Tony helped bring in my numerous bags of groceries. He let me put them away while he made multiple trips. Every time he came through the door, he'd have another goofy line for me. I had to admit, he was cute. He had a shaped body and a sweet ass; toned and tanned but not over the top. It wasn't anything new from the FBI and CIA guys I'd met but something was different about the way he trained his body.

His smile was bright and genuine each time he flashed it. His eyes were playful but definitely caring. He didn't seem like he would ever intentionally hurt someone. Well, not when it came to the women he flirted with.

"Last one." He plopped the bags on the counter.

"Thank you."

"Anything I can do."

"You can compliment my apartment."

He gave himself a quick tour. "It's definitely got character. I've counted at least ten boxes. Very charming."

"I just moved out here a week ago."

"Why the move?"

"Why not?"

"Touché." He circled back into the kitchen. "Anything I can do to help?"

I smiled at him. He really was sweet even if he played this womanizer. It was hard to resist him. "If you really want to help, can you put the cereal and cans in the pantry?"

"Sure thing." He grabbed some stuff. "Any particular place?"

"I think you'll be able to figure it out. If I don't like it, I can move it later."

"Huh." He shrugged a little.

"What?"

"Weird hearing a woman say that."

"I'm not most women you meet."

He put his hands around me. "Definitely."

I could feel my cheeks turning red. I elbowed him lightly and he let go. I smiled a little and so did he.

How can I feel this attracted to a man already? Or is it just that I haven't gotten laid in a long time getting to me? Whatever it was, I couldn't let him think it's ok this quick in the game. If he really wanted to pursue me, he was going to have to prove it.

A few moments later and everything had been put away. He helped clean up the bags then started getting things out for dinner.

"What's on the menu tonight?" I got out two cups and filled them with ice.

"Italian."

"Oh really?"

"It's my specialty."

I giggled. "We'll see. You want something?"

"What do you have?"

"Water, beer, I'm fairly positive I bought lemonade and tea."

"Water's fine. I can't cook drunk."

We laughed. It sounded sweet in the apartment. Almost like he was meant to be there. I gave him his cup and walked over to the TV.

"You like football?" I asked.

"Uh it's only the greatest sport ever."

"Oh good." I flipped through the channels. "I'm fairly sure Redskins are playing tonight."

"Not the greatest team but they'll do."

"It's better than something girly on TBS."

I could hear him chopping away at dinner. I finally found football and turned up the volume. As he cooked, my stomach growled. I sipped water as I cursed at the calls the refs made. Tony would join in very so often on a shitty call but barely said a word.

He looks so familiar. Anthony DiNozzo. It's like déjà vu. I feel like I know him but from where I can't tell. Something kept nagging at me as I glanced at him every so often. He'd smile and I'd smile back but where had I seen him before? He hadn't been in the office when I first arrived at NCIS. No. This felt like I'd known him from years ago. But why?

"Dinner's almost ready." He took something out of the oven. Garlic hit my nose and I swear my mouth was watering.

"It smells wonderful."

"You'll be saying more than that once you taste it."

I took down some plates and handed him things he needed for our meal. I went ahead and set the table while he finished up.

He came by setting things down as they were finished. I refilled our cups before finally sitting down.

"Spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread, handmade sauce? Are you Italian?"

"Actually I am."

"Then you better have proved it with this meal."

"Taste it and you'll find out."

He helped serve dinner. As I swirled pasta on my fork, I could feel his eyes on me. "What are you looking at?"

"I want to see your reaction."

I blushed a little. "You do this for every girl you meet?"

"Only the luck ones."

I took a bite and my mouth practically died.

"Well?" He had this child-like hopeful look on his face.

I swallowed and licked my lips carefully. It was fun to tease him a little. "This is the best Italian I've had since I was a little girl!"

His whole face lit up at my approval. "Told ya. Now dig in before it gets cold."

"Gladly."