"You outdid yourself Kit-Kat." He grins, and my stomach flutters

Dammit Kate.

"I would've preferred a catholic schoolgirl costume, though." He mutters under his breath, and I elbow him fiercely.

"Let's go." I say, and he takes my arm and we walk down the darkening street towards bright lights and noise.