Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS nor do I own the song that Bella sings in this chapter, it is owned by Carrie Underwood and is used solely to bring entertainment to the story.
For those who ask, Christopher is an unknown right now, but he will surface in later chapters in memories/person.
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The next morning, she awoke by a knocking on the suite door. She climbs out of bed and reaches for her robe; she walks out of the bedroom and closes the bedroom door so Tim wouldn't wake up from the early morning visitor.
Opening the door she sees the intruder is Ziva, in the same clothes she has on from the night before. "Morning, Rene. What can I do for you at 7am in the morning?"
"Deanna, may I come in?" Bella moves aside as Ziva walks past her, Ziva says, "I was looking for Daniel, but I can't seem to find him. That is very unusual as you know."
Bella bites her bottom lip, not looking at Ziva. Glancing around the room, Ziva notices that Tim's coat is flung on the floor, and Bella's black dress is discarded near the bedroom door. Turning back to her partner, Ziva smirks knowingly, "I see. Well, I will be having breakfast downstairs if you want to join, or maybe lunch will be better, yes?"
Eyeing Ziva, Bella smirks, "I will see you later, Rene."
Ziva shows herself to the door and smiles, you two just couldn't keep your hands off each other for one night. She walks to the elevator, and steps inside once the doors open, reaching the lobby floor, she steps off.
Tony is leaning against the wall next to the hotel restaurant. Smiling when he sees Ziva, he asks, "Where is your manager and Deanna?"
"They will not be joining us this morning. They are both, unwell…" Ziva raises her eyebrows at Tony and he catches on surprisingly fast.
"Hope they feel better soon," he says with a smirk, Alright, Probie!
Ziva laughs, "I have a feeling they will be just fine."
~ at NCIS~
Standing in MTAC, Gibbs watched the video feed from Ziva's necklace. Jenny had called him when McGee couldn't be located, but it seems that Ziva had found him. Glaring at the screen as if they could see him, Gibbs barely noticed Jenny sit down next to him. "I cannot believe that he would do something so irresponsible," he growled.
Sighing, she looked at the man next to her, "You know, I remember a couple of agents who did something similar in Paris some-odd years back."
"That was different, Jen."
Staring at him she smiles, "And how was that different, Jethro? The fact that it was you and I and not your niece?" Receiving a glare from the man she smirks, "well, you always did say that she was a lot like you."
"That is not even close to funny Jen. She should have known better."
"In all honesty, I am not surprised." By the steely gaze she got, she continued. "Bella was out in that dress, being paraded around in front of men. She flirted with other men and Tim got possessive. Hell, if he hadn't, I would have been a little surprised." Hearing a grunt come from the man she leaned back in her chair, "If I had worn that in Paris do you think you could have stayed away?"
Gibbs only smiles, thinking of what Jenny would have looked like in the dress Bella was in. He couldn't keep his hands off of her when she was in jeans and a tank top, Heaven help him if she were to put that dress on.
"Jen, this isn't you and me we are talking about. This is my niece. I don't want to think of her and McGee doing the Horizontal Tango. In my head she's still five years old, asking me to pick her up and fly her around like an airplane."
"Well, Jethro, I hate to inform you, but she's not a little girl anymore," she says rising form her chair; she stands a few inches from his face, getting lost in Jethro's eyes.
"Jen, we have agents undercover, and a murderer on the lose, we don't have time to play games."
Jenny smirks at him. "Who say's I'm playing a game, Jethro?"
Gibbs watches Jenny turns on her heel and walks out of MTAC. He shakes his head and looks back to the satellite feed. I'll deal with you later, Bella Elizabeth Woods.
~Later on, back at the hotel~
Bella caught up with Ziva and Tony around 11 am later on that day. "Morning Rene. Who's your friend?"
Ziva smiles as she gestures to Tony "This is Murphy Richards. Murphy, this is Deanna."
Bella smiles, teasing Tony, "He and I met informally last night. You were playing poker over at the high rollers. You weren't kidding when you said you wanted to meet Rene."
