Tropical Nightmare- Chapter 1: Undercover (Kate´s POV)

Disclaimer: I don´t own any characters or anything!

Summary: Tony and Kate are sent to Argentina for an undercover mission, but they have to take a detour.They are bound to find out that atropical island can be a real nightmare -at least if you´re on your own out there...

Additional note: I usually don´t write 1st-person narrator, but it seemed to fit rather well for this little story as the POV changes with each chapter.Also, the use of present-tense is wanted here, eventhough it may seem a bit odd. I hope it´s still readable.

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I stare at Gibbs, who has this grin on his face. „There´s no way I´ll do that again, Gibbs." I tell him, but he just grins. He walks around the desk and stops just inches in front of me. I know what´s going to happen next. He´s going to give me that I-am-the-boss-and-you-do-what-I-tell-you-talk again. We´ve been through this a certain number of times and I really hoped he would stop at some point, but he just doesn´t.

„Last time I checked my status, I was the boss around here. You know the wager on this assignment and we can´t afford to let him slip through our net again. I know you hate it and I know you´re going to hate me for it, but you have to do it, Kate." He puts his hand on my shoulder. „I´ll get you a month-stock of Caf-Pow afterwards, okay?" He adds and then turns back to his own desk.

I have to smile a bit. He was Gibbs after all and if he wanted something to be done, it was done just the way he liked. I picked up the file which held my new identity for this case and sighed. McGee and Abby had certainly done a wonderful job on the file, like they always did. Sometimes I wasn´t sure if they were just trying to give us a good cover or if they were having fun putting Tony and me into some weird roles. So far, I had to be a bathing suit model, an actress and a psychologist. It seemed to become stranger with each assignment. This time, I had to play the role of a certain Sarah Henderson, a 28-year-old personal trainer from Baltimore.

„The plane leaves at 4 PM. Your bags are down at the lab, Abby put some outfits together to go with your identities. I want a preliminary report in 24 hours." Gibbs gave me another of his no-need-to-discuss-any-of-this-looks and I just nod at him. Heading to the lab, I can sense Tony bouncing off the walls.

I turn around to look at him. „One thing ahead of the others: The bed is mine!" I tell him and see a grin on his face. That´s just so typical for Dinozzo, always looking for short skirts and fun.

„I just knew you would say that." He replies and walks into the lab where Abby is waiting for us. She hands each of us a small suitcase. „Uhm...and where do I put my guitar and all that?" Tony asks and just receives a warning gaze from her.

Abby is such a sweetheart. At first, I thought she was a bit weird, but when I got to know her better, I found a wonderful friend in her. She was brilliant at her job and had gotten us out of a lot of critical situations. I grab the suitcase with my name tag on it. „Thanks, Abbs. See you in a few days then -and remember, it´s your turn on that pizza." I tell her and walk off to the parking lot. I can literally hear Tony´s mind racing -he didn´t know that Abby and I are friends and see each other in our free time. Well, he knows now for sure.

2 hours later we stand at the airport. I look at the tickets Gibbs gave me and only now I notice something odd about them. „Tony...please tell me FedEx has gone into passenger transport." I look at him and see a puzzled look on his face.

„FedEx...not that I know about. Are you saying...no way, that´s a joke, right? He can´t be serious..." Tony drops onto an empty seat in the waiting area. The ticket doesn´t tell lies. Gibbs booked us as special guests on a FedEx-transporter headed for Hawaii and then Brazil before landing in Argentina.

I walk over to the transport gate where a FedEx-employee is standing. He looks a bit puzzled when we show him the tickets, but then lets us walk to the plane. It´s worse than I first thought -the whole plane is stuffed with groceries, mainly fish and other rather bad smelling things. I know this won´t be a pleasant flight and once again I wish to be back on Air Force One or at least that Gulfstream. I take the seat next to the window and watch as the plane rolls along the taxiway. Seven hours in this plane, seven hours only me and Tony and about four and a half tons of fish.