It was nearing midnight as the manager of the restaurant came to the booth where the amorous couple were sitting. It was clear to the wait staff who had been serving the pair all night that they were deeply in love. They'd spent all night touching, kissing, and laughing all night while continually refilling their wine glasses. Judging by the rings on their fingers, they must have been newlyweds. He cleared his throat to get their attention, "Excuse me Monsieur, and Madam, but we are past our normal closing time." The Maître d' spoke as politely as he could manage, "I'm afraid I am going to have to ask you to leave so that I may send my staff to their homes."

"Ma Amour, I believe that we must be going," The young man turned to his bride, brushing her hair behind her hear and pecking her on the nose.

The woman simply smiled at him and slid out of the booth, drawing no shortage of eyes from the waiters and male employees in the lounge as she sashayed toward the exit, her backless dress flowing seductively over her body, leaving little to the imagination. She turned back as the man quickly signed the bill over to their room, "You coming, Doudou?"

"Coming, ma Biche," The man gracefully rose to his feet and strode across the room, escorting his wife out, his hand at her back, fingers flirting with the fabric the barely covered the woman's shapely rear end.

The pair quickly made their way to their room, taking advantage of every nook and elevator between the lounge and their room to share a moment. Many guests and personnel saw them, envious or wishing they had that much passion in their lives. The pair could feel the eyes of the gawkers on them, but they didn't care. He nearly fumbled the key card to their room as she slowly undid his tie, released a few buttons, and attached her lips to his pulse point. His Adams' Apple bounced at he swallowed hard, trying to regain focus on the task at hand while her hand made its way under his suit jacket, tracing circles as they teased their way up his back.

He whispered a small prayer of thanks as he saw the flashing green light and heard the confirming beep of the locking mechanism as it disengaged, allowing him to open the door as they stumbled through. Dropping shoes and clothing items like they were breadcrumbs leading to the suite's bedroom, they made their way to the chamber. By the time they reached the foot of the bed, he was in nothing but his suit pants and under shirt, having kicked off his shoes in the living room. She stood shorter than usual as her Jimmy Choos had joined his Fratelli Borgiolis in the sitting area along with his socks, jacket, dress shirt, and tie. She could barely contain the shiver of anticipation as she felt his rough fingertips trace their way along the delicate skin of her biceps and shoulders as they made their way to the clasp at the back of her neck where the halter-top dress' closure lay.

He lowered his mouth to hers as he slowly unhooked the closure, reveling in the moan she released as the last hook was released and the garment pooled to the floor at her feet. It was the same reaction he had as she traced her hands down his chest and over his abs before resting on the closure of his dress pants. He sighed as the felt her lower the zipper and release the hook closure of the pants causing them to drop unceremoniously at his feet. He helped her step free of her gown as he stepped out of the legs of his pants. He saw and impish smile on her face as she looked him over, "Perhaps I should start calling you Mon Loulou instead of Doudou, Mon Amour," She teased, tracing her fingers over his chest, tangling them in the hair she found there.

He growled in response, grabbing her by the waist and tossing her on the bed as she squealed and retreated toward the head of the bed, resting her head on the pillows found there and posing seductively for him, "Like what you see, Loulou?"

"Very much so," He purred, kissing her stomach and neck before fusing his lips to hers, feeling her melt beneath him. He knew he wanted this to last so he took his time, moving over her, loving every sigh, moan, and sultry laugh that escaped her lips over the next hour and a half before they curled up in the bed, him on his back with her snuggled into his chest to sleep until morning.

"Damn, that was hotter than pay-per-view," The man watching the thermographic camera sat back. "I'll give them this, they definitely have stamina."

"Don't you feel the least bit bad about watching that?" The woman demanded, "I mean watching them make their plans is one thing, but you could had turned away or at the very least turned down the microphones when they started going at it."

"You are such a prude, Maya." He teased, a smug smile on his face.

"And you're a pig, Yussef," She retorted, "What would your wife say if she knew you watched that?"

"She'd ask if I'd taken notes," Yussef grinned and gave her a wink.

"Pig," Maya huffed, storming into the bathroom and slamming the door that served as the only barrier in the studio apartment that they were using as their observation base. Yussef just chuckled and leaned back to try to get some shut-eye. The couple were asleep, so they might as well get some rest before their backup arrived in the morning to relieve them.

