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Undercover in Vegas
Chapter Six
by Special Agent Starr

Tim stared as the tall blonde with a slender physique but curves in all the right places wearing a slinky ocean blue cocktail dress, took her drink and resided in on a stool located by the bartender. 'Tony would be drooling all over the place' he thought, this was definitely a woman DiNozzo would chase after. Apparently he himself had been staring a little too long as he felt an elbow dig into his ribs. He let out a huff. Earning looks from others around them including Ms Von. She smiled at him and then took a long sip of her drink through a tiny green straw, keeping her eyes on him the whole time. He smiled back sheepishly; he could feel Abby scowling beside him. Preparing himself for another, and no doubt harder, blow to the ribs he closed his eyes. The bartender began to speak again; he opened his eyes and paid attention.

"Wish I could say the same about you Grease." He addressed the man who had come up after Elaine.

"Oh come on now Frankie, be nice to me, otherwise I won't be so generous with my tip this time." He kidded.

"Hey my man you know I'm just joshing with you!" he said with a smile, "How we doing tonight Mr. Moneybags."

"I'm up 20 grand, and the night is still young my friend still very young… Hey!" he turned toward Abby as she caught his eye. Taking his drink, he walked over to her, and stood beside her.

"You're that gutsy chick from the roulette table, right? Nice move gorgeous, nice move!" he said impressed.

"Thank you…?" Abby said as she extended her hand to him.

"I go by Grease, but you can call me whatever you like," he kissed her hand "beautiful."

'Yeah, grease as in looks like what your hair is dripping with' McGee thought bitterly. This must be the forth wheel of the group. He looked the tan, muscular man dressed in black slacks and a black, button up t-shirt over. He could smell the cheap cologne from where he was sitting; it was enough to make him gag.

"I'm Abigail, nice ink!" she said as she inspected the tattoos that covered his arm.

"I'm going to call you Guts. And a fan of the tats huh, you got any work done yourself? I'd love to see it." He spoke slyly and with a wink.

McGee took this opportunity to clear his throat loudly. Breaking Greases gaze away from Abby and to him.

"And you're the not so lucky one…" Grease said with a small chuckle recognizing him as the man who went after Abby at the table.

Abs grabbed Tim's hand, "This is my fiancé Tim."

Tim smiled as he noticed Grease take a step back from Abby, creating a safe distance between them. 'Maybe this guy has some manners after all.'

"Wow! You may not have much luck at the tables my friend, but in women… Mr. Lucky." He exclaimed, clapping McGee on the shoulder, shaking him gently.

"Looks like his got brains too." An unknown voice sounded behind Tim, causing him to turn.

He was met with a pair of stunning blue eyes and a face he recognized from the screen of the laptop.

"Elaine." Offering her hand to him, she grinned sweetly. He politely shook with her.

"Big E as I like to call her!" Grease added.

Elaine then turned her attention to Abby, "And I don't mean to be rude, Abigail, but don't you mean that you two are married?"

Abs looked confused, she said fiancé didn't she? "No, not yet, we're only engaged." She said holding out her hand, showing the ring.

Elaine let out a full blown laugh, laughing at Abby. "That's funny. Last time I checked the man didn't wear his band until it was put on during the ceremony. My how times must be changing." She continued to laugh.

Abby was floored. She'd been so happy with the idea of being engaged to Timmy and being able to show it off, she hadn't even thought about the proper way things went. She just wanted to show people that he was hers and she was his. What was wrong with that? Who was this bimbo to tell her that there was something wrong with it, let alone laugh at her? She glared at her darkly.

McGee, noticing the serious tension that had sparked between the two women, grabbed Abby's hand and squeezed, hoping to calm her down she looked like she was about to punch Elaine's lights out.

"I like wearing it now. It gives me the chance to show off that I'm taken by the most wonderful woman in the universe!" he tried to remedy the situation, giving Abs a peck on the cheek.

