"We're late." Tony whined. "They've all already gotten inside." He spotted Abby's vehicle a few cars over in the parking lot. "You should have driven faster, McSlowpoke."
"I can't help it if your car is in the shop, Tony." McGee said irritated. "But, we would have been here earlier if someone hadn't been messing with my GPS. Besides, I have an excellent driving record, because I drive at a reasonable speed and I would like to keep it that way."
"Angel's Alleys" Tony said as a smile crossed his face. "I wonder if there are some beautiful women inside."
"Just because the place has the word 'Angel' in the title does not mean there are Victoria Secret models inside, Tony." McGee said as he got out of the car followed by Tony.
"Ah, but you never know, McGee." Tony said as they walked towards the building. It had a clean, fresh appearance. The building was made of a light stone. The white metal roof stuck out over the sides of the building allowing people to walk underneath it. Angel's Alleys was written in a nice cursive style on the wall. Square white columns stood on the end of the building where the entrance door stood.
"Have you ever even been bowling, Tony?" McGee asked pretty sure that supermodels didn't hang out at the local bowling alley.
"Of course, I've been bowling before." Tony said, giving a small nervous chuckle. "Who hasn't gone bowling at least once?"
"Right" McGee said unconvinced. They stopped right inside the door to look for everyone. The desk where you get your shoes blocked their view of all the lanes.
Tony glanced over to a small alcove over to his left. There was a woman with long, brown, wavy hair quickly getting frustrated with a Coke machine.
"They have to be over there." McGee said.
"Yeah, you go ahead." Tony said not really paying attention.
McGee looked over and saw what Tony was looking at and just shook his head as he walked away.
"You know those things can be tricky sometimes." Tony said as he approached the woman. "You just have to know what to do." He hit the machine in the middle of the "O" and instantly the drink fell to the bottom. Tony reached down picking up the can drink. "Here you go."
"Wow, thanks." The woman said. "That is an impressive skill. I thought you sure if was going to eat my money."
"Not with Anthony Dinozzo around it won't." He said giving her a signature Dinozzo smile.
"Well, hello Anthony Dinozzo. My name is Annabeth Simmons." She stuck her hand out to shake his and he was careful to notice that there was no ring on her hand. "I know this must sound like an awful pick up line, but I don't intend it that way," she said. "Do you come here often? Just curious, in case I need some assistance in the future."
Tony gave a slight laugh. "No, I don't come here much. I'm just here because a friend and colleague of mine, Abby, invited a group of us to bowl with her."
"That wouldn't be Abby Scuito by any chance would it?" Annabeth asked.
Tony smiled instantly disappeared and his face began to pale. "Are you a nun?"
"No, not yet." She answered him. "But, I am thinking about becoming one."
Tony let out a breath, as color began to slowly return to his face. He examined her soft brown eyes, small round face, and long brown hair for moment thinking to himself. She is going to be a nun? "Why?" he asked in an almost pained voice.