(Two Weeks Later)

(At NCIS: OSP Headquarters Gym)

(Emily's P.O.V.)

"OW!" Marty said. "What did I say about hitting?!"

"What did I say about stepping on my feet?!" Kensi countered.

Sam and I were in the gym watching Hetty teach Marty and Kensi how to Waltz together.

Again.

It was suppose to help them work better together.

"This is entertaining." Sam said, a smile on his face.

"I couldn't agree more." I said, smiling also.

"How can you two work together, when you can't even dance together?" Hetty asked.

"Maybe it has something to do with him stepping on my feet." Kensi said, glaring at Marty.

"Well, at least he's not falling on you because his shoes were too big." I said.

Marty looked at me wide eyed.

"That sounds interesting." Kensi said.

"Emily, you promised." Marty reminded me.

"That's true." I said. "I did promise."

Kensi looked disappointed.

"But Hetty didn't." I said.

"Ooo!" Kensi said excitedly, looking at Hetty.

"What? No. Hetty, please, no." Marty begged.

Hetty just smiled a little at him.

"Mr. Deeks and Miss Taylor just had their first fight." Hetty began.

Marty groaned.

"What was the fight about?" Kensi asked.

"Marty lied to me." I said. "Then I confronted him about it."

"And it kinda escalated from there." Marty said. "We said a lot of mean things to each other."

I nodded.

"How did you make up?" Sam asked.

"Hetty's meddling." I said, looking at her.

Hetty smiled more.

"They haven't spoken to each other for a week, when I intervened." Hetty said. "And when I did, I signed Mr. Deeks and Miss Taylor up for Ballet and Waltz classes."

Sam and Kensi began laughing.

"Thanks, Hetty." Marty said, clearly embarrassed.

"There is nothing wrong with boys or men taking Ballet classes, Mr. Deeks." Hetty said.

"I was the ONLY boy in that class." Marty said.

"Anyway," I said. "In both classes, Marty and I were partners and in the Waltz class, Marty's shoes were too big for his feet."

"And every couple seconds, Mr. Deeks fell on Miss Taylor because of that." Hetty said, laughing a little.

Kensi and Sam laughed again.

"It was Hetty's way of telling us that nothing in life is easy." Marty said, ignoring their laughter. "Despite us knowing that already."

"It was also her way of telling us that every relationship has its ups and downs." I said. "And that nothing in this world wouldn't be here, if it wasn't for the work put into it."

"And it's still true." Hetty said.

"That it is." Sam said, agreeing. Then, he looked at me. "Care to show us what you and 'twinkle toes' got?"

"Really?" Marty said, as Kensi laughed.

"You want us to dance the Waltz?" I asked.

"Yeah." Sam said. "I want to see how well you two move together."

"I haven't danced the Waltz in a long time." I said.

"Come on, Em." Marty said. "Let's show them how the Waltz should be done."

I hesitated for a couple seconds.

"Fine." I said.

Marty smiled.

"This I got to see." Kensi said, as she walked over to Sam, and I walked over to Marty.

"I may be rusty." I informed him.

"Don't be modest." Marty said, as he put his hands on my hips and pulled me to him.

"I'm being serious." I said, as Marty left his right hand on my waist, and took my right hand in his left.

"Put your hand on my shoulder so we can begin." Marty said.

I sighed.

Then, I put my hand on his shoulder.

"On my count." I heard Hetty say, as Marty smiled at me. "One, two, three."

Then, music began to play, and Marty and I began to dance the Waltz.

"Wow." I heard Kensi say in amazement, after about a minute went by.

"I know why you keep stepping on Kensi's feet." I whispered to Marty. Low enough for only he could hear.

"Oh yeah?" Marty whispered.

"Yeah." I whispered.

"Do tell." Marty whispered.

"You keep stepping on her feet so that you can dance with her all over again." I whispered. "You do it because you like her, and you don't want to let her go."

"Hmm," Marty said, impressed. "Nothing gets by you."

Then, Marty pulled me close, and dipped me.

I laughed a little.

I heard Sam whistled.

I let my head fall back.

And when I did, I was Callen by the gym entrance, staring at us.

