The case was a tough one. For weeks, the team exhausted all resources for just a small lead. During a boardroom meeting, everyone contributed to the brainstorming session and concluded an undercover was needed.
"What we need is someone we can trust but completely undetectable." Gibbs suggested. The elevator dinged after noon. It was the signal for lunch after a 4 hour meeting. Ducky, Jimmy, and Abby returned to their normal posts. DiNozzo, Gibbs, and Tim returned to their desks.
"Hi, everyone!"
Suzanne emerged and rolled the carts inside for lunch orders, like she normally performed. Instead of the uniform, she wore a simple red dress with matching Mary Jane strapped heels. The wrap dress fit close to her body, accentuating her waistline with a simple bow. The length was slightly above her knee, highlighting those muscular calves.
At the desk, Gibbs was inattentive, still planning a course of action to solve the case… until DiNozzo gave a wolf whistle. His mind, preoccupied with Suzanne, of course. As one of the agents played a classic Kenny Rogers song, Lady, his thoughts only intensified.
"Down, gentlemen!" Suzanne said, reaching up for prepared food trays. "It's for a special occasion."
Their courtship, past the six month mark, still remained a secret around MTAC. Suzanne and Gibbs maintained a Saturday night date, despite all schedule conflicts. Distinctly he remembered, in detail, the good times—the cabin, midnight strolls along the Potomac, and the kisses—and smiled. Suzanne's smile comforted, invited, and seduced.
Gibbs watched from the desk as she collected, distributed food orders. She noticed Gibbs and simply winked, concentrating on work. Her deep brown eyes lured suitors, whether highlighted by a simple smudge of eyeliner or crinkled in bright lights. Suzanne's physical and emotional beauty forced Gibbs to admit personal feelings with others.
As the male agents made other requests, stalling just to look, he was ready to make the relationship public. Suzanne was his woman; how dare they look at her like that!
"Yes, that's Suz from the Hole. Get your food and sit down!" Gibbs yelled. The male admirers dispersed from the cart and to their desks.
Her last stop was Gibbs' desk with the infamous "G" red marked coffee cup. They just credited her for giving the boss "good coffee", and to keep it up. Gibbs was happier than ever!
A slight wind caught inside her curly hair. It bounced as she headed towards his desk.
You're the love of my life….you're my lady.
"Hi, Gibbs." Suzanne smiled. "Someone from legal asked me to drop it off." From the smaller cart was a red bag. She sat the package on his desk. Gibbs received anonymous gifts during "Secret Valentines," where members within the organization submitted names who needed a dash of love in February. His name, submitted by almost everyone at MTAC!
"Thanks, Suz."
"Sierra Mike—what's your 20?" Her hips spoke; the transmitter radio was between the dress and apron. During the weekdays, a radio device for deliveries was used. A moment passed and again, a voice paged for Sierra Mike—Suzanne McNamara.
"Sierra Mike, your 20?"
"Nice dress, by the way." Gibbs studied her frame. "Very nice dress…"
"MTAC." She responded.
"25 me at extension 1443, please."
"10-4." She placed the radio into her apron pocket. "May I?" Gibbs nodded, and Suzanne used his phone. She stood in place with one knee bent, hip resting on his desk. Gibbs' eyes began from the top of her head, working down. For a moment, he studied her breasts, nestled in the v-shaped top.
Rule 27 from the Book of Gibbs: "Two ways to follow: First way, they never notice you, Second way, they only notice you." Suzanne was definitely noticeable. Suzanne's rule 6—Don't cry like a girl, meaning remain Army Strong like her daddy-contradicted the next, number 7: show your femininity. He was a former Investigator. She inherited his yen for discovering the truth behind others. "And having your physical assets," her father mentioned before his death last year, "will help with determining five. Who can resist a woman?" Rule 5 coincided with his 39: "If it waddle like a duck, quacks like a duck, it's a damn duck! " Gibbs felt inspired and found the answer to the case. Suzanne was almost an agent, a woman of intellectual and aesthetic mystery, the perfect undercover.
"Are you sure? Okay, then. Bye." Suzanne leaned across Gibbs' desk, hanging up the receiver. Her trademark lavender lingered in the air.
"That was Mary from Command Post. Change of plans. I need to set up a banquet hall for that meeting ASAP..."
"How's your undercover work, McNamara?" Tony and Tim overheard Gibbs, looked at one another with concern for the Boss' decision.
"You tell me…" She responded. "I've never done undercover work."
"Um, Boss…" Tony walked over and placed a hand on Suzanne's shoulder. She elbowed his rib.
"Don't touch me, Pervert…"
Tony grunted in pain but continued his thought. "Suzanne is a civilian. She doesn't know the intricacies of the job…"
"Are you calling me dumb, DiNozzo? Really?!" Their eyes glanced at Tony.
"What do you need, Gibbs?"
"You." Gibbs kissed Suzanne tenderly on the forehead. "Meet us here in about 20 minutes."
"Wait! What's going on?"
"I'll fill you in." Gibbs dashed upstairs towards Leon's office. "DiNozzo, tell 'Tight Lipped' Mary Suz is unavailable until further notice and that she has an available hand."
"Who's filling in for Suzanne?"
"You, DiNozzo!"
"You, DiNozzo." Suzanne chuckled and smiled. She walked toward the elevator with her carts. With little force, she pushed the items inside. "How's that for intricacies of the job?" The elevator closed.