Tony was not comfortable with this 'other' Tim. Not one little bit. And he wished Gibbs would let him order something other than soda from the barman. He needed something stronger.

Tim – for all the grief he gave her – was like a little sister to him – and grief giving was part of a big brothers job anyway – and he did not like the fact that for the very first time, tonight was making him see her as a woman and not just the Probie of the team.

It was very uncomfortable realising that men saw her as attractive. Well, he knew she was attractive, of course she was, but she had very firmly been in the 'little sister' box for years and she was staying there. And watching Langer stand beside her at the bar, his arm around her shoulder…Well, it made him want to slug the other man.

He was all over her and if Tony saw that hand of his go into any 'red light zones', staying undercover be damned he would be over there faster than you could say 'broken jaw'.

Gibbs was finding this side of Timothy McGee very interesting. To see her jumping about a stage with people she obviously felt comfortable with was slightly off-putting and for the first time Gibbs realised how little he knew about his genius agent.

The major question he was fixating on at the moment was a certain FBI agent.

Just how did she know him?

Ziva was loving this side of Tim as she watched the other woman be handed a glass of something by Langer and swallow all of the contents in one gulp.

She was used to the agent side of Tim. The agent who followed every order howled – no that wasn't it…barked? That was it – at them by Gibbs and put up with the pranks that Tony aimed her way with the patience of Job. She was always well put together with her hair pulled back from her face and very little – if any – makeup.

And now she was at a bar, her hair down and dyed, the makeup she wore making her eyes sparkle and obviously flirting with an agent from another agency.

Still waters run deep indeed, she smiled to herself.

"I haven't had nearly enough alcohol for this," Tim mourned the loss of her liquid courage as she was all but dragged along the corridor that led to the stairs that came up behind the stage.

"You can pull out now you know. I did promise you a 'stand and do nothing' role," she was nearly begging now.

Langer just ignored her as he brought them to a stop at the side of the curtain.

She stood still while someone fixed the microphone into her hair so that it sat at the top of her forehead.

She was going to kill the moron for coming down with the flu and putting her in this position.

She didn't mind doing the fun stuff like 'Dance Magic' had been. It was basically a case of stepping to the beat of the music as near to matching the You Tube videos of the Cha Cha she had quickly managed to watch as she could.

This was different though.

"What do you want me to do?" Langer asked as he held her in place to keep her from rushing back to the bar for another drink.

"It is going to be a slow dance to match the music…we'll…improvise,"

She gulped.

This was going to be so embarrassing.

"You hunt down killer for a living," Langer whispering in her ear had her shivering, "You can do this,"

"I can do this," she whispered.

If my knees stop turning to jelly.

Langer smiled and shook his head fondly at the NCIS agent.

She didn't seem to realise that all she would have to do was show up on the stage and they would win. She was gorgeous.

"Stop worrying," he used his reassurance as an excuse to wrap his arm around her shoulder and squeezed. She sagged against him.

"This is going to be horrible," she moaned.

"Look, you know your words don't you?"

She shot him a 'Do I look stupid?' glare.

"Of course I do,"

"There then. Half the battle is won,"

"And now," a voice bellowed at the other side of the curtain and the chattering of the crowd hushed, "We welcome back for round two – for the first time – NCIS!"

Music began to play.

Everybody was crowding about the stage now, and Ziva - deciding that she wasn't going to be struggling to see for the next five or so minutes and not wanting to risk having her view blocked if she did find a spot - heaved herself up onto the stool and with one hand on Gibbs' shoulder and another on Tony's balanced herself.

Tony was not happy with this plan.

"Ziva!" he snapped.

"Shh Tony, it is starting,"

A drum beat thudded through their chests, seeming to get into their ribs and shake their bones. It continued to beat, almost like the thumping of a heart. Violin music strained in the background.

The lights on the stage dimmed until the curtain was lit by red and orange lights that flowed and pulsed like blood through a heart.

