A/N - So this chapter is a little shorter than most but the next one (final one) will make up for it. It will be the longest yet, and one of the reasons I felt this needed to be a separate chapter.

This chapter is slightly AU - because I needed Callen and Tash to have been to the Washington office before, which means having met Tony, which I'm not sure in the show he has. Anyway, hope you like.

Thanks heaps for the reviews, alerts and favourites for this. It's really encouraging.

Disclaimer in Chapter 1

Chapter 20

By the end of that day, the team had a lead in the case they had been working on. Callen was headed to Washington to meet up with Gibbs' team to follow it up. Since it was Friday, that would mean that the dancing Saturday wasn't going to happen, at least not this Saturday.

"Miss Farrow, you will be joining Mr Callen in Washington," Hetty ordered.

Tash turned and looked at Hetty, shocked. "Why me?" she asked. "I haven't been much help." She hadn't been able to get into the victim's head and she still couldn't remember what else she usually did. It was frustrating and she wondered if that first case was simply a fluke.

"It's more about the memories. You've been to Washington before. Maybe a different location will prompt something new," Hetty answered with a brief glance at Callen.

Tash frowned as she caught the look between the two of them and turned to Callen. "Was I with you when I went there?"

"Yes," Callen replied. Tash looked at him carefully. There was something else happening here and she was sure he was behind it. She shook her head slightly. No, now she was just being paranoid. This was just work and an opportunity to help her remember.

"You need to be at the airport by ten pm. Here are your tickets, Mr Callen." Hetty handed the details and tickets to Callen.

"Thanks Hetty." Callen reached for his jacket. Tash picked up her bag as well and followed him out the door.

As they walked out of the building Tash asked him, "Do I like flying?" She couldn't remember having ever been on a plane.

Callen turned to her and smiled. There was something about that smile, something about the way he had been with her since her conversation with Nate earlier today. It wasn't so much what he said or did, it was a feeling she was getting from him. Like a vibe or something. Tash changed her mind. She was sure it wasn't that she was being paranoid. There was definitely something going on that she didn't know about.

"I'll hold your hand if you get scared," Callen promised. Tash frowned at him. Somehow she had a feeling he was enjoying all of this a little bit more than he should be. He was definitely up to something.

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"Tash! Pleasure to have you back," Tony DiNozzo welcomed her as they walked into the bullpen in the Washington office. "I see you haven't changed much." Tash frowned at him as she saw him check her out. He hadn't exactly tried to do it subtly.

"Nothing's changed Tony," Callen warned. Tash looked at Callen whose back was still to her. The protective tone to his words confused her.

"So, you two still together then?" Tony asked. Tash's eyes widened as she stared at Callen's back. "Together?" she questioned, almost under her breath. Did that mean what she thought?

"Better hope Gibbs doesn't know you're breaking the rules again," Tony continued when Callen didn't say anything.

"Gibbs knows everything," Callen replied, as he finally looked at Tash. There was a slight smirk on his face and her eyes narrowed.

"That I do." Gibbs came round the corner and looked at Tash. "Welcome back, Farrow."

Tash put her hands on the table as she felt the familiar feel of a memory returning sweep over her.

X

"As if Gibbs knows everything. Come on. I'll bet there is plenty he doesn't know about me," she said, feeling confident, especially since she had only met Gibbs yesterday.

"Gibbs is like Hetty, just bigger," Callen replied.

"No one knows everything, not even Hetty." She wondered if lightning might strike her down, she was sure that was almost a lie.

"Date of birth - 15 March 1972; Graduated 1989, top of your class; Honors Degree, Stanford; Best friend was Emily; You sleep on the left hand side of the bed. Even know your bra size, Farrow. Saddle up," Gibbs ordered as he walked in on them and her eyes wide with what he knew.

"Bra size?" DiNozzo asked. "Do tell." A Gibbs head smack was DiNozzo's reward.

"Let's go people. We've got a bad guy to catch so these two can get back to the sun." Gibbs picked up his jacket and started to walk to the elevator. They all followed.

"You are in so much trouble Callen."

"Me! What did I do?" Callen asked. She turned and pushed him against the wall.

"Side of the bed I sleep on? You're the only one who knows that." She poked him in the chest to emphasise her words.

Callen grinned. "Gibbs knows I sleep on the right, easier to reach for my gun. That leaves you on the left." She frowned at him.

