A/N: It's that time of the week again. And no, I'm not talking about the time where I go on a rant about being the only friggin' McKate shipper on the site. (Seriously people there's got to be at least one other shipper of this pairing out there... anyone?) Anyway, as usual, new chapter, disclaimer, it's all here.

Disclaimer: Okay, so all characters of the NCIS universe are copyright of... whoever owns them. Jericho is copyright of Atari. Enjoy.

- Chapter 5 -

Timothy McGee gently stretched for the silver doorknob that poked out of the front door of Tim's apartment. "C'mon." He fumbled with his keys, finally resulting in a click. "Yes!"

He opened the door into his small apartment. Money from his sequel book had given him an opportunity to gather a decent amount of furniture for his home. (With some help from Kate.) He originally planned on getting a new apartment all together. Maybe one closer to work. (Closer to Caitlin's own home, though he would never admit it.) But she encouraged him that his current home wasn't bad, it just needed something to fill it up.

He slowly opened the door, allowing Agent Todd to breeze through. "Thanks."

Tim reached over and dropped the his Sig-Sauer, and the Jericho on the kitchen table. Next to an empty carton of Chinese food.

"Want a drink?" He asked innocently, as Kate fell back onto his bed.

"No." She called back.

He got himself a can of cola, trying to prevent from drinking alcohol recently. He walked back to his bed, and leaned against the nearby wall. McGee saw her watching the television up on his wall. He approached the bed and crawled onto it, laying next to her.

And like this they remained, for a good long while. Until Tim grew bored of whatever was on FOX, or the Discovery Channel. He sighed, and turned on his side to face her. "Feel like doing anything besides watching TV?"

She smirked. "I'm just tired. We can go out if you want though."

"Hey," He began, "If you feel like staying in, that's perfectly fine with me. We can do something some other day." He felt his eyes close slightly as he tried to continue gazing at her.

"Drowsy?" He heard her ask.

He stifled a yawn and nodded. "I just can't believe this is really happening." He turned to face upward, staring at the ceiling.

She nodded. "Well, it's like your friend Collins said. This could be your second chance."

"I guess, I'm just worried about..."

"Me?"

Tim turned to her and nodded glumly.

Kate smirked, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "C'mon, don't you think I can take care of myself?"

"Of course. That's one of the reasons I'm so attracted to you." He stopped to ponder his words. "Which seems to be odd considering everyone thinks I have self-esteem issues."

Caitlin nodded. "Not really issues, but you've got to give yourself credit at times. You've caught your fair share of criminals at this job." She said hopefully. "Well... except-"

"Jericho."

She kicked herself in her mind. "Hey, that was in the FBI. That doesn't count."

He sighed quietly and nodded. "Whatever, I really could care less about Jericho right now." He said. "I've got a beautiful woman in my bed, and you're asking be to piss about over men I don't know?"

She chuckled at this and grinned. "Yeah, just don't get any ideas."

"Don't worry... I'm too tired." He said. He curled up to face the ceiling again, quietly kicking off his shoes. He let his eyelids fall as he felt an arm come around him.

Together, they fell asleep like this. It wasn't until many hours later, thirty minutes after the sun rose, that Timothy woke up. He found Caitlin and himself under the sheets, holding each other as close as they could. He rubbed his cloudy eyes to see if he was hallucinating. Of course, then he remembered the past month and smiled. Gently slipping out of her grip, he shed the covers and realized that the usual suit and tie from yesterday was still on him. Stiff and uncomfortable. "Shit."

He turned and shook his sleeping darling. "Kate, c'mon. It's six thirty, we have to be at work by seven." He sighed. He placed a hand on her shoulder again, and gently shook her. "Kate, come on..." He groaned and threw his head down. "Damnit. Why do you always do this?" He asked, referring to the time when he had arrived to drive her to work, only to discover she was still asleep and he was left pounding away at the door. (And act which earned him various odd gazes from her neighbors.)

