[Singled Out: 1]

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3rd Person POV:

Tony was grinning in anticipation as he perused around the director's office, waiting for her to join him. He had been told to wait for her in the office once he arrived that morning. Nothing totally new as he had been doing some 'errands' for her recently. Spotting a very nice bouquet of flowers on her desk Tony peered out the door to make sure no one was coming. Seeing no one, he curiously walked forward picking up the card attached to the plant. Tony glanced back again as he started to open the small envelope.

"Is there a reason you're touching my flowers, Tony?" Tony's eyes widened in alarm and he turned to face the director innocently, hiding the card with his body. She smiled at him in amusement, closing the door behind her.

"I..I was just admiring them, Jenny. Flowers…are…..are a passion of mine." Tony smoothly covered, smiling at her innocently as she came to stand next to him.

"Really? So, then you'd know how rare and expensive they are?" she questioned pointedly. Tony nodded, huffing in agreement as he couldn't actually give a verbal answer. He had no clue and they both knew it.

"And their name." Director Shepherd continued, watching him squirm a bit. Tony's brow rose in alarm.

"Of course." He scoffed, glancing back down at the flowers. Jenny grinned, but quickly covered her amusement as he stuttered through an explanation.

"Well uh….judging by the color…and uh of course the uh…the green things?.."

"Stems." She helped him out.

"Right stems….uh these….right on the tip of my tongue." Tony grimaced, gesturing to his mouth as he tried to keep up the act.

"Spathoglottis orchids?" she suggested.

"Orchids! Of course they're orchids." Tony chuckled nervously. Director Shepherd held out her hand to him expectantly. Tony frowned sheepishly, knowing he was caught.

"It…slipped out when I was sniffing them." he weakly explained, handing her the card he had slipped into his pocket. Jenny nodded and hummed, obviously not convinced but didn't comment on it. She smiled, walking back around to her chair.

"Tony, how would you rate your recent performance as team leader?" she inquired, getting down to business. Tony frowned in confusion, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Uh, I'd say it was a solid B." he told her honestly. Jenny looked up at him in surprise.

"…minus.." he amended as she stared silently at him. Tony's expression dropped in dismay.

"I'm being fired aren't I?" he asked nervously.

"In a manner of speaking yes." She answered vaguely.

"If this had anything to do with Gibbs coming back, I have no problem working for him." Tony told her seriously, not wanting to leave the job he loved. She nodded with a small smile, handing him a file.

"These orders are for you." Tony took them with a frown, his eyes quickly scanning them over.

"NCIS, Rota Spain?" he asked in surprise.

"Your own team. Congratulations." Jenny told him with a grin. Tony gaped in surprise, staring down at the papers.

"I don't know what to say." He murmured.

"Your performance over these lasts four months has been exemplary. You've earned it." She assured him, taking a seat in her chair.

"What about la Grenouille? It took months getting in." Tony inquired. A month or so ago, Jenny had come to him with a secret mission to infiltrate the life of an arms dealer. His gateway was through the man's young daughter who happened to be a doctor in a nearby hospital. After a day of heavy training at NCIS, Tony managed to get himself hurt and through some connections, the director had arranged for her to be his attending physician. Now the two were somewhat friends. It had been a long shot but this still had been the closest anyone had gotten to the family. The only downside was that the whole setup was strictly off books and remained between him and the director. Claire didn't know the full extent of the mission, but it was just a minor setback. He was just friends with the doctor and honestly didn't have to much interaction other than 'running into her' and chatting for a couple hours. No harm no foul and his director was happy.

"You're not getting too involved are you?" the Director asked him warningly. Tony quickly dropped the papers back onto her desk. That was the last thing on his mind. He had no reason to get involved in Jeanne's life, he had Claire to come home to and he intended to keep it that way.

"Only in the mission. If we put another agent under cover, la Grenouilli will smell it." Tony assured her. That was the truth but Jenny could tell that there were other things at play in this decision.

"So you're passing on a promotion any other agent would kill for, all because you're worried about some long shot mission?" Jenny asked him skeptically. Tony nodded mutely.

"I don't think so." She deadpanned, looking up at him knowingly. He sighed, pulling up a chair across from the desk.

"Ok, I'm worried about Jethro." He told her honestly, well more honest than before. It was about 2/3 of the whole truth but enough for him to convince Jenny.

"Jethro's fine." she assured.

