Disclaimer:
Don't own any of them
Rated:
PG
Pairing:
Kate/Tony
Summary:
Kate and Tony go undercover as a married couple and the
close
quarters bring out some feelings.
Spoilers:
brief reference to Minimum Security, so small though that
you
can barely even tell.
Chpt. 3
"You
have got to be joking me, that bed looks way too small."
Kate
dropped
her bags on the floor by the door and began inspecting their
small
cabin. At check-in she and Tony had been arm in arm and then
as
they sat through the welcoming speech, they had been holding
hands
and she had been leaning on his shoulder. She had never
noticed
that Tony was the type of guy that was perfect for snuggling
up
with. Though he had lived up to his reputation of being a
smart
mouth.
Throughout the speech by the owners of the spa, Tony's
remarks
had her suppressing laughter, making the other guests look
at
her in disgust.
Now
the idea of spending her nights trapped with him in a little bed
was
making her uneasy. "God this place is beautiful," she
said
as she
peered out one of their windows that looked out into the
woods.
"I wonder if all of the cabins are placed this far into
the
woods."
She turned to Tony who was setting up his computer.
"I
don't know. It's kind of convenient for the killer or
killers
though.
To have each couple in separate cabins through out the
property.
No witnesses to see or hear anything." He had to
noticed
the
tiny bed and was filled with a sense of wariness; he was
attracted
to Kate, hell what straight man wouldn't be? But that
attraction
had to be kept under wraps and he was already finding it
difficult
considering their close proximities.
"You think it's more than one person?" Kate began to unpack her bags, taking the top drawers of the dresser.
"I
don't know, it just seems that killing couples would be
too
hard
for
just one person. You'd have to be able to subdue both of them
at
roughly
the same time."
"The
Tox screens indicated traces of chloroform in their blood
stream.
He or she could have held it over their mouths while they
were
sleeping."
"At
the same time? I for one would start fighting back if I felt
someone
putting something over my mouth."
Kate
paused while hanging up a skirt, "That's true." She
thought
about
it for a moment before reaching into the closet, "Maybe he
or
she
drugged them before hand, in their food or something to make
them
weak and then used the chloroform just in case."
Tony
stared at her intently for a moment before returning to his
own
unpacking.
"That's a good angle. When Gibbs calls tonight
we'll
ask
him
about it. Though I for one don't think it's a woman."
Kate
stopped setting up her computer and whipped around to face
Tony.
"You don't think a woman would be strong enough to
subdue
two
people
at once?"
Tony
put up his hands in defense, "Hang on, I don't think
it's
a
woman
because for one, most serial killers are men and two, Gibbs
said
that Agent Cunningham's profile doesn't fit that of a
woman."
"True,"
she checked her watch and frowned "Damn we have
to
start getting ready for dinner. Tonight it's formal so wear a
suit."
Kate
grabbed
the black dress that she brought and headed towards the
bathroom.
"Yes mother. And hey, why do you get the bathroom?"
"Because
I'm the woman Tony, you said it yourself, the woman
thing
always
comes up when the ships seeking or there's a
bathroom."
With
that
she closed the door and Tony could hear the click of the lock.
He
chuckled to himself as he pulled off his shirt and began to get
ready
for the evening ahead.