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..."It's ok," he reassured her. "You'll tell me eventually." He smiled at her and she smiled back.

As they continued to sit in silence, simply enjoying each other's company, Kelly's mind began to wonder, back to a month ago in Abby's Lab...

"Abby this music is AWESOME!" Kelly yelled over the music at her newly formed friend. Albeit, she still had to wear a bell around her neck, but somehow she managed to pull it of. She made it look more like a fashion statement than a tracking device.

"I KNOW, RIGHT!" Abby yelled back. She had been adding a lot of new music to her iPod lately, trying to refresh herself. Now, not only was there Collide, Android Lust, Green Satan, but more! Some with Techno, others with Heavy Metal beats like P.O. Box 666 and The Naked Bee, to name a few.

"So," Kelly began as the music was slowly fading out. "How was your date with McGee last night?" She asked coily.

"McGee? Date? WHAT?" Abby stuttered.

"Oh! Come On! I saw you two leaving together last night. So, what did you do?" Kelly was full out pushing now, but she and Abby were getting close and it was about time they shared some secrets.

"Nothing," Abby answered. "McGee and I..." She paused. "We had a relationship, a short one, but a relationship nonetheless." She was hoping that would satisfy Kelly's curoisity but she noticed it hadn't. "We just went to his place and watched a movie, that's all. It's sort of a tradition," she finished, sounding defeated.

"Aww... You two are really cute together. As friends or a couple, whatever," Kelly told her smiling.

"Wait!" Abby exclaimed. "Why are you so interested in what happened between me and McGee?" She gasped. "Do you like him?" She turned the conversation back on Kelly now.

"What? No!" Kelly was stunned. 'How did she come to that conclusion?' She thought. "No, I don't like McGee like that," She added. "Besides..." She started to add but decided it was probably best she didn't continue. She wasn't completely sure yet and didn't want to mess anything up.

"Besides what?" Now that she had gotten Abby started on girl talk, she was extremely interested.

"Nothing, just... Never-mind," Kelly mumbled, getting up from the floor, where she had been listening to the music holding Bert.

"Uh-Huh! You are not about to act like you were going to say something and then walk out on me!" Abby exclaimed comically. "Now, you tell me what it is you're 'Besiding'!" She ended her little fake tirade.

Kelly couldn't help but chuckle at the way Abby was flailing her hands like a college girl about to say 'Oh No You Di'ent' . "Fine! Ok. You win." Kelly yielded to her command.

"I was going to say 'Besides I already think I like someone else,'" Kelly answered, trying to avoid the question, or word really, that was to follow. She didn't.

"Who?" Abby's face lit up like the 4th of July, begging Kelly to continue. "Come On! You can tell me," she continued. Abby wasn't blind, and she thought she had a pretty good idea of who it could be.

Kelly sighed. She was starting to think this had been a terrible idea, but she told Abby everything...

Suddenly, sitting there in Waffle House with Palmer, she realized exactly why she was so upset around Vincent. The sad thing was that it had nothing to do with him. It was all her problem. Conflicted ,her mind started to race, 'So do I tell Palmer? Do I tell Vincent? Should I talk to Abby about it? I have to get out of here!' Kelly shot up out of her seat, forcing Palmer to jump and then follow her movement.

"I have to go," she told him and turned to get her jacket. "I'm sorry."

"Is everything ok?" Palmer asked her, puzzled. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No!" She shouted, a little to loudly, causing people to notice them. "I've just got some things I have to do. I forgot about it I guess."

"OK," he told her "Just be careful out there."

"I will," she told him with a smile and then headed out into the cold night air.

Kelly knew what Vance wanted her to do. Infiltrate. Get in, get the information he needed, and get out. Nothing more. So when everyone was wrapping up their busy work day, Kelly headed over to where she thought Vincent was. She found him sitting at his desk which was covered in papers, much like hers had been her first day, and took a seat next to him.

"Need some help?" she asked politely.