And then from the side of the curtain, Tim came gliding onto the stage in the arms of Brent Langer.

She looked tiny compared to the broad muscles of the FBI agent.

Tony tensed and Ziva squeezed extra hard on his shoulder. A silent order to behave.

They swooped gently around the stage for a few strains and then Tim's blood red lips began to move, trembling slightly as she breathed in.

Her voice, obviously roughened by the alcohol she had been drinking only a few minutes ago came out rough and seductive.

"How you turn my world you precious thing," Langer dipped her and they saw her hand go to the back of his neck to support herself.

Langer only had eyes for her as he held her there, ignoring the audience entirely.

Years of training in work there, Ziva noted with approval.

Tony flinched when a wicked grin came to Tim's blood red mouth and she raised her head slightly until her lips where only a hairs breadth away from Langer's. This was just wrong.

She sang her words, her lips grazing his in the lights.

"You starve and near exhaust me,"

Langer lifted her from the dip and they spun until their fronts were plastered together.

The lights which had been focused on them since they danced onto the stage throwing a bewitching shadow of the two of them against the curtain.

Their legs moved smoothly and they breathed steadily against each other.

Ziva could feel both men shift beneath her hands and she smiled. Perhaps Tim would find herself going undercover on the next assignment.

One of Tim's hands was now resting on Langer's chest, thumping out the beat of the drums with her palm.

"Everything I've done, I've done for you,"

Her hand snaked up his chest to the back of his head and pulled him down, singing low into his ear.

"I move the stars for no-one,"

Tim could hardly breathe as she left the stage.

What the hell had come over her?

Langer jumped down the last few stairs and whooped and the next thing she knew she was in his arms being swung about.

"You killed them!" he crowed.

"I did?"

"You were amazing!" he placed her pack on her feet – which were killing her thanks to the heels.

"I was?"

"McGee, the trophy will be NCIS's this year. I guarantee it,"

Ziva couldn't remember having enjoyed herself so much in months and was debating whether or not to thank Tony for dragging her along on this ridiculous 'mission'. Considering that his and Gibbs reactions were part of her enjoyment she decided against it.

"I think Tim is going to win," Ziva spoke up.

They were waiting for the CIA to set up their music and light sequences now so everyone was back to talking. Everyone it seemed apart from Tony and Gibbs.

She sighed. This was getting ridiculous.

"She did very well, did she not?"

Silence.

"And now, for the final performance, will the CIA retain the title for another year? I give you the CIA!"

Ziva's eyes glazed over as two Vikings walked into the stage.

NCIS was definitely winning this year.

Tim was gobsmacked.

They had won.

For the first time, NCIS has actually won.

"We did it, boss," someone shouted beside her as they left the building, the proud holder of the Golden Mouse.

Yes, they had.

"Thank you so much for coming to the rescue tonight," Tim thanked Langer before she climbed out of the cab.

She still couldn't believe that they had actually won. Her feet were aching and her back was killing her from the corset - how did Abby wear these on a regular basis? - but it was worth it. On Monday the Golden Mouse would be proudly on display in the basement. She smiled at the man who had stepped into the void.

"Hey it was fun," he was smiling back at her, "Thank you for inviting me,"

Langer waved to Tim as she entered her building and settled back in the seat.

That had been fun. She had been fun.

NCIS suddenly seemed a lot more appealing than it did a few years ago.

TADA!

I love Labyrinth. Best sound track ever! And as one of my favourite artists has done a cover CD recently I have had the songs going around in my head for weeks. And then it was the Glasgow ComicCon (which I didn't go to :() at the end of September so this series of one-shot just kind of happened.

Silly but fun to write.

I really hope you enjoyed them.

Please leave a comment in the little box ;)

Take care

:)

PS – The artist is Karliene, you can look for her on YouTube if you like. She does covers of songs (Labyrinth (obviously ;)), Lord of the Rings, Game of Thrones etc) but she also does some wonderful original stuff.