The jealous look earned as his lips touched her skin, did make Abs feel a little better, but was quickly changed back into anger as Big E said. "Oh okay." It wasn't what she said, it was the way she said it and what she did as she said it. She'd rolled her eyes at her as if to really say "Yeah, okay, whatever. You're "engaged" to a complete ditz!"

That did it. Abby stood. "I need to use the ladies room. I'll be right back babe"

Tim was about to stop her when Grease stopped him, "I'll take her bro, I'm heading that way myself anyway, that drink shot right through me. I'll make sure she gets there and back all in one piece. It's just right over there."

McGee could see the doors from where he sat.

And then they were gone.

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"So Tim, how long are you planning on being here in Vegas?" Elaine asked. As soon as Abby was out of sight she had moved closer to him.

"About a week" he answered, nervously.

"Oh, sounds fun. Here for any particular reason or just here to have a good time?" she pried.

"Just here to have fun." He tried to stay cool, but Elaine was making him uncomfortable.

"Are you two staying near the casino?"

"Yeah we're just a few blocks away."

"Oh really, so am I!" her blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

He simply nodded but then jumped as he felt a hand brush against his leg.

"I can imagine how boring it must have to drag her around with you. You can't be serious about really considering marrying her, can you? A sweet, smart, handsome man such as yourself needs a real woman. One who knows how to please a man and treat him right. She may have luck with gambling but luck with brains, she must've missed that, unlike you."

She took out a pen from her purse and a napkin from the table and began writing on it. She folded the napkin up and slid it into his pocket, her hand lingering for quite awhile. She placed her lips to his ear, and whispered to him, making sure her body was close to his.

"There is my hotel and the room number; you want a good time baby? You come and see me. Leave that dingbat behind." She said seductively.

McGee was shocked. Clearly it wasn't going to be Grease he would have to worry about coming on to Abby. He seemed to respect the fact that they were "engaged". Unlike the woman who was against him now.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Abby and Grease making their way back towards the bar. He cleared his throat hoping that would tell her to back off, before they got caught and there was an all out catfight.

She backed away smiling as Abby approached.

"Honey, I'm not feeling too well. Can we go back to the room now?" she said faking an ill tone.

"Of course" McGee nodded; he wanted to get out of there too.

"It was a pleasure meeting you Grease." She said only giving Elaine a glance.

"You too, Guts. Hope you feel better soon. Take care of her Mr. Lucky, looking forward to seeing the two of you again." He said truthfully. He liked them a lot. Especially Guts.

"Goodnight Tim!" Elaine called after them as they turned to leave.

"Night Elaine" he said kindly.

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"I really, really, really, really, don't like her!" Abby growled as soon as they got in the room. She was pacing back and forth, the anger still evident, the illness act gone.

"Abs calm down, she was just trying to get under your skin."

"Yeah well, it worked!"

She was obviously getting more upset thinking about it.

"And you flirting with her, certainly didn't help!" she pointed at him.

"Me?! I wasn't flirting with her!" he defended.

"Oh please McGee! She was practically giving you a lap dance when I came out of the restroom!" she accused. "I saw how attractive she is even though she's a complete bitch!" she spat.

"Abby that's not nice!" though Elaine had said pretty much the same things about her.

He walked over to her and stopped her pacing by standing in front of her. Waiting until she looked at him, he said, "Abby you have nothing to be jealous about."

"I'm not jealous of her McGee!"

"Then why are you so upset?" he wondered.

"Because she tried to make me look like an idiot Tim." She confessed a little quieter.

"Well she does have a point Abs. I'm not supposed to be wearing my ring yet."

That was clearly the wrong thing to say.

He watched as Abby stomped the remaining distance between them, grabbed his hand, and looked at him.

He could see the anger blazing in her eyes but behind that he could also see the hurt. Before he could say or do anything he felt the band disappear from his finger.

"There! Problem solved!" and she turned away from him.

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