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Tony could see the moon shining through his living room window, illuminating the face of the woman lying asleep on his couch. Her brown hair lay across the arm of the sofa while her mascara stained cheek rested against the soft pillow. Thoughts raced through his mind of how he had always dreamed of something like this, of how he had always dreamed of her asleep in his house... asleep in his arms. If only... if only.

At the moment he was covering her up, he heard the sound of a cell phone ringing. It wasn't his, that he was for sure because his cell phone didn't ring to the tune ofThe Killers, "Mr. Brightside."

He began to search the room for the sound and realized it was coming from Kate's purse. Don't do it DiNozzo. Don't reach in her purse and grab her phone. It is none of your business. But what if it wakes Kate up? Maybe you should just silence it. With the bad side of his mind winning the internal battle, he stuck his hand in her purse and pulled out her cell phone. Scrolling across the front of the phone was Andy Hallot. Why is Andy calling her phone? Thinking that maybe it was important to the case, Tony flipped open Kate's cell phone.

The Phone Conversation

"Kate?"

"Sorry man, this is Tony."

"Uh..." Andy wasn't sure what to say. Who the hell is Tony? Why does he have Kate's cell phone? Anger began to bubble up inside of him. "Is it possible for me to speak to Kate, Tony?"

"Sorry again, she is asleep, but I am sure that I can help you with whatever you need."

"I doubt that. Listen, I really need to talk to her."

"Why? I am sure that you can tell me whatever is on your mind. I can help you out."

"Fine... since you are wondering, will you tell Kate that I left my bag at her house and I will be by to pick it up tomorrow morning."

Slowly, the words began to process in Tony's mind. His bag? At Kate's? "Your bag is at Kate's?"

"Yeah man. Do you have a problem with it?"

"Well, do you normally leave your stuff at..."

"Alright Tony, it is really none of your business, but I left MY stuff at MY girlfriend's house last night. Which is why I am wondering, why is MY girlfriend, asleep at your house?"

Tony's mind was racing a mile a minute. His girlfriend? "I will let Kate know that you called..." Tony paused. "Oh and Andy, if you hurt her, I will hurt you." Tony flipped Kate's phone shut and stared at her in awe. Kate, you get yourself into the worst situations.

End Of Phone Conversation

Kate rubbed her eyes as the full moon shone down on her. Looking around the room, she didn't recognize where she was, but as soon as she saw the vast assortment of DVD's, she realized that she was at Tony's place... in his room none-the-less. Checking her watch, she realized that it was only 3:30. Still about three hours before she had to be at work, but she needed to get home.

As she stepped into the living room, she saw Tony fast asleep on the couch... snoring. She giggled quietly and picked her purse up off the table, wrote a quick note and left Tony's apartment.

Turning the key in the lock, she heard it click and she stepped into her apartment. "Man, this place is a wreck," she said to herself as she glanced around the room. That's when she noticed, sitting safely in the corner, was Andy's bag of stuff. Grabbing her cell phone out of her purse, she was about to call him, but then remembered what time it was. Talking to herself again, "Don't worry about it Kate. You can call him tomorrow."