Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or NCIS. I make no profit from writing this.

AN: This one is for Jessica who wanted McGee/Buffy. Happy holidays, Jessica!

Tony watched with narrowed eyes as McGeek's fingers flew over his keyboard. The first clue that something was wrong was that they didn't have a case right now. They had just wrapped one up and filed their reports. The second clue was that there was a stupid grin on the man's face. What was he up to?

His eyes flicked to where Ziva was cleaning up her desk. For a moment he thought she hadn't noticed but that was silly, of course she had noticed something was wrong. Now that he was watching he could see her eyes flicker to McGee every once in a while before she turned her attention back to her cleaning up.

He managed to catch her eyes, raising an eyebrow as he nodded in McGee's direction. All he got in return was a shrug and a shake of her head. So, she didn't know what was going on either. Well, that would just have to change. Tony Dinozzo wasn't one for secrets … unless they were his.

There was a near silent huff of laughter before McGee closed his laptop. He stood with a stretch before he moved through the room.

"Hey! Where are you going, McGeek?"

"Abby," McGee replied, as if that explained everything.

"Right," Tony breathed. He watched the elevator close behind McGee before a smirk crossed his lips. He was up out of his seat and across the room to McGee's computer before the elevator even started moving.

"Should you be doing that, Tony?" Ziva asked.

"Sure, I should. McGee's hiding something and it's our job as his friends to find out what."

"I thought you didn't like McGee. You fight like cats and mice."

"Cats and dogs," Tony corrected unconsciously. "And we don't fight … much. Besides, if he didn't want us looking, he wouldn't have left it here for us." Tony lifted the lid of the laptop, hitting the power button. It was simple after that to bypass the startup password. McGee was so predictable. Not a moment later the laptop was up and running. Now, what would McGee have been working on that he didn't want them to know about?

The recently viewed documents showed bits and pieces of a novel McGee was working on but he wouldn't have been hiding that. They all knew he wrote by now. Hmm, what else, what else? His eyes scanned over the screen. There were a few games icons on the desktop but nothing that would explain that stupid grin.

Ah! His messenger was still online. Could that be it? His fingers found the mouse, double clicking on the little icon. The messenger popped up on the side of the small screen. It was just his luck that McGeek hadn't closed his instant message before shutting down. It popped up as well and Tony's eyes widened at the words written. McGeek had an internet girlfriend who was in town and asking to meet.

He glanced furtively around the room, finding no one but Ziva who stood at his shoulder. He tapped on the screen name and a window opened. What kind of name was Buffy? He scanned down through the woman's profile. It said her temporary home was in Los Angeles by way of the late Sunnydale. She was twenty-three years old. He didn't know what he expected, a stern old librarian maybe, but not a girl barely legal. Maybe McGee was finally learning something from him?

There was no picture of the woman, just a crude drawing of a heart with what looked like a stake through it, but there was a link to a photo album. He clicked on the link, waiting only a bare second before the page loaded. Geez, why wasn't his computer this fast?

"Holy shit!" Tony exclaimed. The first picture on the new site was a group shot. It took up most of the screen. There were more than a few woman crowded around a large room with four men.

"Wipe your mouth, Dinozzo," Ziva advised. There was a bit of drool rolling down his chin and if it got onto the computer, they were busted. What did that mean anyway? It was probably something a man had come up with because didn't they used busted for a well-endowed woman?

Tony raised a shaky hand to brush away the wetness. There was a blond down front with a redhead and one of the men on either side. There was a younger brunette standing at the man's side and a brunette hanging onto the redhead. The older man was watching them with fond amusement. One of the woman caught Tony's more than the others however. She wasn't tall by any means; not like some of the woman, he had dated, but she was built for curves. She wore a pair of leather pants and a cropped top that certainly showed them off. The only problem was the tall, powerfully built man that stood territorially next to her. Damn.

Still, he was betting that with a name like Buffy she was the tiny blonde down front. How had McGee managed to snag a hottie like that? Did they exchange pictures? Maybe McGee had given her his picture instead of his own. Yeah, that sounded good. Maybe McGee would need to ask him to take her on their date?