"Nah, I'm good," he told her. Looking up at her, he noticed how pretty she was. Not the typical pretty most would expect but naturally beautiful. Light brown hair that fell just below her shoulders, big hazel eyes that looked as if they didn't belong in this building to be interrogated much less be interrogating someone else, but the part he found most interesting was the way she held herself. She wasn't cocky, most likely because she didn't realize how pretty she was. He had also noticed early how easily she was able to give a sarcastic reply, from listening in on her coversations with Tony, and she seemed to honestly want to do good. This was what made him want to trust her, yet he still had a little voice in the back of his head, forcing him to question whether she was truly being kind to him or if she had learned about his past. He tried to hold back from asking her, but as he watched her pick up some papers, even though he had just told her he didn't need any help, and sort through it , 'Man that girl must have a system or something', he couldn't hold back any longer, he had to ask.

"I know what you're doing," he told her seriously.

"What?" Kelly looked puzzled. She looked down at the paper's in her hand. "Oh! This! I have a system," she told him smiling.

"No," his voice going cold. "I'm not talking about the papers. Vance told you something about me didn't he?"

Kelly said the first thing that came to mind. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes you do. Vance told you to watch me." Vincent was starting to get irritated. He couldn't believe they would hold his past against him like this.

"You've got to understand," Kelly tried to explain. "It's not just you, it's all the interns"

"But you're an intern yourself aren't you?" Vincent replied.

"Yes, but... Look, I'm just doing what Vance asked me to do." The last thing Kelly wanted was to ruin her chances of helping before getting a chance to learn anything.

"I understand," he said, his voice becoming less cold and more sincere.

"You do?" Kelly asked, puzzled. Wasn't he just yelling at her about it and now he's telling her he understands?

"Yeah, as long as you're not going to try and blame me the moment you think you have something."

"I promise I wont do that," she said with a smile.

"Maybe, she was kidnapped and had to learn Spanish to get out of her situation." Tony was rambling on while he was sitting at his desk throwing paper wads at McGee.

"Or maybe she just learned it in school," McGee rebutted.

"Or maybe a group of Spanish guys at her school were hitting on her and the only way she could get them to stop was to tell them off in their own language?" Tony added to his already long list of ridiculous conceptions.

"This is getting out of control," Ziva butted in. "Why don't you just ask the girl when she comes in?"

"Because that's beside the point," he informed her. "You see Zee-va, it's funner..."

"Funner is not a word Tony," Ziva interrupted.

Tony sighed. "Fine, It's "more fun" to..." he paused for a moment.

"More fun to what?" Kelly asked as she walked into the bullpen.

"Tony is wondering how you learned Spanish," Ziva asked politely.

"Oh, so more fun to guess right?" Kelly questioned Tony with a smirk.

"If you must know," Kelly started. "I was lost as a kid and found my way to Mexico. There, I had to learn their native language while learning the culture. Thankfully, I found a family willing to shelter and feed me. Then, as soon as I turned 18, I moved back home, only to have to learn my native language all over again and be disowned by my family."

Tony thought her answer over for a minute. A minute longer than he really should have needed, making Kelly, Ziva, and McGee to burst into laughter. As a result, Kelly received yet another slap to the back of the head.

"What've ya got DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked as he stormed into the Bullpen.

"Alphonso's alibi checked out. He was with his mom all night. They were watching the TCM channel until 10, which was long past when the girl was taken." You couldn't help but see the glow in Tony's face as he though about what movies they could've been watching.

McGee, who was sitting behind his desk enthralled in his computer, suddenly perked up. He got out of his seat and grabbed the remote for the TV screen from DiNozzo, who had only been holding it to look like he was doing something in case Gibbs walked in on them, and turned the TV on. Directing everyone's attention to the screen, the team saw the security footage from a nearby gas station. McGee pointed to a man walking into the building, fast-forwarded it to him walking out, and paused it right before he turned his head to the door. Zooming it in, he got a clear picture of his face.

"Look!" McGee exclaimed as he brought up the Naval Service Record and photo of the man, comparing the two pictures.

"Well, he just shot himself in the the toe, yes?" Ziva quipped.

"Foot," Tony corrected her. "And yes, yes he did."

Bum Bum BUM! Haha. . .You'll just have to stick around to see who it is on the camera :)