"Then explain that thing on his upper lip. It looks like Woolford Grimly Junior." Tony grimaced, referring to the new mustache Gibbs was sporting.

"You're turning down a promotion because of a mustache?" Jenny chuckled. Tony licked his lips, staring at her seriously.

"His memory is still screwed up. He called Ziva, Kate yesterday." He elaborated in concern.

"I just wanna make sure he's 100% before I leave." Jenny nodded.

"I see. And how long might that process take?" she asked.

"I don't know. Maybe a few months?" Tony suggested.

"How does 72 hours sound?" Director Shepherd countered.

"Pretty fast."

"It wasn't a question." Jenny told him sternly. Tony's expression fell.

"I need an answer by then end of the week." She insisted. He nodded solemnly in understanding.

"Tony, if you pass this up another opportunity might not come up for years." Jenny imputed, staring at him thoughtfully. The man in front of her was more than deserving of a promotion like this and she hated to see him throw it away. Tony didn't say anything but his eyes showed confliction. He slowly stood to leave, turning back when he reached the door.

"Can we keep this like, the Grenouilli mission? Just between the two of us?" he requested.

"If you wish." She assured.

"Thank you." Tony nodded as he walked out. From the upper level of the building his eyes ran over the team as he watched them over the railing of the stairs. Could he leave the team? McGee and Ziva were at her desk, chatting away. Tony's eyes ran over to the other half off the squad room, spotting the main reasons behind his reluctance. Gibbs was working on his computer with his new mustache, and his new attitude. Gibbs just wasn't back to his old self and it bothered Tony more than he cared to admit. Then finally at her own desk was Claire. Tony knew full well that she would be all for this promotion but at what cost? They were getting somewhere and Tony couldn't remember the last time he had been this genuinely happy. If he left would she stay here? He didn't even know if she could get transferred to Spain with him, which would be the best option. Would she even want to go?

Tony's cell rang, breaking him out of his thoughts momentarily.

"Dinozzo….stop calling me from dispatch will you Mohini? I'm not the team leader anymore, Gibbs is…trust me it makes a difference, now call him and leave me alone." Tony sighed, as he made his way down the stairs. The last comment caught Ziva and McGee's attention.

"Problems Tony?" she asked.

"Wrong number Ziva." Tony corrected tightly, reaching into his desk to pull out his weapon. The other two watched him curiously as he began to gear up. Claire heard the rustling and looked up from her work, frowning in confusion.

"Is there a reason you're gearing up?" McGee inquired. Claire glanced over as Gibbs answered his phone. Narrowing her eyes she looked back over at Tony. There had to be some connection.

"What's my motto McGee?" Tony asked him.

"You'll never date a woman who eats more than you do?" McGee answered in confusion. Claire's eyes widened, her head shooting up in surprise.

"What?" she asked, looking at him with an accusing glare. Tony chuckled nervously.

"…well yea that might have been true at one time…but it's always be prepared. The bat signal may fly at any moment." he insisted, picking up his backpack.

"Grab your gear, we're heading out." Gibbs told them almost instantly. The other three agents shot Tony incredulous stares before rushing to grab their own stuff.

"Holy sixth sense Batman, how did you know?" Claire asked as she caught up to Tony with a teasing grin. Tony chuckled at her Robin reference, his mood brightening a bit.

"Well it's a gift, I chose not to question it." Tony smiled smugly. The four of them quickly fell into line after Gibbs, heading to the elevator.

"Where are we going boss?" McGee inquired.

"Ask DiNozzo, all I got was a wrong number." Gibbs quipped. Tony grimaced, knowing he had been caught. Claire let out a laugh, rolling her eyes in amusement.

"Well I see he hasn't lost his touch." Claire quipped with a teasing grin. Tony glared at her halfheartedly.

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Claire's POV:

Our crime scene was a bit different than what we normally had. When we arrived there was no body, just a bloodied car in an empty campus parking lot. Tony was taking photos of the deserted car. The back window had bloody handprints all over it, along with spots of blood in the trunk of the car where our missing person was apparently held.

"Since when do we investigate stolen cars, Tony?" Ziva inquired curiously.

"Since it belongs to a sailor….and someone appears to have been slaughtered inside it." Tony pointed out.

"So, where's the body?" she asked defensively. I watched the two of them from the other side of Tony. Ever since Gibbs had come back, those two especially had been at each other's throats. McGee was a bit more passive aggressive about it while Ziva was right there to rub this whole new dynamic in Tony's face. Which was totally uncalled for.