Tony casually puts his arm around Ziva's shoulder, "Nope. By the way, I am glad to see that you are feeling better Deanna. Rene informed me that you as well as your manager fell ill earlier." The last sentence a cocky smirk appears on his face.
Bella gave Ziva a glare as she lightly blushed. "Yes well, thankfully I don't stay ill long." Clearing her throat, "Murphy, I'm afraid I have to get going. I have to perform in a half hour."
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Standing on the stage, Bella smiles to the crowd, "Here we go..."
Ziva nods to the man playing the music, and once the beat starts, she begins her background singing.
Whoa, oh
Whoa, oh
One hand on the mic, Bella starts dancing side to side to the music, letting herself slip into the full lounge entertainer mentality.
You better take it from me, that boy is like a disease
you're running, you're trying, you're trying to hide
and you're wondering why you can't get free
Her eyes flicker to Ziva, a slight smile on her face, her partner smiles back at her from her place providing the back up vocals of the song.
He's like a curse, he's like a drug
you get addicted to his love
you wanna get out but he's holding you down
'Cause you can't live without one more touch
He's a good time cowboy Casanova
Leaning up against the record machine
Looks like a cool drink of water
but he's candy-coated misery
Grabbing the mic, Bella steps off the stage, moving through the tables. Her eyes catch the main man behind the poker running.
He's the devil in disguise
a snake with blue eyes
and he only comes out at night
Gives you feelings that you don't want to fight
you better run for your life.
Winking at him, she turns walking past the poker tables. Her eyes flicker to Tony, knowing the camera is recording everything.
Don't even look in his eyes
He'll tell you nothing but lies
And you wanna believe
But you won't be deceived
If you listen to me
And take my advice
Heading back to the stage, she walks up to the men playing the background music, dancing along side them.
He's a good time cowboy Casanova
Leaning up against the record machine
Looks like a cool drink of water
But he's candy-coated misery…
Pulling off the ending, she puts the mic back in the stand. She sings a few more songs; and she waves to the crowd and steps off the stage. Thanking a group of people that surrounded the stage, she tried to find Tim until she felt a hand grab hers, pulling her away from the crowd towards the dressing room.
"Daniel" she giggled, however when she got no response, she looked hard at the man and realized it wasn't Tim.
Shoving her into the dressing room, the blonde-haired man glared at her, "Your name is not Deanna Young."
Bella held her ground, staring at the man, "You must be confused. I don't know what gave you the impression that I am somebody else."
The man growled, "Your name is Bella Woods or did you leave that behind with your military career?"
Bella eyes him carefully, his face familiar, "I don't know what you are talking about."
"Don't you dare," crossing his arms, "You're parading around out there like a hooker. Connor would be ashamed if he saw you like this." Seeing her freeze, "You don't even remember me do you?"
The recognition of the man shook her core. "Christopher," she whispers. "This isn't what you think." At that moment, Tim busted through the door, relief on his face.
"Yea, I'm sure of that." He looked at Tim in disgust. "You're precious little whore is safe."
Reaching her hand out to him, "Chris, please. I'll tell you everything soon, but not now. Give me a few days."
He shook his head, "I thought I knew you. Connor never should have asked you to marry him. He deserved better."
After Christopher leaves, Tim closes the door and walks over to a shaken Bella, placing both of his hands on her upper arms. "Are you ok?"
She nods, "Yeah. I'm fine. He didn't hurt me."
"We'll get him, Deanna; he could have blown your cover."
She shakes her head, "No! You can't do anything to him. It's me he's mad at. He doesn't know where I've been."
"How do you know him?"
Bella sighs, "It's a long story, Daniel, and I'll tell you later."
~MTAC~
Gibbs watches Bella being dragged from the group of people, and instantly recognizes him, "That son of a bitch."
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Dun dun dun! Sorry, couldn't help myself. Hope you enjoy and please review!