One Hour Later:

Rizzoli drove to the U.S.S. Constitution and Jethro felt real comfortable driving with her. Vance was right, she was a female Gibbs right down to her driving. The only difference was her free spirit in hurling invectives at other drivers and using questionable hand gestures toward the constituents of her fair city. Gibbs chuckled inwardly at her as she drove.

They arrived at the Constitution, both car and passengers, in one piece. She led him to the ship and showed her credentials. While she was speaking with the Chief Petty Officer at the base of the gangplank, Gibbs took the time to examine the ship. He reveled in the elegant beauty of the matriarch of the sea. His breathe caught as he perused her lines and the webbing for the sails. The carpenter and artist in him thrilled with every bounce of a wave that caught her. He had a hard time taking his eyes off the grand lady.

Rizzoli came towards him and shook her head. "We're not getting on board today. There is a private tour and they don't want us to scare the participants."

Gibbs just smirked at her and stepped around her. He walked up to the sailor and flashed his badge and ID. He smiled the entire time he spoke with the sailor. "We just want to check the location of the device that was found here the other day. We'll take fifteen, twenty minutes and then we'll be out of your hair."

The sailor motioned for them to pass. As they walked toward the gangplank he turned and spoke. "Oh Sir, please don't mention the bomb."

As Gibbs and Rizzoli went on board he leaned towards the sailor, checking his name tag and whispered. "Chief Petty Officer Sanders, what bomb?" Both the sailor and Gibbs smiled.

Rizzoli chuckled to herself. He did know how to get to people and it impressed her. "Is that how you Navy boys get things done, you charm everyone?"

Gibbs took her aside when they were on deck. "It works almost every time. My Mom used to say 'You get a whole lot more with honey than you do with vinegar.' You should try it." He stopped for a moment to let her digest what he'd just shared and before he proposed a cover she probably wouldn't like. "I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend."

Rizzoli's eyes popped open and Gibbs could see her back go up. It took everything she had to not rebuke him loudly but she did it but even her whisper held authority. "You want me to do what? Did you just say 'girl friend? No way."

Gibbs looked around to make sure no one was about and then he hushed her. "Shhhhhh. Geez Rizzoli, Is this your first rodeo? Listen to me. I want it to seem like we're in town for the day and want to see the ship and the harbor. Can you do that for twenty minutes?" When she nodded yes he continued. "Let me do the talking if needed. They'll pick up your Boston accent right away. Try it out and if it doesn't work you can slug me later, okay?"

Jane nodded in acceptance. "Just don't do anything weird or it will be more than a punch. I may have to shoot you."

Gibbs nodded, smiled and took her hand, noting the sweaty palms. He leaned in close to whisper in her ear. "Like this isn't weird?" She actually shocked him by giggling.

Jethro put on his best acting face as he went down the ladder to the deck below. He put out his hand to help his 'girl friend' down and when she alighted he put his arm around her waist as if he couldn't get enough of her.

He felt Jane stiffen at his touch and then she whispered to him. "A little too much 'boy friend' there."

Gibbs came in for a quick peck to the cheek which left her eyes blazing. He whispered in her ear. "Relax Jane. You do want this to work, don't you?" He proceeded to touch her nose playfully which he knew he'd pay for later. "Show me where the device was located."

Jane led him to the midsection of the ship and Gibbs took stock of the location. It had been planted where the device would have the most effect for the least amount of munitions. It would have taken the entire ship, letting the whole country watch as this emblem of our nations freedom and the fight for it, went up in flames. "Let's go talk about your suspects."

As they headed for the ladder to go on deck the lieutenant leading the tour stopped his speech to the tour. "Excuse me, Sir." Gibbs and Rizzoli turned to face him. "What are you doing here today? This is a tour, exclusive to these folks."

Gibbs put on his most adorable face and bold faced lied to the young lieutenant. "My lady and I are leaving tomorrow morning for Bermuda to get married. We're from the Midwest and wanted so much to see this beautiful ship and Boston Harbor. We asked the sailor at the gangplank to let us on board. I hope it's all right. I thought this might take a little bit off my girl friends mind; you know pre-wedding jitters and all."

To all those in the tour group he was the sweetest and most thoughtful of men. One of the little old ladies spoke up for them. "Oh Lieutenant, don't worry about them. They are just so cute."

The lieutenant had his answer. "Then it is okay and best wishes in the future Sir and Ma'am."

Gibbs thanked them all and ushered his "bride to be" up the ladder and across the deck. The Chief Petty Officer was nowhere to be found. He'd have some explaining to do.

By the time the two of them got back to the car Rizzoli was beside herself with fury. "What the hell was that Gibbs?" She went into a manly voice. "My lady is suffering from pre-wedding jitters? As if I'd ever…"

She never had time to finish the thought. Gibbs exploded. "If what, If you ever get married or find someone to put up with you? Get real Rizzoli, my plan worked. We got to walk in, I learned a few things for myself and we didn't freak out the tour. Let's go back to the precinct and look at the file again. I want to talk to your tech people and have a chat with my own. Then we'll talk about your suspects. Tomorrow we'll even go find them."

Rizzoli got in, started the car and drove them back to the precinct. It was a very quiet ride.