"Good afternoon, my lady of the basement," a pleasant tickle went down Tim's spine as lips accidentally brushed her ear as the man behind her spoke.

Keep an eye on him if you can, Agent McGee.

She glanced to the side to see the others smiling like love struck idiots at her and the man at her back.

They didn't get much real life entertainment down here in the bowels of NCIS.

She felt like a freaking vampire since Director Vance had reshuffled the team and shuffled her right down the stairs. Sometimes she didn't even go upstairs for lunch and wouldn't see a window (which had taken some getting used to – even her little office in Norfolk had had a window) until it was time for her to go home and it was dark outside. Much more of this and she would be getting treated for a vitamin D deficiency.

"Would you care to join me for lunch?" she couldn't make out the features of the man behind her in the computer screen, only the vague shape.

"I can't today, I'm busy,"

Keep your distance though, Agent McGee.

"Go on Boss," someone piped up from somewhere along the line of blinking screens, "You've been having lunch at your desk all week,"

"Yeah, come on boss," she could hear the smile in the voice at her ear as he mimicked her colleagues.

One hand was placed gently on her shoulder to steady her as she felt another one grip the back of her chair.

She was carefully rolled backwords and spun around.

She looked up – unimpressed – into the smiling face of Agent Langer.

"Come on. Come and have lunch with me," he wheedled.

"Fine," she sighed, "But it has to be a quick one, I'm busy,"

She turned back to her desk and secured her computer, it could continue running some scans while she was gone without being supervised for a while.

A soft touch on her back led her to the elevator and up towards life. As the elevator doors slide shut she shook her head at some of the others giving her small waves, thumbs-up and encouraging smiles.

"It's as cold as a crypt down there," Langer pointed out.

"Yeah, it's to keep the equipment from overheating,"

"Can't do you any good," she could feel him looking at her and she couldn't stop herself from looking away from the smooth surface of the door to meet his eyes.

He was actually concerned about her.

Why did he have to be so nice?

She knew he was nice from her past dealings with him but why did he have to still be so nice. Why couldn't it have been an uncharacteristic one of.

Remember, Agent McGee, everything could be an act.

"Can it?" he prompted, and she realised she had been standing silently like an idiot.

"Um, I wear warm clothes, I'll probably end up a sweaty mess while having lunch,"

'A sweaty mess'? Really McGee.

It was true though. She had taken to wearing heat pads beneath her clothing and today had called for the thermal undershirt too – she had a feeling she was actually coming down with something.

"Sure you want to still have lunch with me?" she asked quickly, in an attempt to cover up her embarrassment.

Langer only smiled at her and nodded his head as the elevator stopped and he held out an arm for her to exit first.

Remember Agent McGee. This is a mole hunt.

Try and get information out of him.

Tim sipped at her coffee.

Langer had gone from dragging her out of the basement for lunch to insisting she had a coffee break with him too, insisting she needed more sunlight before she started attacking people's necks. She had giggled and asked him jokingly what his blood type was.

It had been nice to joke with him.

It had been dangerous under the circumstances.

"So, why did you transfer?" she asked him to break the silence, "FBI not treating you well?"

He looked at her.

"Needed a change," he spoke after a few minutes.

"A change. Didn't you go there for a change?" she asked, slightly confused.

"Yeah. But something was different here that made it more appealing," he explained cryptically, smiling at her.

Something about his eyes and that smile had her beginning to feel warm and she willed her blush to stay at the base of her neck where it felt like it was beginning to creep up from.

"Really?" she aimed for nonchalance...she failed.

He leaned in close to her.

"Really,"

You made an impression Agent McGee. If he wants to make friends let him.

Tim readjusted the bag on her shoulder, it wasn't as heavy as it used to be when she had to be ready for anything in the field but her misery would have made a feather like a ton weight at the moment.

She wanted this to be over.

She had been pulling early and late shifts for weeks now, trying to get the information that Director Vance was after. She hadn't written in months. She missed Ziva – although they did exchange emails weekly (or more often if they could). She missed Tony the most though. Which was funny. When she first met him she never would have thought that out of all the team she would miss him at all, never mind the most.

And Gibbs. She even missed Gibbs being there to yell for "Something" and pushing her to get answers out of thin air. Maybe she would have cracked the encryptions by now if Gibbs was there to breath down her neck.

"Tim!"

She couldn't stop it. A smile came to her face at the sound of the voice.

"Brent,"

The other agent was jogging after her across the parking lot.

"You're in late," she observed and then realising that she was talking to someone who was now on Gibbs' team she realised how stupid a comment that was. Gibbs didn't have much of a gauge for 'late' when there was a case to solve.

"Yeah, just getting off now. What about you. Someone chain you to your desk in the basement,"

"No. Just had some work to catch up on,"

She continued towards her car and he fell in step beside her.

"Would you like to grab something to eat?" he sounded far too energetic to have just put in goodness knows how many hours with Gibbs.

"I'm sorry Brent, I'm tired," she sighed.

"Come on Tim. You know if you don't eat with me you'll just fall into bed and not eat at all," he elbowed her gently.

He did have a point.

Spend time with him if you can.

"Alright,"

"Great. My cars over there," he pointed to the other side of the lot, "What's your pleasure? Chinese? Italian? Indian?"

"Chinese would be nice,"

"I know just the place. You can follow behind me," he went sprinting off towards his car.

But remember. Don't let yourself get emotionally attached. He could be a traitor.

WARNING-don't get attached guys, the end result is going to be the same as the show. And you know how that went down. :(

I had a super duper productive day today even if I do say so myself. I am sorry that I haven't been able to reply to any comments left for the last few chapters. I have had a to-do list the length of my arm. :(

Thank you so much for all the amazing feedback. You guys are great!

Take care everyone.

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