After leaving the van with a victory Sam started to walk back towards where her car was. On her way she saw a large limo pull up to the club and next to McGee in the van. Seeing the obvious show of wealth she backtracked towards the entrance of the club and waited with her cell phone out and acted busy. Knowing that anyone who was able to not only hire a limo, but also get door to door service to Pure would be someone throwing their money around which Sam wanted to catch. The door to the limo was opened by the driver which looked just a little too big to fit into the job he had and when the person inside the limo exited she immediately turned away.
DAMN! She thought seeing that it was Nikolay Slav. His money fell under the small category of funds Sam wanted nothing to do with. Though seeing him explained what her little writer friend in the van was doing. With a look like a curious cat she walked back to the van and didn't knock this time. "Looks like your friend has attracted the attention of some very interesting characters." Sam said while taking the seat next to McGee.
"Sam you can not be in here." McGee said with a half annoyed half impatient tone in his voice. He turned back to the monitor and speaker and began talking to Tony and Ziva. "I have a visual on Nikolay Slav. He just got out of a limo and is walking into Pure right now. You should be able to see him in just a moment." McGee then took his head and microphone off his head and turned to Sam. "What?"
Sam didn't look back at McGee and instead started to fiddle with some buttons and papers around her seat. Acting just like a curious cat she continued to paw and fiddle with anything she could. There was no desired effect she was hoping for, but seeing McGee get flustered and seemingly defeated form of annoyance was enough to make her smile. "So what's this do?" She asked and then pushed the button next to her hand.
Inside Pure
"I got eyes on him." Tony said when a man fitting the picture of N. Slav walked through the door. He was joined shortly by several men of large and intimidating statue. "It seems like everyone has to travel with a pose. I tell you ever since the Rat Pack everyone has to have that following." He looked back at Ziva as they both continued to scan the rest of the club. By now it was starting to pick up and the music was beginning to get louder and louder. "How do we want to approach this?" Tony asked.
A familiar yet unexpected voice came back into both Tony and Ziva's ear. "She should make the move." It was Sam and while they had been able to hear her interruptions before they were somewhat faint. Now they rang in both their ears crystal clear. McGee was also on the line as well.
"She found the second microphone." He said dryly.
"Well happy to see the van is being ran by a firm law enforcement officer." Tony said back. "Why should Sam be the one to make the move? I don't expect you to know this Sam but I happen to be pretty good with this sort of scene. I haven't had to pay for VIP treatment since I was 16." He laughed and looked over at Ziva who rolled her eyes.
"You may have smooth words and suit, but Ziva has you beaten cold in one very important category." Same said back to Tony. She enjoyed the cocky sort of style he had. Like a puppy frat boy mixed with the honest honestly of someone hiding something important. "And in this situation I think it would best if Ziva took the rains.
"And what is this thing that Ziva has?" Tony said.
"Look at her." Sam replied.
Tony did just that and was yet again enjoying the dress and body of the woman next to him. "Now you get it." Sam said with a smirk. She may not have been in the club but she knew the face Tony was wearing. As did Ziva. She did a simple half spin as she walked towards the VIP area with her body moving to the beat of the song. An almost mesmerizing dance in Tony's eyes.