Tony was practically rubbing his palms together at the idea when there was a ding. McGee had gotten a new message.

SlayerQueen: "I thought you were going home to change?"

Tony turned frantically to Ziva who was suddenly not beside him.

SlayerQueen: "You don't have to cancel do you?"

GemcityLord: "I remembered I forgot to send something for the last case. Didn't want anything getting in the way with what we agreed on."

Tony barely smothered a snicker at the screen name. He guessed it was better than Elf Lord was though. He looked over what he had typed. That sounded like Probie; he was always worried about getting his reports finished. It would be just like him to screw up a date with a pretty woman by doing just that.

SlayerQueen: "I thought you said you finished them?"

Damn it. What was he going to do now? He wasn't the best of friends with McGee but the little geek was part of their team and you protected your own. He would never admit it aloud but it wouldn't feel right to ruin a date for McGee. Time to come clean.

GemcityLord: "Alright, I'm not McGee. He left his laptop here and I was snooping."

Why did he have to be such a good person?

The message didn't come through right away and he was beginning to wonder if he had done the wrong thing. Should he have just followed through, said he had finished the reports but had just forgotten to send one? Finally, a message telling him his friend was typing came up. It stayed like that for a moment, like the woman was hesitant to talk to him or send what she had written.

SlayerQueen: "You're Tony, aren't you? Tim has told me about you. You sound a lot like a friend of mine … just like Abby sounds like Willow. Tim's gone, right?

Was a hot chick like that really worried that geeky little Tim was going to stand her up?

GemcityLord: "Yeah, he left a while ago."

SlayerQueen: "Crap. I better go get ready. A word of advice: stay away from Tim's computer. If he reacts anything like Willow, he'll tear your arms off and beat you with them if you screw something up. Talk to ya later."

SlayerQueen has signed off.

Tony pulled his hands away from the laptop with a wary look. He'd seen Abby in a rage and if she was like this Willow, he couldtotally see that happening. Would McGeek really react like that?

He reached forward hesitantly and shut the laptop down, closing the top gently. Better not to find out.

Timothy McGee waiting outside the restaurant. His fingers found his tie, fiddling nervously with it before moving to check the cuff-links. He took a deep breath and forced himself not to fidget. She would be here soon. Oh god, what was he doing? He wasn't anything special. At least not in the dating ring. Set him in front of a computer and he could hack anything but he had never been good with girls–especially not beautiful woman and that's definitely what Buffy was. She was also independent, wanting to meet him at the restaurant instead of having him pick her up but he decided he liked that about her too.

A new wave of panic settled over him as a dark car pulled up. Tim admitted he doesn't know as much about cars as Tony does but he could tell just from the look of this one that it was expensive. It went perfectly with the restaurant. Tim had brought along his banking card because heknew he would need to take a dip into it to pay for this meal. It was a very exclusive restaurant and he wasn't sure how Buffy had gotten reservations.

The car door opened and a blond head peeked over the top of the car as the woman handed her car keys to one of the valets. He watched her walk around the side of the car and felt his breath catch. She was even more beautiful than the photos had shown. Why was she here with him and not someone like Tony?

"Tim?" Her voice was like an angel's.

Alright, pull it together, Tim, he chastised himself, breathing deeply. The scent of her perfume drifted around him. It had a hint of something sweet that mingled with a deeper, darker scent. It was intoxicating.

"Yeah, uh, I mean, hi," he finished lamely. He could feel the blush as a rising heat in his cheeks.

Buffy smiled. This was what she needed. Tim was a good man but more than that, he was uncomplicated and didn't take her for granted. The conversations they had online and over the phone had been nice, more than nice after the hell that was Sunnydale. Tim had managed to soothe the burning pain that was her constant companion since her friends had dragged her from Heaven; he had managed to take the edge off the hurts of friends lost.

"Hey." Now she felt like Oz. What the hell, right? Buffy took the step forward and wrapped her arms around Tim, hugging him for the first time. Yeah, this was more than nice.

Now if they could just keep Tony and Xander apart everything would be perfect.

Fin