Meanwhile back at Mac's apartment Stella stood at the front door considering whether to use her spare key or not. She remembered Jordan's words 'This is a real date' and put the spare key back in to her purse. She rang the doorbell and waited.

When Mac opened the door he was dead struck by Stella's appearance.

"Mac, close your mouth, you're catching flies." Stella joked.

Mac's cheeks went all red and it took him a moment to speak.

"You look amazing, Stell." Mac complimented.

"Come on in." Stella followed Mac.

"You don't look half as bad yourself, Taylor." She chuckled enjoying the back view. Mac stopped, looked at his butt and then stared at Stella. "You know, she started, "You should wear more casual at work."

She slowly walked towards Mac and stroke her finger along the V-line of his T-shirt.

"This…" She kissed him softly on his lips. "… is far more attractive than to ties." Mac lay his hands around her waist and pulled Stella and pulled Stella in for a deeper kiss.

"Hi" Stella greeted him as they parted their lips.

"Hi yourself, Gorgeous." Mac blushed.

"Would you like a drink?"

"Hmm… red wine, please."

Mac took Stella's hand and together they walked to the kitchen. While Stella got the glasses, Mac got a bottle of red wine and poured the glasses.

"Dinner will be ready soon." Mac informed.

"Hmm… smells good, what are we having?"

"Mexican steak." Mac pulled Stella in for another kiss.

"Hmm… perfect." Stella commented.

"Steak or kiss?" Mac teased.

"Both." Stella whispered.

"Follow me, Gorgeous." Mac reached for Stella's hand and led her to the dining room.

"Mac, this is wonderful" Stella complimented as she admired the set dinner table with candles all around. Mac pulled the chair back for Stella to take a seat. She smiled gratefully as she sat down.

"Be right back." He whispered in her ear and left for the kitchen.

Three minutes later Mac walked back in with two plates and served one to Stella. He then sat down himself.

"This is real good, Mac." Stella said as she tasted Mac's cooking.

"Why, tank you. It's been too long since I cooked a real meal, Stell." Mac admitted.

"Yeah, I know what you mean, having dinner by yourself doesn't really invite to cook." Stella agreed.

"So let's enjoy this before it get's cold." "Good idea." Mac chuckled.

After dinner Mac poured them another glass of wine while Stella took the dishes to the kitchen. He then dimmed the lights and took the glasses of wine to the living room. He turned on some soft music, lighted some candles and relaxed on the couch for Stella to return.

***

Fifteen minutes later Stella still wasn't back and Mac had dozed off a bit. Suddenly he heard a little cough. Mac swallowed as he opened his eyes.

"Hello Mac…" she murmured.

"Stella…" He didn't expect to find Stella standing in the doorway with a black almost see-through negligee. Her hair was lose and hanging over her shoulders.

"Like what you see?" she said amused.

"Stell…" Mac got up Stella moved seductively towards Mac. He moved forward to Stella while stripping off his shirt before he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I need you Mac…"

Within seconds Mac greedily claimed her mouth. He picked Stella up carried her to the bedroom. Stella trembled in his hold, taking what he was giving her as she returned his kiss. Gently he lay her on the bed and within moment she had him out of his clothes and he consumed with passion, ripping her negligee off, revealing her sexy body to his gaze.

Mac didn't hold back. He touched and tasted every inch of her body. Stella couldn't believe it that this beautiful man could make her release that powerful. She moaned and cried out as he discovered her sensitive spots. But she wanted more. She wanted him and was holding that part away from her.

"Make love to me, Mac. Please!" She murmured, pulling him on top of her as she lay down and clamped her legs around his hips.

"Stella…" He whispered.

"Take me. Take me now, she demanded.

He made wild passionate love to her, both overwhelmed by the sensation. Exhausted, satisfied and happy they fell asleep, Stella safely spooned in to Mac.

***

Gibbs got up at six the next day. For some reason he couldn't sleep. Something about this case was nagging him. If they had found a leg and a sock, why didn't find a shoe? They were missing something here. He changed in to some sweats and an old NIS jumper, and headed out for his morning run to the park. When he got there he noticed that it was near the crime scene. But that wasn't the only thing he noticed. Also jogging is the park was Jordan. He decided to catch up with her.

