Here is chapter two. This chapter will mostly be Katya and Tony's date. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I, once again, attempted to think like Tony. I own nothing but my OCs and ideas...unfortunately.
PS: I seemed to leave out the fact that Katya knows Russian so all in all, Katya knows ten languages.

Recap: Katya arrived at NCIS to translate for them on a case. Tony asked her out before she could ask him out.

Beautiful Flower

"What are you so happy about, Tony?"

"Well, Ziva, you're looking at a man with a date tonight." I took some breath spray out of my drawer and made good use of it. "Take a good look, McGee. Study what you will never look like in this lifetime."

"Does Gibbs know, Tony?" I was about to open my mouth to say something but Gibbs walked through the room with a stack of papers in his hand. I sat down, hoping Gibbs would give me the go ahead to leave. It didn't happen often but you can always ask for miracles.

"Go ahead, DiNozzo."

"Thanks, boss." I stood up, grabbed my jacket and headed towards the elevator. I got to my car and sped home so that I could change out of my relatively smelly suit that I wore to work. I ran into my apartment, bolted to the shower and was finished all in about fifteen minutes. "Hmm, new record." I toweled off my hair and chose something suitable for a date with a gorgeous blonde. I had just finished button my blue shirt when my phone rang. I grabbed it quickly and smiled when I saw it was Katya. "Hello?"

"Tony? I just wanted to make sure I had the time right."

"Seven-thirty is right, Katya." I glanced at my watch and grimaced when I saw I was running a little late. "I'm leaving now."

"Alright. I'll be ready. You remember the address, right?"

"Sure do. I'll be there soon."

"Bye."

"Bye." I hung up my phone and quickly headed out to my car. I arrived at Katya's house in no time and quickly headed to her front door. I was about to knock when I heard a robotic voice say something. I turned around but no one was there.

"This way, sir." I turned to see a rather large robotic eye staring at me, or what I thought to be the equivalent of an eye. "Thank you. Ms. Dietrich should be ready momentarily. Please place your hand on the scanner, sir." I shrugged and placed my hand on the scanner that was embedded in the door. "Ah, Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo. Please come in." The door opened and my eyebrows shot into my hairline. Interesting. I walked into what looked like Katya's living room and patiently waited for Katya to show up. "Thirsty, sir?"

"Yes, actually. What-" Before I could get the rest of my question out, an ice bucket with a bottle of very cold water seemed to materialize. "Water?"

"We can't have you driving under the influence, sir." Good point, weird talking house. "My name is Mal, sir." Whoa, can he read my mind?

"So what exactly are you...Mal?"

"He's my security system." I turned towards the sound of Katya's voice and my jaw dropped, along with the water from my hand. I jumped at the sound of the bottle hitting the floor but my attention soon went back to Katya and her dress. It was a strapless, fitted, purple printed cocktail dress that ended right above her knee. Her blonde hair was draped over her left shoulder and there was what looked like a rhinestone studded headband in her hair along with a silver clip to hold her ponytail in place. She had light purple flower shaped dangle earrings and a matching ring. There was a silver tennis bracelet on her left wrist that looked expensive and made me question how she got it; interpreters don't make that much money, do they? "Something wrong, Tony?"

"I think he's speechless, ma'am." She giggled and I just made a face.

"Mal's right, actually. You look...amazing."

"Thank you, Tony."

"Sorry about the water."

"It won't stain, Tony. It's fine."

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to ruin your floors. They look...expensive." She laughed and I couldn't hold back a smile.

"They are but they won't get ruined, honest. Are you ready, Tony?"

"Yes, I am. Do you have a jacket? It might be chilly out there." I watched her walk over to her closet, grab a light grey sweater and button it up. "Ready?"

"Yes, Tony." She walked over to what looked like a security panel, hit a few buttons and walked back over to me. "Shall we?"

"We shall." I looped her arm in mine and we walked out to my car, after Katya locked her door behind us. I drove us to a quiet little restaurant, parking the car and shutting it off before rushing to Katya's door to open it for her.

"At least chivalry isn't dead." I helped her out of the car and looped her arm in mine as we walked into the restaurant. I asked for a table relatively secluded so that we could have our privacy. The waiter took our drink orders, leaving us in silence for a few minutes before I decided to speak up.

"So, how did you get on this case?"

"We're talking about work, Tony? That's rather odd." She took a sip out of her glass and I swallowed hard at the look she was giving me.

"Fair enough." I cleared my throat and tried to think of something to talk about.

"Where are you from, Tony?"

"Baltimore. I used to be a cop there before I joined NCIS. How about you? Katya doesn't sound like a very American name and I detect a slight accent." She smiled and took a sip of her drink.

"I was born in Germany and moved here when I was eighteen."

"Really? Couldn't wait to leave?"

"I grew up in a difficult family and around very unsavory characters. Moving to America was like a godsend." She took another sip out of her glass and I could detect some underlying pain at the memories that were getting stirred up by our conversation. I took the initiative to change the subject to the best of my abilities.

"What made you get into, um, interpreting?"

"I learned many languages in the thirteen years of school."

"Thirteen?"

"Yes. In Germany, there are thirteen years of school instead of twelve. We learn many languages too, Tony."

"How many languages do you know, Katya?"

"Nine." I nearly choked on my drink, blown away at how many languages Katya knew.

"Nine?" She nodded and took another sip of her drink. "Which ones?" Our appetizer arrived and I started to eat while Katya explained her knowledge of nine different languages.

"French, German, Portuguese, Spanish, Italian, Latin, Egyptian, Polish and Chinese. German is a giveaway, obviously. Italian and French I picked up in school around fifth grade. Portuguese, I picked up from an old boyfriend a very long time ago."

"Portuguese from old boyfriend? I've never heard that one before." Katya shrugged while she took a drink from her glass.

"I almost forgot one, Tony. I also know Russian."

"That's ten languages, Katya. Impressive."

"Thank you, Tony." I don't know if Katya was doing it intentionally but the way she was eating was sending all my blood rushing south at an alarming rate. Dinner continued with small talk and Katya ordered dessert. "Are you sure you don't want anything for dessert, Tony?"

"I'm full, actually."

"Alright, Tony." Katya's dessert arrived and I watched as she slowly ate her slice of cake. Underneath the table, I was clutching desperately at my napkin. I don't know if she was aware or if she was doing it on purpose but Katya was eating her cake in the most sensual way possible. When Katya finally finished her slice of cake, I flagged down the waiter and paid quickly so we could leave. I drove Katya back to her house and I was going to just say goodbye and leave but Katya invited me inside. "I want to do something that I haven't done with anyone before, Tony." My mind was telling me not to over-think the situation but my pants were telling me something completely different. Katya led me downstairs to what looked like a huge control panel. "I'm going to put you in my security system."

"Meaning?"

"It means that you will be allowed into my house just by putting your hand on the scanner outside. No big fuss or interrogation at my door by Mal." She typed something into the computer and then placed my hand on a secondary scanner. After a few seconds, the scan had completed and Katya gave me my hand back.

"So how many people have you done that for?"

"Including you?" I nodded. "One." Katya grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. Wow, I must have made a great first impression.

-FIN-

That is it for this chapter. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I liked attempting to think like Tony. I apologize for the wait and fizzly ending. Next one will be out soon.
PS: Katya's security system has the voice of Paul Bettany, kind of like Iron Man. I couldn't resist : P