"Well that's kinda why we're here." I pointed calmly, hoping to shut down the upcoming argument.

"It's all part of the criminal investigative type of thing." Tony added sarcastically. So much for stopping the argument.

"Oh ok, I understand." She hummed smugly. Tony glared at her curiously.

"Understand what?" he bristled.

"You feel a little threatened now that Gibbs is back." Ziva pointed out.

"I do not." Tony defended, his voice going up a pitch. Ok so obviously he did at least a little bit, but there's nothing wrong with that.

"You have been whining like a little snitch all week." She countered in annoyance. Tony glared at her, taking a moment before speaking.

"The term is bitch." He corrected weakly.

"I know, I was trying to be polite." Ziva retorted. Tony sighed in annoyance as they each took opposing ends of the car.

"Would it kill you to get off his back for one second." I muttered warningly. Ziva pursed her lips but said nothing, which was probably the best course of action right now.

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After a few moments Tony came back around to open up the trunk of the SUV, taking more photos of the inside.

"There appears to have been a struggle." Ziva mused.

"What tipped you off?" I asked dryly, looking down at the blood smeared trunk.

"Bloody hand ad fingerprints, a lost shoe, a pair of glasses. And I don't think she was slaughtered. At least not in the back of this vehicle." She pointed out. Tony looked over at her questioningly.

"Why is that?" he inquired.

"The traces of blood are all from skin contact. A more serious wound would have left pools of it." Ziva gestured to the smudges everywhere.

"Enough criminal investigating for you Tony?" she asked snidely. I quickly pressed a hand against Tony's chest before he could retort. Now was not the time to have a verbal throw down. Gibbs quickly strode up, handing Tony a piece of paper in the middle of his stare down with Ziva.

"Lieutenant Sullivan's address, she lives in Culpeper." Gibbs explained, not commenting on the palpable tension between his agents. Tony handed the paper to Ziva.

"Take McGee, if you leave now you can avoid traffic. Anything unusual you call me." Tony told her tightly, still glaring. We all looked over at him uncomfortably. After a moment Tony realized Gibbs was staring at him along with the rest of us. Tony chuckled nervously.

"I mean, you do…you…whatever you want them to do boss." Tony quickly backtracked. He stared down at the ground uncomfortably while we waited for Gibbs to make a decision.

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3rd Person POV:

Tony, Ziva and Claire walked under the yellow tape, being the ones assigned to investigate the apartment. Claire, mostly to keep the peace between the two as they were still tense around one another. Tony pursed his lips as he caught Ziva's smug expression.

"So I got used to being in charge, sue me." He admitted. The two of them quickly approached the driver side while Claire took shotgun, watching them with wide eyes. Ziva reached for the handle while Tony quickly grabbed the edge of the open window, blocking her from opening it.

"Is there a reason you always have to drive?" Ziva growled.

"I could say it's because I'm the senior field agent, but mostly because I want to live." He hissed.

"Then I recommend you get unused to being in charge, before Gibbs decides to kill you." She hummed. Tony grunted in frustration as she stormed away. She glared at Claire who was holding her ground by the passenger door. Ziva huffed, sliding into the backseat. Tony roughly threw his backpack into the backseat, causing Ziva to dodge it as he slid in. Claire watched Tony worriedly out of the corner of her eye. He was gripping the wheel tightly while Ziva stewed in the backseat. She silently buckled up and mentally tried to settle in. This was going to be a long car ride.

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Claire's POV:

The Bickerson twins were still at it as we entered made our way through the hallways of the apartment complex. I led the way, trying to stifle the headache they were causing me.

"If you let me drive we would have been here a half hour ago." Ziva huffed.

"Yea our bodies could be in a twisted wreck awaiting the jaws of life." Tony retorted dramatically. Ziva pursed her lips.

"Gibbs lets me drive." She shot back pointedly. I groaned, would she drop it already, this was getting ridiculous.

"I have more to live for." Tony countered calmly. Thankfully neither of them noticed the hitch in my walk. What was he doing?!

"I see, perhaps it's this new mystery girlfriend of yours" Ziva probed.

"She's not a mystery" Tony told her. I turned to glance at him curiously but he wouldn't meet my eyes. Instead he was busy looking over the door numbers.

"Then why haven't any of us met her? It's been months." Ziva continued.

