(The Next Day)

Making their way back out of the dressing room, McGee follows Bella over to the poker game going on in the corner. Bella stood next to Jason Bloom as he eased himself into his chair. Making herself comfortable, she sat on the arm of the chair, watching Tony and the men behind him.

Flashback

Bella follows the man who is leading the Poker tournament back to his hotel room. "Sit my dear, please make yourself comfortable."

Easing herself onto his couch, she crossed her legs watching him curiously. "I must say that I'm really flattered."

"Why is that?" he asks, pouring her a glass of champagne.

"Look at you. You are one of the wealthiest people in this hotel, and here I am, a lounge singer, and I am lucky enough to get you to speak to me let alone share champagne with you in your suite."

"My dear, you are a very rare beauty and I am not the type of man who just lets such things simply pass by."

Blushing she gazes at the man with admiration, "Well thank you, Mr.-" She laughs, "Well, I never actually did get your name now that I think of it."

"Bloom, Jason Bloom, and you are Deanna Young."

"Well thank you Mr. Bloom," Bella says, casually getting up, she gazes around his suite room making sure her necklace caught the whole room. "Your suite is absolutely amazing."

"Well, a man of my stature only deserves the best."

Feeling his eyes on her, she nods sipping from her glass, "Indeed."

~A few hours later~

Bella and Jason step into the lobby elevator heading upstairs to the rooms. Pushing her floor, he turns to look at her, "I couldn't interest you in a late gathering in my suite could I?"

"Thank you for the offer but I am afraid I must decline. Daniel would not be very happy if I stayed out again."

"Daniel?"

"My manager."

He nods, "I see. Well, Deanna, it was wonderful to have your company this evening. I hope to see you tomorrow afternoon after the poker tournament comes to a close."

She smiles up at him, "Trust me, I wouldn't miss that for the world."

End Flashback

~*~

"Mr. Richards, I must congratulate you on your successful win. You played exceedingly well."

"Thank you, but you don't become a high roller player by coming in second," Tony says with a smirk.

Smirking back, Bloom says, "Right you are. Mr. Richards, I would like to offer you position on my staff. You see I am a very wealthy man with many connections. I need a good poker player to help me push some money into the casinos. I can pay you very handsomely. My recent poker hustler has recently left us."

"Oh, you must be referring to Sergeant Lucas Wyatt," Tony says, watching as Bella, and Ziva who is sitting next to him, wait for his signal.

"Oh, you heard of Mr. Wyatt I take it?"

"Of course. You killed him, and then hired your men to dump him in Bethesda."

Bloom's eyes darkened at Tony. Signaling to the men behind them, they grabbed Tony forcing him to his feet. He stood, raising his gun to Tony's chest. "Such a pity, you were an excellent poker player too. Ah well." He shrugged pulling the trigger but nothing happened. Trying a few more times, he dropped the magazine to find it empty. "What the hell?"

"Next time, don't leave a woman you don't know alone in your hotel room. You never know what they may do." Bella replied with a devious smile, her gun pointed at the man. "Drop it. You're under arrest."

The man chuckled, "There is one of you and three of us."

Bella smirked, "Wrong. There are three of you and four of us."

Another gun cocks; Ziva's voice comes from behind the men, "Release him."

~*~

Leading the men into the lobby, eyes turned to watch the two singers and the men in handcuffs. A few men began to approach as a hotel employee intercepted with a badge.

"FBI stay back," a bald man says, pulling his badge out. He winks at the girls, "David, Woods."

"Tobias, I should have known," Bella says in a very Gibbs like manner.

"Thanks for the arrest. However, this is now an FBI case so if you don't mind," he gestures to the men the girls have.

Bella shakes her head no, "until I hear from Gibbs these men stay with us."

Smirking, he hands her an open phone. "Hello? I understand. Yes director," hanging up she tosses it back, "hand them over Ziva."

Tobias smirks, "always a pleasure doing business with you Agent Woods."

"I wish I could say the same Fornell."

"So much like your Uncle. Go ahead and fill my agents in with what you know. Wilson, Jenkins get over here." Two men appear from somewhere close by, "Wilson, gather Agent Woods statement. Jenkins," he points toward Ziva, "Collect Agent David's statement."

Watching Fornell walk away, Bella turns to the FBI agent in front of her to find his eyesight was a little to low on her chest. Snapping her fingers in front of the man's face, "Hey, up here Wilson."

His eyes snap back to hers, clearing his throat. "What did you find?"

"He's running a money laundering scheme. He's taking the fake money to these tournaments and pushing them into the casinos while he is getting a hold of the real cash. He has poker hustlers and the Sergeant was one of them." Noticing his eyes travel down her body, she growls, "Hey. My face is up here."

Tim and Tony step off the elevator to find Fornell and his FBI agents filling the lobby. "Looks like Fornell is taking credit for this one too. Figures."

Tim snorts, "Isn't that how it always goes Tony." Looking over, Tim saw Bella yelling at the man in front of her, no doubt about the fact she was in another skimpy dress that left little to the imagination. "Hold that thought Tony." Removing his coat, he walked over to Bella's side sliding his coat over her shoulders. Receiving a grateful look, he gave her a smile before glaring at the other man and walking off.

~*~

Bella and Ziva return to their rooms to get in their own clothing, and both are happy to be in clothing where they are no longer eye candy to a bunch of middle-aged men.

Stepping out of their room, they both walk over to the other agents.

Tim wraps his arm around Bella's shoulder and she wraps hers around his back. Ziva stops in front of Tony, turning to see her co-workers so happy, she smiles despite herself, "It is beautiful, yes?"

"What is?" Tony asks, watching Tim and Bella walk to the elevator.

"Being in love," she answers, gazing at him.

Staring into Ziva's eyes, "Yeah, I guess. I mean, you know, if you find the right person"

The four agents walk into the lobby, nodding at the manager, who was in on their operation, and out the door. Outside, Christopher sees Bella walking with the other agents with her gun on one hip and her badge on the other, 'Oh shit.'

~*~

Returning to NCIS, the agents and Gibbs are in the Directors office. "Well done on this case, guys. Although Fornell took credit, you guys performed to your highest ability. Have a nice weekend."

As the agents turn to leave, Jenny once again asks Bella to hang back, "Oh, and Agent Woods?"

"Yes Director?"

Jenny smirks at her, "Do you still have the black backless dress?"

Confused, Bella looks at the Director, "Somewhere, why?"

"I want to prove a point to your Uncle."

Bella cringes mentally and outside the door, Gibbs just smiles and walks away.