The couple was awoken by a knock on their door as they heard a male voice announce, "Room Service," He was out of bed first, pulling a robe over the boxers he'd worn to bed, and shut the bedroom door behind him before opening the main door of the suite to let the uniformed man and his cart to enter. "I have room service order for a Mr. and Mrs. Ranier courtesy of your father-in-law." Tony watched as McGee signaled to not speak too much as he swept the room for bugs and placed a few of his own. They soon found a listening device hidden in a knickknack on the table. McGee nonchalantly placed the dome lid from one of the trays over it to muffle the reception. "If you whisper, you should be okay for now, I'll trace the bug and disable it, but until you hear otherwise, leave the lid there."

McGee took a quick look around the room before turning back to Tony, "Looks like someone had a good night," He chuckled.

"Shut up McGee before you McGetIt." Tony warned.

"I'm going, I'm going," Tim raised his hands in surrender turning back to the cart to unload the trays of bagels, schmear, and fruit along with a carafe of coffee for them.

"Good morning, McGee," Kate smiled at him, drying her hair with a towel, similarly clad in a robe to Tony.

"Morning," He smiled back, "I'll be back later to collect the trays for you, Monsieur and Madam."

"If you see a sock on the door," Tony smirked, "Well I think you can figure it out." McGee and Kate both rolled their eyes at his antics as McGee made his exit. Tony turned to Kate, dropping his voice a bit, "There's a bug under that lid, so don't move it." Kate nodded her understanding as she spread a bit of cream cheese on a bagel and bit in. Tony watched transfixed as her tongue peaked out, running over her upper lip to catch a bit of cream that had stayed on her lip. "You keep doing that, and I may just have to take you back for a round two."

Kate looked up at him and grabbed a strawberry, slowly pushing the berry past her lips before biting down, the juice staining her lips. "I just may let you," She smirked up at him, "If you can catch me first."

With that she leaped up from the couch and darted across the room toward the bedroom, she managed to evade Tony a few times, but before long, he'd caught her and thrown her on the bed before covering her body with his own, releasing the ties of their robes and pulling the blanket up over them. "You think you're so slick," Kate teased, rolling him over and laying on top of him.

"I have my moments," He smirked before she slugged him in the shoulder, "What?"

Kate gave him a disbelieving look as she sat up, straddling his lap, "Uh huh."

"It was my knee!" He protested, "But I have to tell you I'm liking this thing with you being on top, gives me a lot of access," He reached up and pulled her to him once more ravaging her lips with his own as his fingers traced up and down her bare back. He groaned a second time as hit his shoulder once more.

"That was definitely not your knee," She gave him a look that was part scolding and part tease, which made him want to do nothing but dive back into their make-out session.

Soon he was rolling her back over and doing a set of pushups as she lay beneath him as Abby had suggested. After some experimentation, they discovered doing pushups looked a lot like having sex when viewed through a thermographic camera so that was what they had settled upon for when they figured they might be observed in the bedroom. It seemed a little silly at first, when viewed by the naked eye, but it seemed to get the job done. "Are you close?" Kate quirked her eyebrow at him as he reached the mid 80's in his count.

"Very nearly, gotta hold on a little longer; I got a reputation to protect." Tony insisted, his descents and accents over her body smooth. Kate watched in fascination as the muscles of his arms and chest expanded and contracted with each press. "98…99…100, now I'm done." He kissed her gently and laid back on the bed, pulling her toward him so that she could rest her head on his shoulder as they both dozed off for a mid-morning nap.

Kate awoke to Tony gently shifting her off of him as he crawled out of the bed, "Where're you going?" She asked sleepily.

"Shower, that is unless you want to join me," Tony teased, although deep down in the corner of his mind he desperately hoped she would want to join him.

"No, you go ahead, I'm gonna get dressed and call Papa." She smiled at him. As soon as she heard the water running in the bathroom, she pulled open the drawers where the bell boy had unpacked her things and found the bra that matched the panties she was already wearing, socks, jeans, and a comfortable sweater which she promptly put on and, grabbing her cell phone, headed into the living room to call Gibbs, or 'Papa' as they were going to call him for the duration of the op, allowing whomever might be listening to them assume that she was simply calling her father.

"Gibbs," Came the gruff voice of their team leader.

"Bonjour, Papa," She cooed into the receiver, "Merci boucoup for the delicious petit r galer."

"You're welcome," Gibbs chuckled, "McGee managed to disable the bug he found and he'll be back to collect they trays later. Is Tony behaving himself?"

"As much as he can," Kate smirked, "Which isn't much, but what do you expect?"

"Let me know if I need to do any ass kicking before this thing is done." Gibbs' paternal side leaked into the words.