"Look its complicated." Tony explained but before he could continue, our eyes caught sight of an open door at the end of the hallway. Silently we sprang into action, Ziva taking one side of the door with Tony and I on the other side. Tony opened the door the rest of the way, allowing Ziva to take the lead with me close behind. It didn't take long for the three of us to look over the small space, despite everything in sight being tossed and trashed.

"Clear." Ziva relayed from the other side of a bookshelf that nearly divided the room in half. I frowned, the room giving me a sense of déjà vu. I feel like I had been here before.

"This is weird." Tony muttered, holstering his gun as something on the bookshelf caught his eyes.

"I agree. Someone was obviously searching for something." Ziva mused, slipping on her gloves.

"No, I mean this apartment. What does it remind you of Claire? Just put a writing desk over there." Tony pointed to an empty space. I gasped in realization.

"You're right. It's practically…"

"Identical to McGeek's," Tony finished for me as he went to look over another section of the room. I was glancing over the tattered computer. Someone had done a number on it, meaning that Abby was going to have quite a time trying to search through the hard drive.

"What do you make of this?" Tony asked, lifting up a piece of paper that was on the floor. The two of us came to kneel down next to him. At the top of the page was a generic label with a table listing records and personality traits beneath it.

"Some kind of profile?" I suggested, looking down at the other papers similar to it that had been ripped out of a folder.

"They're all profiles." Ziva added, sorting through the papers.

"I think I know what the profiles might have been used for." Tony commented, showing us the label of the binder he had found. Potential Targets 2006.

"She was targeting people." Ziva surmised in surprise.

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3rd Person POV:

Back at NCIS, McGee was showing Tony and Gibbs what he had gathered about the people in the car.

"This is a police sketch artist rendering what the witnesses saw late yesterday afternoon." McGee pulled up the sketch before setting it next to the lieutenant's military ID photo.

"This is a photo of Lieutenant Sullivan for comparison."

"I'd say that's a pretty good match." Tony pointed out.

"You think DiNozzo?" Gibbs mused sarcastically. Tony shot him a look from the other side of McGee.

"The driver?" Gibbs continued.

"Fredericksburg PD put a BOLO out on him last night." McGee informed, pulling up another sketch.

"Any hits?" both Tony and Gibbs asked simultaneously.

"Sorry boss." Tony whispered. Gibbs just smiled at him in amusement while the younger man cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Continue….if you want to." He stuttered before looking away. McGee glanced over at Gibbs before continuing.

"Um no hits yet but the local Leos did match his likeness to a mugshot." McGee pulled up the second photo.

"Justin Farris. Arrested for car theft 5 years ago. Currently lives with his mother who claims she hasn't seen him since yesterday." he rattled off.

"Our Lieutenant had her own 16 profiles of people in her apartment." Tony pointed out.

"Without photo IDs or names, I'm still waiting on the why." Gibbs added, looking to Tony pointedly.

"Me too boss, I'm just saying Farris might be one of them. Could be our Rosetta Stone if you will" Tony answered.

"Find him." Gibbs ordered.

"That's good work Tim" Gibbs complimented as he past. Tony bounced slightly on his toes, waiting for his compliment as Gibbs paused next to him.

"Not bad either Tony." He muttered before continuing off, presumably to Abby's lab. Both agents frowned as they watched the man leave.

"Is it me or does he seem a little more?.."

"Human?" Tony suggested.

"..well I was going to say mellow but..yea." McGee admitted.

"Yea, I think it's the mustache. Lulling us into a false sense of security." Tony whispered thoughtfully. McGee's face screwed up thoughtfully at his theory.

...

Down in the lab, the girls were sorting through all the papers and putting them in order by number.

"That's all of them." Abby announced.

"It appears one of them is missing." Ziva gestured to an empty space.

"Missing what?" Gibbs asked, striding into the room.

"One of the profiles. AB1016." Abby explained, stepping aside to let him in between the three women.

"Targets?" Gibbs inquired.

"The binder they were kept in listed them as potential targets." Claire nodded, looking over at her boss expectantly.

"Yea, AB designation. That's how we designate our intended targets in the corps." Gibbs explained to them.

"Maybe she was planning on dropping bombs on them?" Abby pointed out.

"What else was missing from the Lieutenants place?" Gibbs asked, circling the table.

"I'm more concerned with what was left Gibbs. Money, jewelry, its not your typical burglary." Ziva countered.

"That means they knew what they were looking for." Claire tagged on.

