Once in the confines of the car, Callie kicked off her heels and snuggled up against Tony. "So, are you guys hungry?"

Gibbs answered, "I could eat."

A smile lit Harris' face as she continued, "You trust me, right?"

Tony leaned away from her before answering, "Most of the time."

A glare from Gibbs at DiNozzo, he answered, "What have you got in mind?"

"It's going to look like kind of a dive, but I promise you won't be disappointed."

"Okay, go for it," Tony nodded.

Crawling across DiNozzo, she knocked on the window between Karl and the back of the car. "What do you want, Miss Priss?" Karl teased.

"Shawnessy's," she answered with a mischievous grin.

"I should have known. They up to it?" Karl nodded back towards the two men as he continued to drive.

"Might as well break them in right." Callie continued.

"OK but you know the rules," Karl warned.

"No problem."

"Tell them," Karl instructed.

"Will do," Callie replied with a smile.

Karl laughed, "Shawnessy's it is." And he rolled up the window and changed the direction.

Crawling back across Tony, Gibbs said, "What are Karl's rules? Maybe I need to add them to my own."

Callie just grinned, "Well, it's really only one rule."

"And?" Gibbs continued.

"You can drink all you want but if you puke in the car, I clean it up," Callie answered.

Gibbs laughed as Tony asked, "You ever have to do that?"

Callie smiled, "Only once when I puked. But, twice when my friend's couldn't hold it."

"So," Gibbs interjected, "Let me get this straight. If DiNozzo or I get sick, you still have to clean up the mess?"

Callie nodded, still smiling, "My friends I let in the car."

"DiNozzo, ever want to get even?" Gibbs teased.

"Not like that, Boss. Not like that," Tony laughed.

And in ten minutes, they pulled in front of Shawnessy's. The guys left their suit coats and ties in the car and followed Callie as she led the way into the unremarkable building.

"I know it doesn't look like much from the outside," Callie was talking, look back to Tony and L.J., "but the food's great and the atmosphere is…"

"How many?" the greeter interrupted.

Callie turned around quickly at the voice. The two women froze as recognition was immediate. They cried out simultaneously.

"Callie!"

"Amy!"

Menus flew and people jumped at the sound of the girls screams. Tony and Jethro could only watch as their self-assured, gun-wielding agent suddenly turned into a giggly high school kid.

"Oh my god," Amy drawled, "I cannot believe this!"

"What are you doing here?" Callie quizzed.

Amy blushed as she replied, "I own the place. Well, I married into it. I married Daniel Shawnessy."

"You didn't!" Callie was aghast.

Amy shook her head and started picking up the mess, "Seemed like a good idea at the time. He's on bar." And she pointed toward the back of the establishment.

"Then that's where we want to be," Callie smiled, "Table for three."

Amy nodded and led Callie and her two guests to a tall table in the bar. As she seated them, Harris made the introductions.

"Well, in case you haven't figured out by now, this is Amy Lewis Shawnessy. One of my best friends from school. Amy, this is Jethro and my boyfriend, Tony."

Both men shook her hand as their names were called, Amy lingering over DiNozzo's. "You better treat her good, Tony."

Tony only smiled, "No problem, Amy."

Then, a tall man, black hair graying at the temples, walked up behind Amy and snapped her with a towel, "We got a front full of people, woman. What are you doin'?"

Amy turned to glare at the man but before she could reply, Callie cut her off, "Thought your momma raised you better than that, Daniel Shawnessy."

The man's head jerked at the sound of the voice and the cautionary statement, "What the hell? Callie Harris!" And he grabbed her and hugged her tight.

Gibbs and DiNozzo were pleased to see people that genuinely seemed to know and love their Callie. Especially after the trying three hours the agent had suffered through in the funeral home.

Callie again introduced Tony and Gibbs. Daniel asked quietly, "You here cause of your Dad?"

Harris nodded in response. Nodding back, Daniel turned to the men and said, "So, what'll it be?"

