A/N: At the request of a friend, here's chapter two.
The two special agents settled down into their 'honeymoon suite' at a hotel in Vegas. This was the worst place to be for Tony. He'd probably go off and forget the mission here and start gambling and picking up women.
"Tony, do you remember some of the ground rules that we agreed upon?" Elizabeth 'DiNozzo' put her hands on her hips and looked down at Anthony, who was slipping off his dusty shoes to go after a shinier pair.
"Aww comeon Lizzy, it's Vegas! Let me gamble a little, and I promise to be back beforeā¦", he was interrupted in his begging.
She huffed, "Before supper. And no later that eight o'clock. I'll be out a bit too, but I have my cell."
"You're the best wife a guy could have", he kissed her on the lips.
Resisting the urge to slap him, she smiled, "No problem, dar-lin'."
Once he slipped on his shoes, he was out the door.
Elizabeth sighed, Well, he's not that bad of a kisser. Anyway, back to business. I'm going to go check in with my friend at CSI and see what's up.
They did know that she wasn't really in the military, and she honestly felt a little more at home being back in Vegas after the past couple of years.
Once outside the hotel, she glanced around before getting into the SUV with military tags. So what if it was borrowed? It was still really nice.
Driving down the bright streets of Vegas was very familiar, and she knew exactly where she was going. She was heading towards the Vegas Crime Lab to see her old boss. Besides, she needed to 'show off' the military tags on the car to make herself a good target for this guy.
She parked it in a restaurant parking lot a few blocks away and walked the rest of the way there, keeping an eye on her watch.
Arriving in the building she was aiming for, she smiled at the receptionist, who was new. Liz figured that night shift should be in by now, so she asked to see Gil Grissom. The woman paged him and she was let through.
In truth, lots of people could just waltz right in, but Liz wanted to be polite. Walking down the familiar halls, she avoided glances from people she recognized, wanting first to talk with her old boss.
Knocking on the door, she stepped in and smiled, "Hey Gris."
"Liz, come in. Gibbs told me you would be dropping in. So, I heard you are married now?" His curiosity shinning through, obviously he didn't know the whole story.
She blushed, "Oh, he told you about that did he? Yeah, Tony DiNozzo."
By now, she was inside and she shut the door behind her, "Is Greg here?"
"Yeah, he's in his lab right now. And no, he doesn't know you're married." Gil smiled, offering her a seat.
"But does he know I'm here?"
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Tony was gambling away all his 'spending money' that Liz had allowed him to have. Now at the poker table, he was winning, which was amazing. He was thinking about trying the slots next.