"What can you tell me about these?" Gibbs asked, standing back over near the papers.

"She was profiling men. All the information gathered was taken from public records." Ziva answered.

"Yea I can see that, why?" Gibbs continued. Abby dutifully raised her hand.

"Well that's an excellent question I was wondering that myself." Ziva nodded. Gibbs shot her a look before turning to Abby.

"Abby." He acknowledged.

"All of these were printed form the same printer. Wanna know how I know?" she asked eagerly.

"The newer models imprint microcode in the print. Used to ID hardware in counterfeit and money laundering." Gibbs answered.

"Wow good guess. It also means the information that they represent is also on her computer." Claire added eyeing Gibbs warily.

"Show me." Gibbs insisted, gesturing towards her computers. Abby's smile dropped slightly.

"I'd love to….but I can't yet." She pursed her lips, leading Gibbs to her other table.

"Bad guys smashed up real good." She sighed, looking down sadly as the trashed computer.

"I'm still trying to recover the hard drive." Abby elaborated.

"How long?" Gibbs asked.

"Did I mention bad guys smash up real good? Like really, really good. Probably days." Abby told him with a frown.

"We don't have days abs. Get McGee to help you." Gibbs told her, turning to walk off but Abby quickly latched onto his forearm.

"Wait! There's more. I ran the fingerprints from the SUV and matched all of them except 3 to a partial handprint." She told him with a grin.

"Yea and?" Gibbs snarked.

"And I can say with absolute certainty that the woman in the back of the SUV was.."

"..Lieutenant Anne Sullivan. McGee already figured it out." Gibbs told her, trying to rush off again but once more was grabbed by Abby.

"Ok, did he tell you this? The partial print that I couldn't match has a super defined index finger. Which means it's not Sullivan's, it's the bad guys." Abby grinned triumphantly.

"I'm running it now." She told him.

"His name is Justin" Gibbs deadpanned, causing Abby's grin to fall as he walked out for good this time.

"McGee." Abby growled. The three women watched him leave curiously.

"Is it me or does he seem a little?..."

"Snitchy?" Ziva suggested.

"That's close enough." Abby nodded. She narrowed her eyes at the door Gibbs had left thorough

"It's gotta be that damn mustache." Claire mused.

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That night, Tony was on the phone while McGee was working at his computer.

"I want the names of anyone who met, knows, or sneezed on Justin Farris in the last year Mulhini." Tony insisted. He looked over at McGee and snapped his fingers, trying to get the man's attention.

"Probie!" he whispered, throwing a piece of trash at Tim's head. McGee frowned in annoyance but didn't respond.

"Well if you find anything be sure to call Gibbs not me." Tony reiterated to the man on the phone.

"Yes, the mustache is real." Tony deadpanned before hanging up. He glared over at McGee whose eyes remained on his own work.

"You got a hearing problem?" Tony asked. McGee raised his eyebrows and turned to the man.

"Oh I'm sorry were you talking to me?" he asked sarcastically. Tony stood up and stared at him in confusion.

"There's no one else in the squad room." he pointed out. McGee looked up at Tony in annoyance as he come around his desk. Tony frowned, not understanding why he was so upset.

"Well I hear you say Probie. And since agent Lee has been reassigned back to the legal department I wasn't exactly sure who you were referring to." McGee droned pointedly. Tony sighed, leaning on the desk. He chucked humorlessly.

"Ah I get it. You don't like being called Probie anymore?" Tony inquired tightly.

"Things change." Tim hummed.

"Yes I know, I used to be team leader….Probie." Tony pointed out, prolonging the word Probie purposefully. McGee glared up at him.

"Temporary…team leader." He countered.

"And that was only because Gibbs quit." Tim added bitingly. Tony's jaw ticked.

"You don't think I ran my own team?" he asked warningly.

"Wouldn't be here now if you did, would you DiNozzo?" McGee pointed out. Tony huffed, knowing how different it really was. If only McGee knew.

"Yea, maybe you're right." he mused bitterly.

"If Gibbs asked, tell him I went out for coffee." Tony informed McGee quietly, not wanting to give Tim the satisfaction of seeing how those comments had hurt. McGee's gaze softened a little at Tony's abrupt change of tone. He sighed guiltily.