"Oh Papa," Kate giggled, "I think Jean-Paul is afraid of you a little bit."

"I am not!" DiNozzo called out as he entered the room and indicated she hand over the phone, "Beau-P re, not scared, more a healthy level of self-preservation."

"You just make sure you preserve yourself from going too far." Gibbs warned, "You two been able to glean any more information on who the target might be?"

"Non," Tony sighed, "We have not heard yet, but hopefully when we get back from lunch. There was a café we wanted to try for lunch."

"Let me know if you hear anything." Gibbs directed him.

"Oui oui," Tony nodded, "Do you wish to speak with Sophie once more before you go?"

"Put her on, it would seem odd if she did not say goodbye to her father."

"Ma Amour, ton Papa pour toi," Tony cooed to Kate who just rolled her eyes.

"Oui Papa?"

"Make sure Tony keeps his hands to himself." Gibbs reminded her.

"Oui Papa," Kate smirked looking up at Tony who was grabbing their coats, "I will make sure he is very good. Salut!"

"Good bye, Kate." Gibbs hung up.

"So, what's the plan?" Kate accepted her coat from Tony.

"First, lunch," Tony informed her, pulling on his coat and helping her with her own, "Then maybe a walk, see if the confirmation for our order has come in yet."

"Lunch sounds good." Kate smiled up at him, grabbing her purse before taking the hand that he offered, "Where do you have in mind?"

"You'll see," Tony grinned and led her out the door.

The café they had found in the hotel had terrace seating and overlooked the atrium. After being chastised by McGee for staring at the hostess' butt as she led them to their seat, Tony pulled a chair out for Kate and promptly took his seat across from her. They ordered a light lunch of a salad for Kate and a sandwich for Tony which was paired with iced tea. While they placed their order, Tony took Kate's hand in his, continuing to caress the back of it absently with his thumb until their food arrived. "Ma Amour, are you enjoying the view" He asked as they continued the casual sweep of the other diners, many of whom were high ranking officers and diplomats both in and out of uniform, some sitting together, some with their family or a significant other. "You didn't happen to see our old friend, did you?"

"Non," Kate smiled up at him, trying not to drool at how handsome he looked in the dark frames he wore which housed a miniature camera that broadcast what they were seeing back to Abby's lab, "But perhaps I was mistaken about when it was we were to see him."

"Or perhaps he found another way to entertain himself," Tony smiled cheekily, wiping his mouth with the napkin from his lap and offering Kate a hand up since she was clearly done with her salad and was just pushing it around with her fork, a habit he'd noticed other times they'd gone out for lunch so that it didn't appear like she'd wolfed down her food before her companions. "Which doesn't sound like a bad idea, to me. Care to join me for a walk?"

"I would love to, Mon Loulou," Kate giggled appropriately, linking her arm with his as they descended the stairs to the atrium to enjoy an early afternoon walk. An hour later they arrived to find a package sitting on the table in their room. "Looks like my sunglasses finally arrived," Kate opened the package to reveal a pair of glasses with interchangeable lenses, a suggestion that Ziva had made when she heard of the operation after calling to confirm the start date of her liaison position. One set of lenses were the basic tint of sunglasses, but the box also had a set that had a slightly different tint allowing usually difficult to see or invisible lights to be seen. "What do you think?"

"I think they look well on you," Tony chuckled as Kate struck a pose before looking out the window just briefly as if watching a bird fly by.

"Just as I thought," Kate sighed, "We are being watched as well as listened to. Red light of a surveillance camera is coming from the apartment building next door."

"Shall we give them a show?" He stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck. He wasn't much of a nuzzle in his real life, but there was something about the action that seemed right between the two of them.

"Work first, Loulou," Came the soft reprimand, "Remember there were a few contracts you wanted to look over while we were visiting. It should only take an hour or so then we can get back to our vacation."

"You drive a hard bargain, Soph," Tony sighed, releasing her and walking over to the sofa where the laptop that had been cloned from the one that was damaged in the accident sat. Just as Katie had thought, an email was waiting for them in the secure email box. Unfortunately, the details were still as vague as the last communique, referring only to the focus of the hit as 'the target' and that they would be contacted by the phone in their suite later that evening. They still had a few days to figure out who the target was before the Marine Birthday Ball, but it was frustrating for them both to fly as blind as they were.

Once they were done reviewing the details of the case that they had learned so far, Kate shot off a quick email to Gibbs to inform them of the observation detail across the way. With any luck, it would be someone who had sent the assassins and the mission could be over before either of them said or did anything they might regret later.