Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS

A/N: I liked writing this chapter, but I'm not sure how people will like it. I can't really explain why because I don't want to give away the story. Ah well, it doesn't matter if you don't like it, it just makes me feel better.

Enora smiled. Her computer screen was flashing and very happy (at least it looked happy). The paint results had come back and…

"Gwen?" came an annoying voice. Enlyn rolled her eyes.

"You better not be talking to me," She threatened.

"I am," Tony answered.

Enora turned from her screen to look at Tony as he settled in a chair. "Gwen?" she inquired.

"Yeah, don't you love it?"

"No and who told you?"

"Kate."

"And who told Kate?"

"Abby."

"Who else did she tell!"

"As far as I know, Kate."

"At least there's some amount of secrecy about my middle name," She said turning back to her screen.

"But I like your middle name."

"Do you, Anthony?" Enlyn joked.

Tony cringed, "Don't call me that."

"But I like your first name," Enora said sarcastically.

Tony waited a while as Enlyn clicked on her keyboard, searching for whatever information available on her current interest.

"So," Tony began semi-tentatively, "what are you doing for dinner tonight?"

"Going back to my apartment," Enlyn said. He wouldn't really consider asking her on a date, would he? She tried to ignore him.

"Would you like me to take you out for dinner? At the very least you would get a free meal," He so kindly offered.

"No, but thank you."

"Why not?" Tony wasn't used to being rejected. He stood up, but tried to act cool.

"Partly because I'm exhausted and want to go home, but mostly because I don't date co-workers," She said, smiling kindly in his direction.

"Who said anything about a date," Tony asked, walking closer, "Can't it just be two co-workers, having dinner together."

"You said something about a date. Implied in the words 'take you out.'"

"I implied that?"

"Yes you did, and you know it." Tony really did know it.

"I do?" Enlyn was getting annoyed.

As they continued going back and forth in this heated discussion the elevator door dinged open. Neither heard it, but now Abby was there. She smiled gleefully. She snuck over to her desk ever so quietly and carefully, so as not to bump into anything, and hunched in her chair for a little eavesdropping.

"Can't you just accept the fact that I want to go to my own apartment to eat dinner tonight. Besides, I had this wonderful chicken recipe I wanted to try out if I had the time."

"Aww," Tony was getting too close, "but I could always buy you chicken, and you wouldn't have to take the time to make it, and," With the word 'and' Tony had touched Enora's shoulder. The only words coming to her mind were 'the last straw.' Enora quickly, precisely grabbed Tony's wrist and turned to face him. His hand dangled beside him, as if it didn't know whether it had gone there at it's own will, or temporarily blacked out.

"If you EVER touch me again DiNozzo, I swear, you hand will find a new residence in a shoe box full of cyanide fresh in my desk drawer. Got it!" Her voice was not loud, but threatening, as if saying 'don't mess with me DiNozzo.'

Tony blinked a few times, not offended, curious, wondering how to respond. "Can I still call you Gwen?" He asked nonchalantly. Enlyn was ready to hurl herself at him for being so pig-headed, but this time she heard the elevator.

"Enora," Gibbs stopped short and looked around the room a few moments, "Where's Abby."

"Oh," Enora began, "she is…"… 'where are you Abby?'

"I'm here!" Abby said as she popped up from UNDER her desk. Enlyn gave her an astonished look, hoping that she wouldn't tell the world that she fought with Tony.

"What are you doing under your desk?" Gibbs asked.

"I was," there was a slight hesitation, "cleaning."

"Under your desk?"

"Yes, it was very dusty," Abby said as she tidied up her clothes.

"Dust doesn't settle under desks," Tony said. He was really asking for it now.

"Yes, well, there was gum under there too," Abby said.

"You put gum under your desk?" Gibbs asked.

"No," Abby hesitated again, this time more noticeably, "It was McGee." Enora stifled a laugh. Gibbs made an inquiring glace Abby's way, and Abby nodded earnestly.