A/N: I love everyone reading my story so much, thank you! Special thanks to Anishine and Abbi4Raie for adding my story to favorites! Sorry it's taken awhile, I've been suffering from creative stifling and school but I'm sure you've already seen the excuses card played so let's get on to the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS but a hug from McGee would suffice. Minor swear ahead.

The trio turned into the café and took a table. Tim ordered three coffees at the counter and returned to their chairs. Camilla and Ginny thanked him, accepting their drinks.

"What made you two decide to go into computers?" Tim asked them.

"I like numbers. They're very definitive, very exact. Numbers are an oxymoron—they're variable and stable at the same time. Something so contradictory was appealing to me" Ginny replied.

"Interesting." Tim peered at her curiously.

"Don't even bother to try and interpret that into who I am as a person. It won't work." Tim laughed.

"Don't worry—I'll figure out who you are some other way" He responded. Camilla gave a low wolf whistle then she and Ginny fell into a bout of laughter. Tim blushed a shade of red that would put a tomato to shame.

"I didn't mean it like that." He clarified quietly, embarrassed.

"It's alright; I didn't take it that way." Ginny reassured him.

"What about you, Lily? Why did you get into computers?" Tim brought the conversation back to its original focus, steering it away from himself. Camilla shrugged.

"With technology, life becomes easier. I wanted to be on the forefront" she replied simply. "Now tell us about the good doctors—what's it like working for them?"

"Dr. Ferris is more imaginative and whimsical. George and Laura—they were the permanent assistants—and I call him the Wizard of Oz."

"He does seem like the type of guy to get in a hot air balloon and float over the rainbow." Camilla commented.

"If he could prove Oz existed I'm sure he would. Dr. Priam is more professional," Tim continued. "He's much more demanding, thus he has two assistants. He tends to be all business and very goal-oriented."

"Oh joy." Ginny remarked sarcastically. Tim chuckled.

"Don't worry—it's not all that bad. Between the two of us, we should be able to divide up the work pretty easily. Though, there was a week when George was visiting his brother and I was left alone to do the work. By lunch I was absolutely exhausted, so I asked Laura to take over for a moment while I dozed in the break room. The instant my eyelids closed I was knocked out. Being the helpful, kind person she was, Laura continued to do my work for over an hour. Dr. Priam was in his office, concentrating on the project, so he never noticed my absence. Dr. Priam tends to do that—he'll shut himself away in that room for hours on end, coming out periodically to check on our progress. I honestly think Dr. Ferris didn't notice Laura was doing twice the work that day—he always seems to be off somewhere in Oz. When Dr. Priam finally came out he was furious. I remember crashing to the floor off the break room table when he slammed in. I was cleaning floors for a month before I could go back to regular work. George called me The Great Narcoleptic for ages after that. He still sometimes refers to me by that name." Camilla and Ginny chortled, imagining a startled Tim looking up at Dr. Priam from the floor.

"Don't bail on me, I won't last an hour!" Ginny teased. As the three sipped their coffee Tim dove into another humorous story. When he finished, the last strains of twilight were painting the street with their faint glow.

"You are quite the storyteller Tim. I wish I could hear more but it's getting late—Ginny and I should probably be on our way." Camilla excused herself.

"Thanks for the coffee—I hope we can do it again!" Ginny called over her shoulder as she left the café.

"Welcome. I enjoyed meeting you. See you tomorrow." Tim's voice faded as the two girls disappeared onto the street. Grinning pleasurably, he headed towards his apartment. He was looking forward to work the next day.

Camilla shut the door to their hotel room and threw her coat over the sofa.

"Computers are exhausting." She grumbled, following her coat onto the couch. Ginny emerged from the bedroom a few minutes later in a Phantom of the Opera T-shirt and black sweat pants.

"Get used to it. We're going to be here a while." She plopped down next to Camilla.

"Speaking of which, what did you think of Tim?" Camilla questioned.

"He's kind of cute. Definitely smart too, and very sweet—he's not bad for an undercover assignment" Ginny replied.

"Remember those guys we had to date in Moscow? They went on and on about their ex-girlfriends—what they looked like, their interests, how far they got. I wanted to shoot myself." Ginny nodded in remembrance.

"We deserve an Oscar for that." She sighed with fatigue. The beginning of a mission was always draining—looking at the days stretching ahead, thinking of all the lies and deceit, the manipulation and circumvention to come. They were constantly on their toes, waiting for something to go wrong. It was an exhausting job. Not to mention this particular operation required the pair to be at computers five days a week. Technology was not their forte. It was difficult for two hyper-aware spies to sit in front of a monitor for hours on end. Spies were trained to be in constant motion, always taking evasive action. 'Immobile' didn't exist in their world. They were like sharks—swim or sink.

"Want to order take-out?" Camilla asked, kicking off her heels.

"Do we really have a choice? We never bought any food."

"Good point. I'll order pepperoni." Camilla grabbed her phone. Ginny grabbed the television remote and began flicking through channels. When Camilla hung up Ginny had found a movie—27 Dresses. The pizza boy arrived and the two best friends settled down to a night of greasy fast-food and a chic flic. The danger of undercover operations was insanity. The agent got in too deep, became immersed in the fabrications, and lost it. They become enshrouded in a vale of depression, a feeling their life was meaningless and they had no identity. Thus, comedy movie nights were born. Camilla and Ginny decided they did not want to become suicidal so at every opportunity they picked a comedy and watched it. Laughing was definitely the best medicine.

By the time the movie ended it was nearing midnight. Yawning, Camilla pulled herself off the sofa and plodded to the bedroom.

"G'night. See you tomorrow. I'll try not to laugh when you flirt." A few seconds later Ginny heard a thump as Camilla flung herself onto the bed. Following suit, Ginny crawled into the other twin bed. Sleep rained upon her and she was tumbling into the world of dreams within moments.

Again, I'm very insecure about writing romances so if you could help me, telling me if you think it is going at a natural pace or not, that would be great. I have an interesting-ish poll on my profile that you all should definitely visit. Also, if sharks stop swimming they die. I have no idea why, but it's true. Now Review!