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Clubbing all night, trying not to start a make-out session with your co-worker, and trying to avoid the creepily appreciative glances sent your way by strange guys was very tiring. Which was exactly how Kate was feeling while she stood in the elevator in her apartment building, watching the yellow light flash as they went up each floor one-by-one. She yawned, as the elevator door opened and she stepped off.

She unzipped her small leather purse, and ruffled through it, trying to find her keys. She stopped at her door, holding up her keys in triumph. God, she was so tired. She slipped the key in the lock, and unlocked it, letting out another yawn. She shut the door behind her and locked it before she turned around.

A man stood there, a beer in his hand, with an angry expression on his face. He was lightly built, with dark hair and dark eyes. He looked back at her in worn jeans and an open, black golf shirt.

Kate stumbled to take a step back quickly, and backed up into the door. "Jesus Matt, you scared me." She stated, resuming her actions to take Tony's coat off. Damn it, she'll have to give that back to him on Monday.

"Who's coat is that?" he asked, his dark eyes glaring at her as she hung the coat up.

Kate gave another yawn, and waved the question off with a flick of her hand. "Someone I work with." She said, walking past him.

His eyes followed her, as she continued her walk towards her bedroom. Her bed was just calling her name, beckoning for her to come hither. She was thankful she had picked up some facial cleansing clothes earlier that night, on the way back from work. She flicked on the light as she stepped into the bathroom, and groaned when she saw the mascara smeared back from her eyes slightly.

"Why the hell would you have his coat?" His dark eyes were narrowed in on her, as he took another sip of his beer.

Kate put her hand down, from grabbing a facial cloth, and leaned on the counter, looking over at Matt. She had and Matt had been going out for a few months now, and she was just starting to see his jealous side. It was definitely not something Kate liked. "Matt, I was cold, Tony gave me his coat. I forgot to give it back to him, when we dropped him off."

"We?"

"Me and Abby- look, if you don't mind, I am extremely tired, and I really need to go to bed." Kate snapped, as she turned on the tap. Warm water sprayed down onto the cloth, as she rubbed it, watching the foam appear slowly.

"Don't snap at me." He said, his voice dangerously low.

Kate glanced over at him, and rolled her eyes. Looking back into the mirror, she replied, "Matt, I'm sorry, okay. Just leave me alone, so I go to bed and get some sleep."

Krista Jamison was angry. And when Krista Jamison was angry, very, very bad things happened. Her long slender arms were folded across her chest, while her bright green eyes blazed with anger. Her black stiletto clad foot tapped on the maple hardwood floor. Her long, slim legs were wrapped in designer jeans that hugged her small, non-curving hips tightly. Her revealing black halter-top dipped low, and cropped high, showing off her flat stomach. Her fiery red hair wrapped around her thin shoulders, as her long fingernails, painted with bright red and black, tapped her crossed arm in tune with her foot.

The house was relatively small, but on the inside it seemed huge. Krista was standing the front hallway, waiting for that little bitch to show up, when she saw the mirror. Krista wasn't vain. She just likes to stare at her seemingly perfect body. Her anger momentarily forgotten, she moved closer to the mirror. She uncrossed her arms, and flipped her curly red hair, and smiled at herself in the mirror. She leaned closer, and wiped away the fraction of a smudge of eyeliner on the corner of her eye.

"Krista."

The sweet, innocent voice of Marissa Howard floated down through the house to the front hallway, and Krista's smile quickly turned into a deadly scowl, as she leaned back from the mirror. When she turned around, she faced Marissa Howard. She was young, just like Krista, mid-twenties. She had straight golden locks that ended abruptly at her own thin shoulders, and she looked back at Krista through smirking dark brown eyes. Mini skirt lengthens her short legs, and a pink tank top that showed off her skinny shoulders. Her overly red glossed lips curved into a smirk, as she narrowed her eyes at Krista.

"Marissa." She said, her voice dripping with anger and hatred.

"What can I do for you?" Marissa's voice matched Krista's with the same amount of hatred and but instead of anger, was cockiness.

"Stay away from my man." Krista took a step forward, her stilettos clicking on the floor.

Marissa let out a laugh, and flipped her blonde hair. "I believe that Greg has made his choice."

"Yea, and it's me."

"That's not what he said last night." Marissa's eyebrow rose up in triumph.

The vibrating sound of her cell phone, as well as the theme song to Dukes of Hazzard belting out from the side of her bed was enough to make Kate throw it across the room. Instead of that, she rolled out of Matt's arms, groaning, and flipped open her cell phone.

"Todd." She said, groggily, and with a slight hangover.

"NCIS, now." And then the dial tone greeted her ear.

Extremely tired, the time being 5 am, her nursing a slight hangover, and to add to the concoction, Kate Todd was now pissed off. "Morning to you too Gibbs." She hissed underneath her breath, as she pressed end, slammed the phone shut, and tossed it on the table. She curled up in a ball next to Matt for a few seconds, before stretching and deciding that Gibbs had paid enough for his waking her sleep.

Tony stepped off the elevator with a yawn, as he took another gulp from his extra large, black coffee. His hair was cow licking at every angle; he plopped himself into his chair. Tony never got hangovers, unless he had been drinking heavily, so last night did absolutely nothing to him. Abby would be very chipper though, since she does this all the time, and she wasn't drinking last night being the appointed DD.

But when he saw Kate step off the elevator with an extremely tired and drowsy look on her beautiful face, he knew that she wasn't as lucky as him and Abby were. "Hey Kate!" he pushed his tiredness out of his mind, and said that sentence with as much chipper-ness and cheeriness he could muster.

Kate shot him the desired 'go-to-Hell-and-stay-there-DiNozzo' glare, as she sat down at her desk, and cradled her head in her hands.

"Want an Aspirin?" Tony asked, with a smirk. He flicked on his own computer, and watched Kate as hers booted up.

Kate's hazel eyes looked up at him, with death in them. He grinned back at her, and she opened her mouth to reply.

"Kate, get Ducky – Tony, the car." Gibbs said, as he walked by their desks. Tony jumped up, and pulled out the drawer to grab his gun.

"On it Boss." He said, sliding his gun into its holster.

Kate stood up wearily, and packed her own gun at her waist, before slamming it shut and following Tony to the elevator.

"Have a good sleep Kate?" he asked, with a sarcastic grin, as the elevator door shut.