A/N: Finally updated this story after what seems like forever

Disclaimer: Not mine, at all….ever

The Mummy and His Money - Chapter 11 - Teeing off Toner

Caitlin had found Petty Officer Toner, she was playing golf. Kate decided not to use a golf cart, she would walk instead. It was a nice day anyway and it's not like PO Toner would be going anywhere anytime soon: golf was a slow sport.

Erin was stood back watching Ben. He was a funny man, clever and loaded. The thing she loved most in a man. She watched him swing his club and drive the ball down the green. Impressive, but she could do better she thought.

"Nice drive, Ben." she commented.

"Oh, yeah!" he said satisfied.

"For someone with your swing." she added as she walked passed him to place her ball on the tee. As she bent down, Ben and two of his fellow golfers gawped at her backside. Ben turned back to look at his friends with a grin. She knew what they were doing. That's what she wanted them to do. She thrived from it. As she was loosening up to swing she wiggled her ass. Ben pointed, grin in place, turning to his friends. They nodded in agreement: she was sexy.

Erin grinned to herself. Damn she was good and distracting men. As she rose her club to swing Caitlin was walking up to where she was. She saw what she was doing and didn't like her one bit and she hadn't even spoken to her yet. She watched as she brought the club down with a 'whoosh' and chose her moment to shout over to her, "Miss Toner?" Erin swung her club and faulted as Kate called her name. 'Bitch!' she thought as she turned to see the culprit.

"The pro told me you were teeing off."

"Trying to." Erin said as she stood club in hand and not at all impressed.

"Sorry." Kate said, trying to sound sympathetic. "I just drove all the from D.C to chat with you. It won't take long."

Ben butted in before Erin could say anything, "Do you know anything about golf etiquette, young woman?" he asked Kate.

Kate glanced around, squinting because the sun was shining in her eyes, "No, not really." she'd never really cared for golf anyway, neither did Jethro. They'd had a long chat one night about things they liked and disliked.

Flashback

It was their fourth or fifth date and Jethro had gone to Kate's apartment, she was cooking this time. Over the passed weeks he had grown to love her cooking and practically jumped at the chance to go see her, not that he didn't want to see her as much as he wanted to taste her food because he did. As their jobs conflicted with their lives a lot of the time they hardly ever saw one another. tonight Kate wanted to get to know each other better. Of course she knew some of the things he liked and vice versa but she always wanted to know more. The mystery behind those deep blues every time she looked into them. She wanted to know what he was thinking and feeling and him being a rather quiet man when it came to talking about feelings didn't help. So tonight she decided to probe a little deeper into the unknown.

"What's wrong?" she heard him ask.

"Nothing. Why?" she snapped back from her daydreaming.

"You had this dazed look about you."

"I…I was just thinking."

"About?" he asked as he shoved a fork full of lasagne into his mouth.

"Us." she said looking at him. This got his attention. He knew what was coming. He placed his fork on his plate and wiped his mouth with the napkin before screwing it into a ball and tossing onto the plate.

"I'm listening." he took a swig of his wine.

"I know we've been going out for a while now," she started, "and I love spending time with you, it's just-"

"Our jobs get in the way." he stated.

"Yeah, but…we know a lot about each other but sometimes I feel like you're holding back."

"I'm not holding back." he defended.

"Yes you are. You always do. It's like a part of you doesn't want to open up and let go."

"Of what?"

"I don't know," she said nervously, "Thoughts, feelings stuff like that." she looked down at her plate then up again to meet his eyes. "Just let go. Tell me what's on your mind. Tell me how you feel."

"It's not that easy." he sighed.

"Yes it is. I know it's hard for you to trust someone with your heart after 3 failed marriages but I'm not like them. I won't run to the next guy that comes my way because you're never home. Or lie to you. I'd never break your heart."

"Kate-" he started.

