Tony smiled. There was something about waking up with someone lying hard up against you, hand tangled in your chest hair and head nestled in the hollow under your collar bone that he found intensely pleasurable. He frowned. Something was a little odd. Was it the snore? No, he'd had women like that. Was it the morning stubble rasping against his naked body? No, some women from the 'old country' had that problem. Was it the shear size of the person next to him? No, that wasn't it; he'd dated Amazon-types before.

A feeling of absolute horror crept over his being as realisation hit. Yes there it was: that thing pressed against his leg. That wasn't meant to be there. His eyes flew open and he met a face full of McGee's hair. He fought the urge to push him off, race to the shower and scour his entire body raw with industrial grade sandpaper.

Gritting his teeth, he gently unhooked McGee's fingers from his chest and gingerly slid his heavy head onto the adjacent pillow where it landed with a hearty thump. Tony had never really studied McGee asleep without a tube of superglue in his hand. In the early morning light he looked almost human: eyes flitting about under his lids, peaceful low rumbling snore.

Acutely aware of the camera lens, Tony air kissed just above McGee's head and slithered unobtrusively from under him. He deliberately turned his back on the camera and sauntered naked to the bathroom wondering what rating his resident voyeur was giving his butt.

McGee's subconscious was busy flushing his arousal center and resetting the entire system. After a round of horrific Tony related nightmares, he spent an enjoyable time reliving every intimate moment he had ever spent with Abby: secret kisses, hugs, little cuddles they had shared. When the Abby memory supply was exhausted, he went through some little Ziva moments: a kiss full on the lips for his birthday (even though it wasn't), her laying on top of him in OTTO, holding her in his arms in a darkened garage. Next his short-term experiences: Ruby's smile, Erin's face, Agent Larsen and that night. An unbidden image of the director with freakishly large breasts roared through his mind and he gasped awake. "What was that?" He thought aloud, the image still fading before him.

"Morning Mickey," he spun to see Tony standing at the foot of the bed dressed only in a towel.

"Ahh, um hi ahh Ton….-my," McGee stumbled, still slightly reeling from the director's image his subconscious had chosen to dish up.

"Time to get up, we've got a lot to learn today."

As they walked down the corridor from their room, the two agents inserted their earwigs and accompanying electronics.

"Radio Tommy on the air," Tony whispered.

"…And Abby thinks she can enhance the picture?" Gibbs voice was very earnest.

"Yes. Oh…look I think he's throwing up….," Ziva's voice cut in.

"Boss?" Tony and McGee exchanged confused glances.

"DiNozzo!" Gibb's voice was just a little too jovial for this time of the morning.

"Ah Boss, we're heading down for breakfast and a nice round of lectures on how to make our relationship better," said Tony uncertainly.

"We've had some intelligence that your contact will be expecting the information on a USB flash drive. We're going to have to get one of those to you," Gibbs warned, some seriousness leaking through.

"I have two in my pocket," McGee offered.

Tony looked at him incredulously. "Of course you do, Probie."

"Be on your toes, you steamy lovebirds," Gibbs signed out.

Tony frowned and continued down the corridor. Suddenly he realised McGee was no longer by his side but was instead frozen to the spot, a look of absolute horror plastered on his face.

"Probie?"

McGee turned to him with dread in his eyes covering his microphone with his hand. "You don't think they saw….last night…do you?"

Tony retraced his steps to whack McGee on the back of the head. "Don't even think it."

The two agents sat finishing their lunch at one of the many intimate two seat tables set up for the course.

"Been picked up yet?" Tony asked.

"What! No."

"Ha!" Tony scoffed. "Even in a gay place you can't get picked up."

McGee scowled. "Did you find out anything?"

"I got a really good chicken curry recipe."

"Anything useful?"

"Nope. Nothing, nada, zippo. Maybe we're at the wrong place."

"No you're not," Gibbs assured them from the ether.

A warning bell sounded through the loud speakers.

"Ten minutes, Probie," Tony reminded him, "and then we get to assert our feeling for each other all over again."

"I'll meet you in there. I've got to, ah, visit the little boys room."

Tony closed his eyes in horror. He was going to have to teach McGeek some more manly euphuisms when this was over.

So intent was McGee on his mission that he entirely missed the bathroom door opening immediately after he entered and the three burley men entering stealthily behind him.