Looking at the two agents that flanked her, Callie grabbed their menus and said, "You trust me, right?"

Gibbs nodded, "We already told you that in the car."

"Car?" Amy asked. "Karl out there?"

Callie smiled, "Of course. Who else would put up with me?"

"I'll have to get him the usual. What about ya'll?" Amy continued

"Three specials with ranch dressing on the salads. Loaf of bread and a bucket of Shiners." Callie answered authoritatively.

Amy smiled, "Right out." And she left the three agents with Daniel.

"So," Daniel began, "she tell you about the State Softball game?"

"Daniel, don't you have a bar to tend?" Callie said sharply.

Daniel smiled, "Not too busy right now. I'll just get your bucket and then be back to talk about it."

Callie corrected, "Get the bucket and then leave it. You've got other customers."

Daniel continued to smile as he left to get the beers Callie had ordered.

"So, I guess this was a favorite hang out?" Tony asked.

Callie smiled, "Spent more Friday nights here than I can count. Also, a ton of times after softball games." Callie turned, pointing behind the bar, "There's a private room back there that Mrs. Shawnessy let us use. She kept us in cheese sticks and bread and French fries. Daniel kept us in liquor."

"Not hard stuff," he defended returning with the bucket, "but we did put a few cases of Shiner away on a regular basis. Now, about that softball game."

Callie handed the beers to the two men, screwing off the caps as she did. They were saved from Daniel's story as Amy put three salad bowls, a squeeze bottle of dressing and two small loaves of bread in a basket on the table. Turning to her husband, she admonished, "I've got drink orders adding up. Leave Cal alone and let her and her friends eat in peace."

Daniel just mumbled as he left Amy at the table. Once she was sure he was out of earshot, she turned back, "Callie was a four year letterman on the varsity team. Had a career batting average that's still a record."

Callie, who had been squirting dressing on the three salads aimed the bottle at her friend, "Stop right there or I'll shoot."

Amy grinned, "Fine, but you know they're going to hear all about it either from me or Danny so you might as well tell." And she stuck her tongue out as she left to wait on other customers.

Callie shook her head and put down the bottle. The men were enjoying the play as well as the food.

"Not bad so far, Harris," Gibbs complimented.

Tony nodded, "Four year varsity player, huh?"

Callie sighed, "Yeah, but it's not that big a deal."

Danny was back, "Sure it is. She played outfield as a freshman then they moved her to first base her last three years. Hell of a hitter, too. Batted fifth as a fish, third as a sophomore and clean up her last two years."

"Can we please just eat?"

"Not until you tell us your batting average," Tony answered.

"Fine," Callie answered, putting down her fork, "I was a career .650 hitter. Satisfied?"

Danny smiled, "That's not what she hit in the State Championship her senior year."

Again, Callie turned a glare on Danny, "You really want Amy to catch you back here?"

Danny looked over his shoulder and then hastily retreated back to the bar to fill the ever increasing drink orders.

Gibbs and DiNozzo continued to laugh, enjoying the situation Callie now found herself in.

"You've never mentioned you played softball," Tony stated.

"It was something I did in high school, Tony. Once I graduated and went to the Navy, there was never any time."

Gibbs gave Callie a sideways glance. This was Callie's second cryptic remark of the night that he was going to have to investigate.

She was spared any more questions as Amy appeared carrying a large tray. Sitting it on a nearby table, she removed the empty salad bowls and replaced them with large plates that were stacked with food.

Gibbs eyes widened at the size of the meat covering the plate, "What is that?"

"That, gentlemen, is a chicken fried steak with a side of waffle fries. A southern favorite that is absolutely the best thing you've ever eaten." Callie explained with a wide smile.

Amy then put a large bowl of white gravy and two more squeeze bottles filled with ketchup. "Anything else?"

"No, ma'am." Callie answered, "It looks just like I remember."

