Warnings: Slight spoilers for Season 4, fans of Jenny might not like how I write her

A/N: Hello good readers, I can see that the overwhelming vote is to continue with this :). I've changed the dynamic of Tony and Leah here just a bit but it felt right because Tony and Leah are meeting at a different time in their lives.

Paris. It was romantic and full of life. And one NCIS agent found himself completely wrapped up in it all.

Could a person fall in love in two weeks? Tony wondered that while he watched Leah sleeping next to him at the end of his stay in the City of Lights. He knew that this entire situation was very bad. You shouldn't be falling in love with the target of your entire operation.

Tony thought about calling Jenny and demanding that this operation be handed to another agent. But just the thought that some other man could be romancing her… it nearly blinded him with jealousy. How had this happened? Two weeks ago he was carefree and single… now he was in jeopardy of blowing his operation, of losing his job and he was dangerously close to a woman for the first time since Wendy.

And he liked it.

Slowly, he pulled himself out of bed and tossed on some jeans. When they had started this little fling it was agreed between the both of them that it was just a two-week thing—something that would remain in Paris until he left for the United States. She was staying behind… something about her job. Tony figured when she did make it back to D.C it would be easy to pick up the game where they had left off. But Leah had thrown him a curveball by being his ideal woman. Smart, funny, beautiful... he quickly realized things were afoot the first night they had slept together. It had surprised him a little that they had fallen into bed so quickly… but their attraction for one another was hard to deny.

Now that his feelings were beginning to show and bubble to the surface, what was he going to do when he got back to Washington and accidently bumped into her? Blow the entire operation… that's what!

"Tony?" Leah's voice came from the bed. "What are you doing up?"

"Thought I heard my cell," Tony lied, grabbing it off the dresser. "Turns out I was hearing things."

"You should come back to bed then," she said coyly.

Tony tossed her a grin over his shoulder. Leah was sitting up on her side, the comforter drawn around her naked body. "Now… how could I pass up such a sultry invitation?" he asked, huskily and put his phone back on the dresser to make his way over to the bed.

Leah gave him a coy smile, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. Tony crawled onto the bed and pulled her towards him, locking his mouth with hers and kissing her deeply. He slid his arms around her, the comforter falling away from her and her warm skin pressed into his. It didn't take her long to melt into him and they were tumbling backwards into the pillows, his weight fully on top of her. Tony couldn't recall the last time a woman excited him like this, where he wanted to have her again and again.

"I wish you didn't have to go back to Washington today," Leah breathed, her eyes half closed. "I know that we agreed this was just a two week thing… but I don't want it to be."

"Oh, bella, I don't want this to be a two week thing either," Tony sighed, sadly, pressing his lips to hers in a tender kiss.

"So… what do we do now?"

Tony pursed his lips and looked down at her. This was the opening that he needed. She wanted more… his operation wouldn't be blown after all. He kissed her, tenderly. "Now, we move forward. We both want more than two weeks… let's give ourselves more than two weeks."

Leah looked at him seriously, sadly. "But I'm staying here in Paris until the fall… you know what they say about long distance relationships."

"Don't listen to them, bella, we can make it work."

"You really think so?"

He grinned at her, engulfed her into his arms and murmured against her neck while kissing it, "Yeah… I really think so, Miss Benoit."

She pulled back, slightly and shot him a confused look. "Benoit?"

Tony suddenly realized that perhaps in this whole thing he had made some kind of mistake. "It's the name on the plaque out front… I just assumed…"

Leah smiled and shook her head. "Goodness no, the Benoits are friends of the family. They're letting me stay here for the summer so I don't have to shell out money for a hotel room."

Shouldn't Jenny's informants have picked up on this information? He felt like going back to Washington and cursing her out for not getting all the information before sending him here. Of course, this mess was brought around because he had not waited to dive in. Tony scowled at her, thoughts running rampant through his head. Somehow he was going to have to work this angle… perhaps he had found another way in… but you're falling in love with her… it will hurt her. He blinked back his thoughts and let an easy smile cross his face. "Guess before we start anything more than a two week fling we really should… um… divulge a little bit more about ourselves… like full names."

"Actually you've already told me a lot about yourself," Leah said with a smile. "You just never asked those questions about me."