"Bra size?" she asked, wondering how he would get out of this one.

"Hetty has a file. How do you think she dresses you so easily?" Callen answered. She didn't believe him. Well, she did about Hetty, but not about how Gibbs would know. Hetty had no reason to pass that information to Gibbs. Her eyes narrowed at him and she was about to say something, but stopped as she heard Gibbs.

"Farrow!" Gibbs' voice rang out from the elevator. "If you're not here by the time I count to five, DiNozzo gets his wish," Gibbs finished.

She turned quickly and ran to the elevator, Callen following.

"1... 2 ... 3 … 4 ..." Gibbs counted.

"Drat," said DiNozzo as she stepped into the elevator.

She ended up between Callen and DiNozzo.

DiNozzo looked down at her and said, "I'm guessing 34C."

"D," Callen corrected.

"Ah, deceptive D's," DiNozzo replied and Callen chuckled.

They both received a smack on their heads from her, which was a reasonable accomplishment considering they were both taller than her.

"Nice work, Farrow," complimented Gibbs, as they stepped out of the elevator.

X

Tash opened her eyes and looked first at Callen, who watched her from his seat.

"You okay, Tash?" Callen asked. There was something in her eyes that he hadn't seen for a long time. Mischief, recognition, trouble. All at once. He had a feeling this trip was going to pay off in more ways than those relating to the case.

Tash just nodded, she'd deal with him in a minute. She turned to Tony and smiled. He smiled back, though he didn't look too sure if this was a good thing. She remembered that smile and him actually trying to make a move on her, even knowing she was with Callen at the time.

"Yes Tony, nothing has changed. You still don't stand a chance," Tash assured him. She heard Callen laugh behind her and turned around, eyes narrowing at him. He stopped laughing at her look, well at least the sound. Tash could still see it in his eyes as she held his gaze and walked slowly over to him.

Callen didn't move, just waited for her. He wanted to know what she knew now. When Tash got to him, she reached down and put her hands on the arm rests of his chair, trapping him there. Callen's gaze drop to the front of her shirt, as it fell slightly open when she leaned down so her face was level with his. He slowly returned his gaze to her face and smiled.

"You ... You still have some explaining to do." Tash kept her voice firm and soft, though it was hard to concentrate after the look he had just given her.

"Like?" Callen asked. She leaned in closer so no one else could hear. She was so close he could have easily kissed he and she wouldn't have had a chance to move away. But he didn't. He waited for this to play out on her terms.

"Like how Gibbs knew my bra size. Hetty had no reason to give him those details." Tash saw the look on his face and knew he remembered too.

"I didn't tell. Gibbs has been around a while, he has a good eye," Callen answered. Also, he wasn't entirely sure that Gibbs had known until he had corrected Tony.

Tash shook her head, her eyes still locked on his. "Gibbs may have been around a while, but Tony has been around more and he got it wrong." She waited for the next excuse.

"Tony's not perfect." Callen's voice wasn't so soft anymore.

"Hey!" Tash heard Tony protest but she still didn't move away.

"Did you get it right?" Tash asked him. She saw something flicker in his eyes.

"Yes." Callen waited for the next question that he knew she would ask. She was too curious sometimes.

"How?" Tash asked. She saw a wicked smile come across Callen's face.

"By feel." Callen watched as her breath caught and he saw something else in her eyes. Desire and need. He didn't try and hide that it was reflected in his own. He did wonder what it was that had caused it in hers though.

"You two, save it for the hotel room," Gibbs ordered. "Callen, let's go. Farrow, you got something to do whilst you wait?"

Tash broke their eye contact, stood up and moved away from Callen.

"Yep," Tash admitted as she moved to sit down and pull out a book she'd brought to read, hoping no one else could hear her heart racing. The wave of emotions that had washed over her just now was dizzying. It wasn't like the same way the memories had been returning, but it was still a memory coming back, she was sure of it. It felt more like remembering the emotions and feelings that she might have felt for him.

"Be good," Callen said as he stood up. Tash looked up at him, saw the look in his eyes hadn't changed. She felt a flush go over her body again at his look.

"Really, I thought you liked it when I was bad," Tash replied.

"Only if I'm around," Callen answered as he disappeared behind the dividers. And only with me, he added silently.