"Tony, I didn't…" he tried but Tony quickly held his hand up to stop him, not bothering to turn around as he left heading towards the elevator. A sigh caught his attention and he winced at the withering glare Claire shot him before she took off after Tony. McGee stared down at his desk, ashamed he had attacked the man who was his closest friend. Another figure came to sit on the side of his desk. McGee looked up at Gibbs who he knew had been listening in to the conversation along with Claire.

"McGee, how long have I been an NCIS special agent?" the older man began quietly.

"Almost 16 years"' he answered after a moment. McGee looked up at the man intently.

"Take a wild guess at what my first partner still calls me." Gibbs told him pointedly. With that he left McGee alone to think. Maybe it wasn't a derogatory term as he had originally thought it was.

...

Meanwhile, Claire quickly caught up to Tony, sliding into the elevator just before the doors closed. Tony stared at her tiredly but didn't make a move as he retreated into the corner to stew. She quickly reached over and shut the elevator off and stared at him. Tony wouldn't budge.

"Tony, you know he didn't mean it." She began quietly, hoping to prod the stubborn man into talking. Turns out that was all it took. Tony scoffed bitterly.

"I think on some level he did. If only he knew how wrong he was! I mean I was just offered my own team this morning because I ran my team and I ran it well…"

"You were offered a team?" Claire cut him off, causing him to wince. Well so much for keeping it to himself. Tony shrugged, scratching the back of his head.

"Yea. NCIS Rota, Spain." He admitted with a small grin. Claire beamed in excitement.

"Tony that's fantastic! When do you leave?" she inquired, however her proud smile dropped when Tony stared down at the floor.

"You took it right?" she asked him slowly. Tony grinned sheepishly.

"I told her I would think about it." He admitted.

"What is there to think about? Tony, you ran the team well and you're getting rewarded for it. And after all the crap you've been getting it think you are more than entitled to leave." Claire told him adamantly, reaching up to hold his shoulders.

"There's a lot to think about. I have some unfinished casework to do, Gibbs is still out of whack and you…" he stammered, trying to verbalize everything that had been swirling around in his brain since that morning. Claire smiled gently, reaching up to cup his face and turn it toward her. Tony watched her, his face collected but his eyes showed the vulnerability he was feeling inside.

"Gibbs will be fine, it's not your job to babysit him. And I know you mean the errands Jenny sends you on, she wouldn't give you the promotion if it was that important." Tony's eyes widened in alarm.

"I'm not stupid Tony, I am a trained investigator. It's need to know, I get it. And I trust that if you needed help you would tell me." She assured him in amusement. Tony grinned before sighing tiredly, leaning his forehead on hers. He closed his eyes as he felt a sense of peace wash over him, letting her in on the promotion was taking a load off his shoulders.

"What about you?" he whispered worriedly, not daring to open his eyes. She ran her thumb across his cheek soothingly, and Tony reached up to hold onto her wrist as is he was afraid she would bolt. He finally opened his eyes and stared down into hers.

"Don't worry about me. I know we can work it out. Sometimes it's ok to be a little selfish, Tony. This is one of those times." She told him sincerely. Tony nodded, still not feeling any better about it. Claire lifted herself up to press a gentle kiss to his lips, assuring him that it was all going to work out.

"Just promise me that you'll actually think about it? I know you'll make the right choice but it needs to be from you. No pressure from anyone else, ok?" she requested pointedly. Tony grinned, leaning in to kiss her once more.

"I promise I'll seriously consider it." He agreed. Claire nodded stepping back as they composed themselves for work once more. She took a step towards the switch but Tony quicky swooped in and yanked her back to his chest. Claire yelped in surprise, and grinned.

"Well since we have some time alone I figured I might as well make the most of it." He told her as explanation before bending down for a longer, deeper kiss. Claire hummed in delight as she wrapped her arms around his neck, breaking away to press kisses along the edges of his lips. Tony grunted in annoyance, causing her to giggle before landing one last kiss directly on his lips. They both pulled away from one another, panting slightly.

"Will that hold you?" she asked cheekily. Tony bobbed his head in thought before stealing one last kiss.

"Ok, now I'm good." He beamed. Claire rolled her eyes before flicking the switch to turn the elevator back on and standing next to Tony. She quickly smoothed her hair down at the doors opened on the garage floor. Tony looked up to see the man in the sketches. The one had was seen driving the SUV. Looking own at the mug shot in his file, Tony grinned, holding the door for the man and the two guards escorting him. He quickly reached up to press the button for the bullpen floor.

"You've done it again DiNozzo." He mused proudly. Claire scoffed as the doors closed.