Gibbs sat at his desk, the paper with Maggie's phone numbers written on it in his hand. He stared at it for a few minutes and wondered what he should do. She did give him her number. He did give her his numbers. Even the house number. That was a new one for him.

"Something bothering you boss?"

Gibbs looked over at McGee, whose fingers were posed over his keyboard.

"Nope." Gibbs shook his head and looked back down at the paper in his hands.

"That for the case boss?" DiNozzo chirped in from his desk. "Anything I can take care of?"

Gibbs folded the paper and put it back into his jacket pocket. He stood up and walked out of the bullpen to go down and see if Ducky had any news on the murder victim they'd just brought in.

"Take that as a no." Tony watched Gibbs walk over to the elevator. "Anyone else think Gibbs is distracted?"

Ziva looked up from her computer and watched Gibbs step into the elevator. "Looks right as pain to me."

"Rain…its right as rain." Tony corrected Ziva.

She made a dismissive gesture with her hand. "Potato Potahto."

Gibbs stopped the elevator between floors and took the paper out again. He looked down at Maggie's phone numbers written in her neat script. He took out his phone, flipped it open and dialed the home number and then paused before pressing send. After a moment of indecision, he snapped the phone shut and turned the elevator back on. As it descended down to the basement, he reached back and smacked himself on the head. He needed a wakeup call and needed to decide whether to be alone or take a chance again. His head wanted the former but his gut…well his gut was all for the later.

Maggie stood up in the middle of her shower and stretched her back out. As much as she was going to love her new shower when it was done, right now she hated how it was making her body feel. Her lower back had a huge knot in it and her shoulders hurt from carrying the tiles up from the garage. She stepped out of the large walk in area and moved over to the cup of coffee she'd left on the window sill. She took a long sip of the hot bold liquid and closed her eyes as it warmed her body. She'd always loved her coffee extra light with lots of sugar when she was younger. Maggie smiled at the memory of her late husband James and how he would tease her when she'd get "Milk and sugar with a hint of coffee." Eventually over time, Maggie learned to like her coffee black, just like James had. While she'd experiment with different flavors and tastes, James always stuck with plain old black coffee.

Finishing her cup of coffee, Maggie walked down to the kitchen for a fresh cup before she went back to work on the shower. She put her favorite Marine Mom mug under the drip in her Keurig, popped a Pacific Island blend into the top and waited for the machine to key up to brew.

"Woof."

Maggie looked down at her roommate Freckles, her 3 year old Pitt Bull Dalmatian mix. Freckles woofed again as she sat looking up expectantly at Maggie.

"You need to go out?"

Freckles tail wagged faster on the floor and turned her head toward the kitchen door. Maggie reached down and scratched Freckles behind her crooked ear before pressing the brew button on the Keurig.

"Let's go." Maggie walked over to the door and opened it. Freckles bound out the door and into the back yard racing to her corner to find her favorite toy.

After grabbing her freshly brewed cup of coffee, Maggie walked back out onto the porch and sat down on the stairs. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the paper she'd been keeping there since the day before.

Jethro Gibbs C:555-555-55555 H:555-555-55555

Maggie had actually picked up the phone once or twice during the day to call and leave a message on his home phone. She figured if he worked during the day she'd leave a message and see what happened next. But each time she did, she never pressed the send button on her phone. She'd felt like a teenage girl with her crushes phone number. Giddy to have it but scared to use it. Kind of like when she and James met in high school. And that is what stopped her this time. Yeah, she'd dated other men in the years since James had died, but none of them gave her the butterflies that she'd felt in her stomach when she dialed the number.

"Okay Freckles." Maggie stood up and called the dog back inside. "I have a shower head to get hooked up or there will be no showering for me."

It was late, well past 8pm and Gibbs still sat at his desk. He wasn't looking forward to take out again tonight alone and if he wanted to eat at all, he'd have to stop for milk for his cereal. He'd used the last up yesterday.

"Boss…you need anything else before I go?" McGee asked as he stood to leave.

"Yeah. A quick favor." Gibbs reached into his pocket and pulled out Maggie's phone numbers. "Can you see if you can find the street address for this number? It's a new number."

"Sure thing Boss." McGee said as Gibbs handed him the number. "I just need to access the data base."

Click Click Click

McGee typed in the phone number written next to the letter H on the paper. He noticed that the handwriting was distinctly feminine as the computer did it's magic to locate the address associated with the number.

"Is this about the case Boss?" McGee glanced slightly over his shoulder to where Gibbs was leaning behind him.

"Nope."

McGee knew not to push any further, this was obviously personal and the Boss never answered personal questions. How many years had they worked together before McGee, Tony and Ziva even knew Gibbs had a wife and daughter who had died. Hell, he knew more about Ziva's personal life than he knew about Gibbs'.

"Ah here you go." McGee wrote the address down on a post it note and handed it to Gibbs.

"Good work McGee." Gibbs patted McGee on the shoulder. "Go home, get some sleep."

Maggie stood on a step stool in her shower. One hand held the shower head, one held the wrench. She'd managed to install the shower head and now was making sure it was secure. Satisfied it wasn't going to fall off; she stepped down off the stool and pulled it out of the shower.

"Here goes nothing."

Maggie reached in and turned the shower faucet on. The water spurted out at first and then began to flow at a normal rate.

"Not bad Sullivan." Maggie congratulated herself.

And then the shower head began to shudder.

"What the…"

Maggie didn't get to finish the sentence. The shower head burst spraying her with water. Maggie sputtered and tried to block the water with one hand while the other blindly reached for the knob to turn the water off.

She cursed as she reached for the nearest dry towel and wiped her face off. She was just about to move the step stool back into the shower to check what she had done wrong when her doorbell rang.

"Seriously? Now what?"

Maggie slid a little as she walked down the hallway to the stairs, her jeans and sneakers sopping wet.

"Freck…stop barking." She called to the dog who was facing the front door.

Maggie pulled the curtain aside and was completely shocked at who was standing there. She smiled, turned the deadbolt and put her hand down to the dog.

"Freckles, stay."

Gibbs started to laugh when Maggie opened the door all the way.

"You know…Most people take their clothes off when they shower." He grinned at her. "Looks like you could use some help."