"Ok… I'm asking now," Tony quipped, grinning and cursing inwardly.

"Dawson. My last name is Dawson, I work for the Smithsonian as a historian, they have me here for the summer procuring artifacts for an exhibit this fall," Leah replied.

Tony ran his tongue over his lips. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wanted to come clean with her. Now would be the time, before they got too invested in any kind of relationship… when he could write this off as they had started this as a fling and he didn't think the truth matter… but it matters now. He could tell Jenny "no" when he went back to NCIS… and what… lose your job? Watch as someone not as good as you undercover get the job and the Frog gets away? So this isn't what Jenny wanted… but you can still get the job done and maybe, just maybe keep the girl… "Well then, Ms. Dawson, how about we stop talking for a bit because I have a flight to catch in five hours and I'd like to have one more good time before I go."

Leah smiled at him and pulled him down to her for a kiss. "Okay. I guess I can give you something to remember Paris by."

Jennifer Shepard was anxiously pacing her office. It had been forty minutes since Anthony DiNozzo's plane had landed and he had yet to report in. All her intel suggested that Jeanne Benoit had been in Paris and staying in her father's house. Now, she just needed to know if Rene Benoit had been there as well.

It had been a blessing in disguise really that Jethro Gibbs had "retired" and walked out of NCIS five weeks ago. She never would have been able to get Tony to agree to this undercover mission if Gibbs was still around. Tony was loyal to the old marine to a fault. Jenny probably would have had to threaten Tony's job to get him to take the assignment and then where would she have stood? Most definitely looking at one agent down—Tony would have resigned—and a very, very angry Gibbs—because she would have messed with his precious team once again.

Two quick knocks signaled the arrival of someone. Jenny told them they could come in. Tony moved into the room with a sure stride, dressed in comfortable, casual clothes for his flight. "Did you enjoy Paris?" she asked, pouring herself a midday drink. She offered on to her agent. He declined with the shake of his head. "You look like you could use one."

"Long flight from Paris to Washington," Tony offered, quietly. He rested his body against the chairs in front of her desk, crossing his arms over his chest. "Paris was fine."

"Was she there?" Jenny asked, innocently.

"No," Tony answered, firmly. "The woman your sources saw was a friend of the family. I confirmed it."

Jenny narrowed her eyes on him. "You approached her."

Tony returned her glare. "I felt I had an opening."

"You could have cost us the entire mission!"

"If I had known from the start that she wasn't Benoit's daughter… I wouldn't have approached her. You're sources are terrible, Jenny."

Jenny wanted to punch him in his perfectly, handsome face. She clutched her fists at her sides instead. "They told me she was there."

Tony remained infuriatingly calm. "You heard them wrong. I chatted with one of them before I left Paris… they told me that they had informed you that she might be there and they told you they were going to confirm it before they contacted you again. Apparently, you were quick to pull the trigger, Director. Do you need me for anything else? Or am I free to go?"

"What about the other woman?" she asked.

"What about her?" he countered, defensively.

"I want to know about her. Does she have connections to the Frog?"

"Family friend. That's all I know."

"Is she close to Jeanne?"

"Didn't discuss Jeanne."

Jenny clenched her jaw. "Then what did you talk about?"

Tony shrugged his shoulders. "Not much. Lilies. History of Paris."

"You thought you were romancing Jeanne."

"Didn't have any information to go on but what you had told me."

"Where did you leave it?"

Tony stiffened, visibly. "Where did I leave what?"

Jenny could see that he was trying to avoid something. Had he fallen in love with that other woman? Impossible. He wouldn't be foolish enough to fall in love with a mark even if it turned out not to be his mark. "Are you going to continue… whatever it is you had in Paris?"

For a second, Tony hesitated. "No," he finally whispered. "We decided at the beginning that it was nothing more than a fling. When she revealed she wasn't Jeanne, I decided it was easier to forget about it and move on."

She let her shoulders ease. "Then you cover remains intact."

"It does."

"You can leave now. Go home. Rest. We'll pick up where we left off in the morning."

Tony's brow furrowed before he left, closing the door softly behind him. Jenny sipped her drink and sat down at her desk, twirling her chair around to look out at the view from her window. They might have hit a bump in the road but everything was still in place. She was going to get Benoit if it was the last thing she ever did as an NCIS agent.