FOUR.

Undercover, Part II.

"Gibbs, I'm older than Violet. I can do it," Kate said as they stood in the squad room. It had only been a few months, but she had become very attached to the younger girl.

"No, Kate," Gibbs said seriously, "I want Violet to do it."

"Why do you want Violet to do it? She's the youngest of the entire team, she could die, Gibbs," Kate added in an undertone.

"Because Violet knows how crime families work," Gibbs said, "You heard her telling you herself that she could list New York Mafioso's for you, she's had experience, and she's a big girl, Kate, I'm pretty sure she can handle herself."

"Du-dun-du-da!" Abby said, "Introducing, the new and improved, Violet Monroe!"

The elevator doors opened and Violet stepped out.

"Oh, my god." Tony mumbled, his mouth hanging open.

It was Violet, but she didn't look much like Violet anymore. She was wearing knee-high, high-heel, shiny, black leather boots, with electric blue fishnet tights, a short, black leather mini-dress, with her nails painted the same color blue as her fishnets. Her long dark hair was hanging in loose curls, as she wore several silver bangles on her wrists, and large silver hoops in her ears. Her eye make-up had obviously been done by Abby, as it was dark navy and very dramatic, and she was wearing dark red lipstick that made her teeth look even whiter.

"Oh, god." Tony repeated, trying not to stare, but unable to stop himself.

Abby wolf-whistled and Kate looked surprised, "Wow, Violet."

Violet looked uncomfortable, "Do I make a convincing call girl?"

Tony wordlessly opened and closed his mouth, and Gibbs said, "Monroe. You look good."

Violet looked surprised, "Really?"

Gibbs nodded and then said, "You know what you're doing?"

"Agreeing to anything he says, pretty much, acting like I've been a call girl my whole life, acting like I have no personal standards at all, basically." Violet said.

"Exactly." Gibbs nodded, "Do you know what you're going to say to Cantoni?"

"Nothing?" Violet responded.

"And why are you going to say nothing, Monroe?"

"Because he runs a service that provides woman as a product, not as a person. He's probably got some serious issues, which most likely include being masochistic, and a sexual deviant," Violet listed off.

Gibbs almost smiled, "Good girl." He then looked at her, "Do you have a weapon in case anything goes bad?"

"Gibbs, does it look like I can conceal a weapon in this outfit?" Violet motioned to her tight dress. Tony almost laughed, and Gibbs coughed uncomfortably.

"I'll be fine, Gibbs," Violet stated.

"I never said you wouldn't be okay," Gibbs told her, and added in an undertone, "Mac told me about what happened with the Tanglewood Boys though—"

"The Tanglewood Boys don't have anything to do with this," Violet stated, her blue eyes flashing, "I can handle myself."

"Okay, Monroe," He nodded, "You know what you're doing." He looked at the group, "Okay, here's the deal. Tony and I are going to take Violet, Tony will be doing the actual "delivery" of her to Junior Cantoni. Kate, you and Abby are going to stay here and track her and make sure nothing happens. Are we clear?"

Everyone nodded, and Abby suddenly moved forward and hugged Violet tightly, "Be careful, okay?"

"I'll be careful," Violet responded.

"Promise?" Abby looked at Violet suspiciously.

Violet raised her hands to show her fingers weren't crossed, "I promise."

"Hold on, Monroe," Gibbs said, "Show me your hand."

"Why?" Violet asked, but she did it anyways.

"The ring," Gibbs pointed to the large silver sapphire ring that had made it's home on the ring finger of Violet's left hand.

"What about it?" Violet looked down at it, then back at her boss.

"You can't wear it."

"Excuse me?" Violet raised her eyebrows.

"You can't wear a ring that expensive looking, or on that finger," Gibbs said.

"But I always wear this ring, Gibbs." Violet stated, "I never take it off."

"Well, you're going to have to take it off now." Gibbs said, and he held out his open hand.

Violet sighed and slid the ring off her finger, and handed it to her boss, "I'm just warning you, if you lose this, I might have to kill you."

"I won't lose it, Monroe." Gibbs informed her, and he put it in his pocket, "Now, let's go."

15 minutes later, Violet was biting on her lip as Tony led her in.

"Are you gonna make it, Monroe?" Tony asked.

"I'll be fine." Violet responded a little too quickly.

"So why did Gibbs choose you and not Kate?"

"Why don't you ask Gibbs?" Violet replied with another question, "And why do you even care?"

"Sorry for worrying about you," Tony said, rolling his blue eyes.

Violet looked at him with her own blue eyes, which looked even more blue than usual with the dark make-up, "You're worried about me?"

"Yeah," Tony nodded, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, DiNozzo, we kind of hate each other 75 percent of the time." Violet shrugged.

Tony didn't have time to respond, as he knocked on the door of Junior's Girls, and a tall guy who was losing his black hair opened the door. Violet didn't know him, but something about him seemed familiar, and made all the hairs on her back stand up, "Can I help you?"

"Is this Junior's Girls?" Tony asked.

"It all depends on who's asking,"

"Well, I am Anthony Vega, and I'm here to make a… delivery to Mr. Cantoni."

"Oh? Well, that is different," The balding man said, "I'm Vinnie, Junior's cousin. Junior just stepped out, but he should be back soon. Please come in, Mr. Vega."

Tony nodded, and put an arm around Violet's waist, leading her inside.

"And what is this fine young lady's name?"

"This is Veronica de la Crois," Tony said, "She's one of my best girls."

"I can tell." Vinnie nodded, "Such a pretty girl." He touched Violet's hair and Tony resisted the urge to stand up and punch Vinnie in the face.

A second man entered the room. He and Vinnie looked similar, though he had more hair and more of a commanding air about him.

"Mr. Vega, I presume," He nodded at him, "I'm Junior Cantoni."

"Pleasure," Tony said, "This is your delivery. I'm sure you'll find her to your liking."

Junior looking Violet over carefully, "Beautiful," He said, "Truly beautiful… like a china doll." He cupped her chin and tilted it upwards, "Beautiful." He said again, "What's your name, mia bella donna?"

"Veronica," Violet said softly.

"Like the Elvis Costello song," Junior nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Vega. We'll take the best care of her."

That's what I'm afraid of, Tony thought. "Not a problem, Mr. Cantoni. It was a pleasure doing business with you." He stood and shook hands with Vinnie and Junior, and gave Violet and encouraging look, hoping to God as he walked out, that he would see Violet again.

Sorry it's been so long you guys, life has been pretty hectic here, but since it was Spring Break this past week, I finally had a chance to get some writing done. Thank you so much for your reviews, please keep it up!