"Hey D'Angelo!" He called out for Jordan. "Wait up!"

Jordan stopped and turned. Gibbs ran towards her. When he reached her he caught up Gibbs bent over trying to catch his breath. Jordan poked him in the ribs.

"You are out of shape Gibbs".

"Ya think Jordan?!" He shot back. "You go for a run every morning?" Gibbs asked Jordan. "

Only when I need to think." Jordan answered.

"Something on your mind?" Gibbs was interested.

"Yeah, about the case." Jordan helped Gibbs up. "

Like what?" Gibbs got curious.

"Well, why didn't we find some footwear?" Jordan threw her hands in the air.

"Yeah, exactly my thoughts." Gibbs acknowledged.

"You know what? Why don't we go back and search the premises?" Jordan suggested.

"Lead the way, Angel." Gibbs remarked. Jordan gave Gibbs one of his own famous glares and led on.

As the walked along a pond Jordan observed the grass. "What's that in the soil?"

Gibbs kneeled down and took a closer look. "It's a footprint." He observed the print. "About the same size as the foot."

Jordan glanced around. "Well I can't see any shoes lying around." She remarked.

"What about the pond?" Gibbs looked up.

"Could definitely be a good place to drop it." Jordan agreed.

Gibbs got up. "Well…?"

Jordan gave him a dubious look. "Well what?"

"It's not that deep, you could step in to it." Gibbs suggested.

"Me?" Jordan shrieked. "Why not you?" She demanded.

"I outrank you." Gibbs dryly said.

"Oh no Mister, that's not how it works here." Jordan stopped him. "We're pulling straws." "The one that loses, is dumpster diving." She told him.

Gibbs walked to a tree and ripped some sticks from it. He then made sure two of them were shorter. He held them in his closed hand and gave Jordan the honour. He then pulled his own straw and showed it to Jordan.

"Looks like you're going on a little diving trip, D'Angelo." Gibbs pointed to the pond.

***

Jordan grumbled and sat down. Gibbs had an aggravated gaze on his face.

"I'm not getting my new shoes wet, Gibbs." She explained while she took off her sneakers and socks.

Gibbs held out a hand to help Jordan up and sat on the grass watching Jordan go in the pond.

"Whoa, this water is cold." She screamed.

"Don't be a sissy Jordan!" Gibbs laughed.

"Hell, you're not the one getting all soaked here." Jordan yelled back.

Not long after later Gibbs heard a big 'Yes!' coming from the pond.

"Find anything?" Gibbs called.

"Found a boot!" Jordan confirmed.

"Then get out of that pond." Gibbs ordered.

"What the heck do you think I'm doing here?" Jordan replied.

"Move it, Jordan!" Gibbs laughed at her complaint.

Suddenly he heard a scream coming from Jordan. Gibbs got up and ran in the direction of the pond. Jordan was halfway standing in the water.

"What?" Gibbs asked.

"I'm stuck!" Jordan snapped.

Now Gibbs really was pissed. "Give me your hand." He whined.

Jordan reached over her hand and before Gibbs knew it, she pulled him into the water causing them both go under.

"Jordan?!" He shouted as he reached the surface. "What the hell where you thinking?!" Gibbs demanded as he swam to Jordan.

"That's for cheating." Jordan snickered.

"Cheating?" Gibbs asked irritated.

"Yup" she giggled as she reached for his pocket and showed him the fourth and shortest stick. "Payback is a bitch, Probie!" She triumphed.

"Really Angel?" Gibbs reached out for her waist and pulled her close. "Then…" Gibbs pulled some hair out of her face, "… you should be awarded."

He leaned in and claimed her mouth for a long required deep kiss that he had missed for the last three months. Jordan wrapped her arms around his neck to and welcomed that kiss with the same desire. An old lady that had watched the whole commotion brought them back with her applause showing her approval.

"Let's get this back to the lab, I'm soaked." Gibbs grinned.

"Well, at least my shoes stayed dry." Jordan sneered as he helped her out of the water.

"But I do need a shower." She declared as they left for the lab.

Gibbs took out his phone and speed dialled 2. "Abs…"

***