My smiled faded as surprise took over.

I tried to stand straight quickly, but ended up falling out of Marty's arms, and fell onto the floor.

"Emily! You alright?" Marty asked.

"I-I-I'm fine." I said, as I felt my face heat up.

"Good job." Sam said sarcastically to Marty, as he held his hand out to me.

I grabbed Marty's hand, and he pulled me up.

"I didn't do it on purpose." Marty said.

"Sure you didn't." Sam said.

"Mr. Callen," Hetty said. "It's nice of you to join us."

"I'm actually here on Eric's behalf." Callen said. "We got a case."

Callen then looked at me for a brief moment, before he turned around and walked out of the gym.

"Let's do this." Kensi said.

Then, we all walked out of the gym.

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"Bonjour mon amis!" Eric said happily, as Sam, Kensi, Marty and I entered OPS. Joining him, Nell, and Callen. "Common ca va, aujourd'hui?"

"Fine." Sam said. "But if you keep speaking French, I'm gonna knock you one."

"English it is, then!" Eric said.

I looked at Callen, who was standing by Nell, to see he was looking at me.

I looked away, biting my bottom lip.

Ever since Callen and I almost kissed, we have been sharing….glances.

Normally I find him staring at me, but sometimes he catches me staring at him.

And whenever we're together, we don't bring up the almost kiss.

He hasn't tried to kiss me again, and I haven't tried to kiss him either.

Despite how much I really want to kiss him.

But I figured if he wanted to talk about it, he would bring it up.

Right?

"What you got for us?" Marty asked.

"This is Kyle Morris." Nell said, as a picture of a man showed up on the screen. "He was a Marine, until last night when a group of teens found him dead in a dumpster by a Chinese restaurant."

"Prior to this, the CIA has been investigating him on possible illegal gun exchanging." Eric said.

"Yes, they have." Said a voice.

I looked toward the voice and saw Hetty had joined us.

"Who was he illegally exchanging guns with?" Callen asked.

"Local gangs in Los Angeles." Eric said.

"That would explain a lot." Marty said.

"How so?" Kensi ask.

"I had to question a gang for a case at LAPD about a month ago." Marty said. "And that gang had better looking guns than what they originally had."

"Do we have any footage of the murder?" I asked.

"Unfortunately, no." Nell said. "All we got for video is Kyle Morris walking out of the restaurant alone, then going into the ally, but not coming out."

"And no one went in or out of that ally until the teens that found him roughly fourteen hours later." Eric said.

"Which means the murderer knew where the cameras were." Sam said.

"Mr. Callen," Hetty said. "The CIA is in the boatshed to bring you up to speed. Take Mr. Hanna and Miss Taylor with you."

"What about us?" Kensi asked.

"You and Mr. Deeks can go to the crime scene, and check out Mr. Morris' apartment." Hetty said.

"Well, you heard the woman." Marty said. "Let's go do what we do best."

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(At The Boatshed)

(Emily's P.O.V.)

Once Callen, Sam, and I arrived at the boatshed, we got out of the car, and headed inside.

Callen bumped him arm with mine.

I looked at him to see he was smiling slightly at me.

I smiled a little back at him, and bumped his arm with mine in return. My heart fluttering.

Once we were inside the boatshed, Callen looked straight ahead, and stopped walking.

I stopped walking and looked at him.

Callen looked surprised at what he saw.

And guarded.

I looked up ahead and saw Sam had stopped walking once he reached the main room of the boatshed.

I then looked at the person they were both looking at.

It was a woman.

Callen suddenly began to walk again toward the room. I followed him.

Once we were both in the room, the girl looked at Callen, and smiled softly at him.

"Callen." She said.

"Tracy." Callen said.

"It's been a while." The girl, who's name was apparently Tracy, said.

"What are you doing here?" Callen asked.

"I'm working on the same case you are." Tracy said. "Looks like we're working together again."

Feeling confused, I asked:

"Sorry, I'm lost….Who are you?"

It was silent for a moment, then, Callen said:

"Tracy, this is Special Agent Emily Taylor, NCIS….Emily, this is CIA Special Agent Tracy Rosetti….My ex-wife."