"Jethro." her eyes pleaded with his. 'Just let go.' her voice echoed in his head. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. When he opened them she was still looking at him. He stood up and put his plate on the kitchen counter and walked out.

Caitlin watched his every move and when he turned from the counter and left the kitchen her heart sank. She looked down at her hands in her lap, she wanted to cry. She'd pushed him too far perhaps? She moved from the table and placed the glasses and her plate next to his. She almost jumped a mile when she heard his voice behind her, "Do you want me to sit and talk amongst myself or will you be joining me?" he said, a small smile playing on his lips. She almost jumped at him wrapping her arms around him in a big hug. He hugged her back and kissed her forehead.

"I thought you'd gone." she hit his arm.

"Ow." he feigned injury, rubbing his arm "Only to the lounge." he smiled. She rolled her eyes 'Jethro.' she thought.

They had been sat on her coach for a while chatting and talking about ex-partners and their parents. Kate had told him about all the things her and her brothers would get up to. All the pranks they'd play on her parents and her older sister. Jethro chipped in with some stories about when he was in the Corp and all the things he and his buddies would do to the new recruits. They even chatted about sports, mostly football and baseball. She was in awe when he told her about all the trophies and cups he had won or as he would say 'earned' when he was in high school. She was even more impressed that he played quarterback position in football too. They continued to talk for most of the night about other things and people that they liked and didn't like. Golf being one of them. She earned a few disapproving looks from Jethro when she confessed to liking Richard Dean Anderson. Her defence was that he sort of reminded her of him. That made Jethro laugh.

Present time

Caitlin stood and looked at Ben "Here we go." she said to herself.

"This is a private club. How'd you get in here?" he asked as he stood next to Erin.

"Showed 'em these." she said as she lifted the side of her jacket and flashed her badge and SIG. Erin and Ben glanced at each other then back at Kate who was now smiling. "I won't be long." she walked off and Kate followed before speaking to the three men, "Enjoy your afternoon."

They sat down outside the clubs dining area. "Lt. Schilz's mummified remains were found a few days ago."

"Oh, my god."

"We believe that he has been dead for around 10 years."

"I'm sorry to hear that Mark's been dead all these years." Kate watched her, reading her body language. "I always imagined Mark on some beautiful beach in Mexico, sipping margaritas and starting a new life." A waitress came by with their drinks and put them on the table. Kate nodded in thanks to the young woman.

"You believe Lt. Schilz stole the money."

"He and Randy were the only ones with the combination and Randy was off playing poker all night. So it had to have been Mark." Kate nodded again. She was lying about something.

"If that's true, his accomplice got away with all the money." She said, taking a sip of her ice water with lemon. Kate smiled at her again. Erin sipped at her drink, "Easy to see where you're going with this, Agent Todd." Kate took another sip of her drink. "You've seen my house. Nice. This country club. Also nice. Both so expensive and I didn't marry money." she paused, "Yet." her eyes shifted from Kate to a gentleman walking by wearing sunglasses. She gave the man her signature smile earning a grin back. Caitlin looked at the man and back to Erin.

"And with the losers in my family, I sure as hell didn't inherit it. And I'm guessing that you're wondering if I was in on it with Mark. Killed him and took the money for myself." she said as she drank some more of her club soda.

Kate mulled it over for a brief moment, "Either that or you won the lottery." she joked.

"$2 million." Erin grinned at Kate. She picked up her bag and rummaged through it, she pulled out a piece of laminated paper and passed it to Kate who examined it carefully. "I…I carry this for good luck."

"You can laminate a losing ticket." Erin laughed at Kate's words.

"Oh, come on home with me, honey. I'll show you the write-up from the Canton Gazette. It was too big to laminate, though. I had to have it framed." she gestured with her hands, the frame.

Kate knew she was just being clever and called her on it. She had learnt a lot from her husband. One being a rule: Never believe what you're told. Double-check.

"Let's go." she moved from her seat and waited for Erin. 'Damn' she thought. She hoped she'd say no thanks.

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