Chapter 3

Tim made his way to the bar to get another drink. Picking up women in bars was not his thing, but he was determined to beat DiNozzo at his own game. That, and he had no desire to run naked through the Navy Yard.

Tim sat on a barstool, nursing his rum and coke. If it were up to him, he would sit there and just people watch all night, like he used to do with Abby when they went out. This night was different, thanks to Tony.

As he sipped his drink, a woman slid onto the stool next to his. Tim glanced at her. She was dressed in a short black skirt and a pink tank top that hugged her curves in the right places. Her long, curly blonde hair hung well just past her hip. Tim turned to face the bar, and set his drink down.

Should I try it? What could it hurt?

She glanced his way and smiled at him. He smiled back as he lifted his drink to his lips, and ended up dribbling all over his shirt.

Smooth, Tim. Really smooth.

He grabbed a napkin and started to dab as his shirt.

"Try warm water," she said, grinning. Tim looked up at her, cheeks red with embarrassment.

"Thanks, I will." He said, putting the ruined napkin on the bar. "I'm Tim," he said, extending a hand.

"Carly," she said, shaking his hand.

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked.

"I'd like that," Carly said, smiling sweetly.

Tim bought her a drink, and they were soon lost in conversation. They spent an hour talking about everything. He kept buying drink after drink for her, and she kept smiling and accepting them. Tim was sure he'd picked the right woman. Everything seemed to be going perfectly.

"So you're a computer technician?" Carly asked.

"Sort of. My Master's degree is in computer forensics," Tim said.

"Really? That sounds… interesting."

"It really is, especially when you see what computer forensics can really do," Tim continued. He started telling her about the ins and outs of computer forensics. He was so into what he was saying, that he went on for fifteen minutes before he realized how bored she looked.

Stop the geek speak, Tim! You're going to lose her!

"So…"

He barely got the words out. Carly grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him close to her, crushing his lips with hers. It was the most amazing 30 seconds of his life. She pulled back and looked into his eyes. He was really hoping she was thinking what he was thinking.

NCISNCISNCIS

They practically tumbled out the back door of the club, attached to each other's lips, and headed for Tim's Porsche. He quickly unlocked it, and she pushed him down into the driver's seat and sat on his lap. He kissed her, and paused.

"I don't normally do this—"

She silenced him with another kiss.

"Shut up," she said, her voice filled with lust. She kissed him hard as he pulled her pretty pink tank top over her head. She busied her hands undoing his belt. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head when he felt her hand go down his pants. He let out a moan, which she silenced with her mouth,

"Shhh."

She assaulted his mouth while her hands explored his nether regions. He wrapped his arms around her and busied himself with relieving her of her bra. As he toyed with the clasp on her bra, he felt her jerk in his arms, and she broke the kiss.

"Something's wrong," she said. Suddenly, she flung the car door open and leaned out of the car, just in time to vomit all over the parking lot.

I should never have bought her that last drink.

When she was finished, she sat up again, looking pale.

"I'm sorry, Tim. I have to go."

He nodded in understanding.

"I'm sorry… this is all my fault… "

Carly ignored him as she pulled her shirt on.

"Can I at least call you a cab?" he asked as she got out of the car, stepping around the mess she'd made.

"I'll take care of it. Thanks, Tim."

Carly turned and hurried off toward the bar.

Tim zipped up his pants and returned his clothing to normal. He should have figured he'd strike out… since when did he ever get lucky with a woman?

Checking himself in the rearview mirror, he straightened his clothing once more, and headed back into the bar to find his friends.

Tim has had some bad luck… shall we check in on Gibbs?

TBC…