"I hate to do this, just to get you up, but here goes." He took a deep breath, and moved his mouth over hers, kissing her gently. But over course, almost immediately he felt her deepen it, only to have it ended by Tim. "You were up all along weren't you?" He asked playfully.

"Yeah." She threw the covers off and got up. "What's wrong with you? I'm not a good kisser?"

"No, I just don't prefer to kiss you just to wake you up in the morning." He said. "Besides, if you wanted one that bad, all you had to do was ask."

She smirked. "Is that an offer?"

McGee smiled and shrugged. "Depends."

"On?"

"Weather or not Gibbs kills us for being late." He quipped.

- NCIS Bullpen -

Kate and Tim quietly slipped in while Gibbs was in the MTAC conversing with the director. McGee quickly booted up his computer and looked over.

"Where's Gibbs?" He asked.

Tony shrugged. "Talking to the director." But he gave each a long stare and grinned. "So Katie, what's the deal with wearing yesterday's clothes? Slumming it with the computer geeks?"

"You want me to kick your ass Tony?" She asked. Her offer seemed to be quite sincere.

Tony continued to make smug remarks about Caitlin and Timothy doing er... well things that shouldn't usually be discussed at a workplace. Kate was just about to crack, until she thought of something that would immediately turn the tables.

Kate stood up, and walked briskly past Tony towards McGee's desk. She spun around and took a seat on the top.

Tim stopped what he was doing and craned his neck, to face her. "Yes Agent Todd?" He asked.

She smirked. "Let's put on a little show." She whispered. Barely audible, as McGee strained to hear. All the while, Tony was watching her curiously.

Tim shrugged, and nodded. "Okay."

Kate grinned, and grabbed McGee's collar. "Now shut up and kiss me." She forced her lips on his, who was all too accepting to her proposition as she crawled off the desk, straight into his lap.

DiNozzo's pupils shrank as he watched their performance. What the hell did she think she was doing? Gibbs was going to blow his top! And she looked like she barely cared. He began to think he was going lightheaded.

Other passing agents shared in Tony's reaction, some of them even going so far as to shout a "Whoohoo!" To which Tony replied disgustingly.

She got on her feet again, and pushed McGee's chair against the wall. Just an inch past would fully block Tony's view. "Get ready." She whispered quietly.

"For what?" Was McGee's only response.

Kate let out a long, hushed moan justloud enough for DiNozzo's sick ears to pick up. The man's jaw dropped as he dry heaved over the waste basket.

Gibbs began to come down the stairs leading to the MTAC, and Kate released McGee, winking at him slyly. Tim straightened his tie and smirked. Damn, he was in love!

Agent Todd took a seat at her desk innocently, as Gibbs tossed an empty coffee into his own wastebasket. He took his own seat and looked over at Tony's desk.

"Something wrong DiNozzo?" He asked.

Anthony looked up, and shook his head unbelievably. "I... I'm going to the bathroom, to slit my wrists." He stood up and staggered off for the men's bathroom.

Gibbs cocked an eyebrow. "What's wrong with him?"

"I have no idea. Maybe he has the flu?" Kate suggested. "Or Newcastle disease."

Gibbs grabbed a few dollars from his wallet, planning to get a second coffee. "Isn't Newcastle a virus only effecting chickens or poultry?"

Kate looked up from her desk and nodded, seeing no problem with her theory.

McGee chuckled at his desk, which Gibbs noted. "So boss, what took you so long?"

"Your friend called. Wanted to see if you could come out to play." Jethro said, starting for the stairwell to purchase his coffee.

"What?" McGee asked. "Jericho? He called the you and the director?"

Gibbs turned and nodded.

McGee looked down and grabbed his Sig. He stood and started for the elevator. Kate went after him quickly, while Gibbs passed through the doors.

Tony returned from the bathroom as the elevator door closed, groping his stomach, and looking around the near empty squadroom. Wincing, he looked around. "Oh please tell me they're not having a quickie under their desks."

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed it. The next episode will feature a little more action if anyone has been waiting for a little excitement. (And no I don't mean... that... kind of excitement.) Review as usual.