"Well, if it doesn't taste like you remember, let me know. I'll have to have a little talk with Mary Shawnessy." Amy warned.

Callie just laughed. They ate in companionable silence, Amy or Danny, drifting by to check; stories of the softball game forgotten, or so Callie thought.

Amy returned to clear the empty plates, all three having demolished the food. "Room for dessert?"

Callie's eyes twinkled, "Still serve peach crisp?"

"With vanilla ice cream," Amy sassed back.

Callie nodded, "Three, please?"

Amy grinned, leaving a book on the table as she left. Callie tried to grab it but Tony was faster. "Somebody's high school annual?"

She reached for it, only to have Gibbs prevent her, "Come on, spill on the game. We've heard about it more than once tonight so it must be good."

"Alright," Callie huffed, "we made the playoffs my last three years on the team. My junior year, we made it into bi-district play. My senior year, we made the state finals."

Danny had walked up behind Callie, smiling as he heard her brief explanation, "They were a force that year. Callie played first. Amy was shortstop. They had six all district players. They could turn a double play that put the boys team to shame."

"We beat the boys, actually," Amy added, walking up with dessert bowls and putting them down on the now empty table, "Had a game for charity. We pitched a baseball when they were batting, they threw a softball."

"Callie went yard twice in that game," Danny smiled. "I should know. I was pitching."

Callie was fascinated with dessert and refused to make eye contact as her friends continued to talk, "Callie was unbelievable in that State final." Amy stated simply.

"What'd you bat?" Danny punched her.

Callie stopped her spoon on the way to her mouth, "I hit .765 in the finals. Everything looked as big as a watermelon when I was in the batter's box. Only problem?"

"We had a pitcher who couldn't hit a bull in the butt with a bass fiddle," Amy's tone of voice stilled showed her exasperation after all these years.

Gibbs and DiNozzo laughed. Tony kept casting glances towards the redhead. He knew she was embarrassed at the fuss but he couldn't help but admire the prowess she must have possessed.

"We lost," Callie said simply, "by one run."

"I think I would rather have a blow out then be that close," Gibbs replied.

Callie shook her head, "Doesn't really matter, L.J. A loss is a loss."

Gibbs smiled as Callie stood, "I've got to visit the facilities. You two," she pointed at Danny and Amy, "don't tell them anything else. I've got to spend the weekend with them." And she walked off.

Gibbs took the annual. Seeing a picture in the front, he opened it and looked up at Amy. "Is that Callie?"

She nodded, "Something happened over the summer before her senior year."

Gibbs gave Amy his best interrogation stare but the girl only smiled, "I've been stared down by better, Jethro. Callie wants you to know about that, you'll have to get the story from her."

Gibbs smiled, "And we both know Callie's not very forthcoming with information."

Amy answered, "That's your problem, not mine. However," she threw Gibbs a bone, "you could always ask Karl. He might fill you in. He definitely knows. And, more even than me."

Gibbs nodded to the girl as he caught a signal from DiNozzo that Callie was on her way back. As she joined the group, she spoke, "Alright, Amy, I need the tab. You guys wanna head on out?"

Tony nodded as he slid off the stool, "This has been a great night and some of the best food I think I've ever had. Thanks." And he shook hands with Danny as he gave Amy a quick hug.

"I second that," Gibbs smiled, shaking hands with Danny, too. "We'll meet you outside."

And Gibbs and DiNozzo left, hoping for a few quick words with Karl before Callie appeared. She looked at her two friends as she figured the ticket and then handed it back, with cash. Amy's eyes widened at the amount of the tip Callie had added.

"You're not doing that," she warned.

Callie smiled, "Too late. Already did it." And she hugged her friends.

"Think you'll have time to come back?" Danny asked.

Callie's face was stoic, "I doubt it, guys. The weekend's pretty well planned and we'll be leaving Tuesday."

Danny nodded, "Don't be a stranger, Cal."

She smiled and left to join Gibbs and DiNozzo.