Charity sat at a table in the cafe. She had ordered a black coffee and then sat down, readying a newspaper. Tony sat out in the car watching and listening. Charity was wearing a wire.
After she'd been sitting there for twenty minutes, the Colonel walked in. He noticed Charity instantly. He walked over to the counter and ordered a coffee, then he walked over to Charity's table. "Is this seat taken?" He asked.
Charity put her newspaper down. "Depends on whose asking." She answered, using her best flirtatious voice.
"My name is Colonel Jeffery Weems." He told her, extending his hand to her.
Charity reached her hand out and shook the Colonel's hand. "My name is Ann Cline." She said, giving him the first name off the top of her head.
"May I join you?" He asked.
"Of course." Charity answered. "I've always enjoyed the company of a fine gentleman such as yourself."
"Seriously, you're really laying it on thick." Tony's voice sounded in Charity's ear. Of course she couldn't say anything back, like she wanted to. She would blow her cover.
"So, what brings you to this lovely cafe?" Weems asked.
"I'm new to the area and I've heard that this is a lovely place to come." She answered.
Weems nodded. "So, I take it you don't know very many people here?" He'd asked, sounding almost hopeful.
"No, not really." Charity answered.
"I could introduce you to some people." He told her. "I'm having a little dinner party tomorrow night. Would you please come?" He asked.
"Oh, I don't know." Charity answered.
"I would be very happy if you would come. A party always needs a beautiful woman to be the bell of the ball."
Charity made herself blush. "Oh, you are just so sweet."
"Please come?" He asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out an invitation just like the ones the victims had had.
"What's the dress code?" Charity asked.
"Semi-formal." He answered.
"I don't know if I have anything to wear." Charity said.
"You are playing this up perfectly." Tony's voice once again came into her ear. "I had no idea you knew how to flirt."
Charity ignored him and put all her attention on Weems. "My dear, I'm sure whatever you wear will be gorgeous on you. Please say you'll come?"
Charity grinned. "Well, if you insist."
"Good." He told her. "I must leave, I will see you tomorrow night." Then he took her hand and kissed the top of it.
Charity let out a girlish giggle. "See you tomorrow night." She agreed.
Then he walked out and left. Tony watched him. "Alright, he's gone." Tony said over Charity's ear piece.
Charity got up and walked out of the cafe. She got back into the car, this time on the passenger side. She wiped the smile off of her face and then rubbed her hand on her pants, as if she could wipe away all traces of the Colonel's touch.
"I'm surprised you know anything about how to be nice and playful like that." Tony told her.
Charity just ignored his comment. "Let's just go back to NCIS."
The next night...
Charity walked into the squadroom after having changed into her dress for the evening. It was a form fitting and the hem line ended just above her knee. The dress was a simple black and strapless. She wore black stillettos and simple silver jewelry. she wore simple makeup, plump pink lips and a little blush. Her hair she let hang freely down her back, having one side pulled back in a black clip.
The four men sitting at the desks, looked up. "Wow." Was McGee's response.
"Nice, boss." Burley said, looking stunned.
"First you get flirty and now you get all dressed up." Tony said. "You're just full of surprises."
"I'll take that as a compliment." Charity replied. "Are we all ready?" She asked.
"Yeah." Tony answered for all of them, getting up and grabbing his jacket.
Charity wrapped a black shrug around her shoulders and walked towards the elevator. McGee and Dan hopped in a van that looked like a cable repair van. Tony and Burley hopped in a black car, while Charity hopped into a small sporty looking car. Charity drove ahead of everyone.
Tony and Burley parked the car a few houses away from Weems' house. McGee parked the van a block away. Charity pulled her car right into the driveway. She parked it and walked up to the house. She knocked on the door.
Weems opened the door. "Ann, so wonderful to see you. I'm glad that you could make it. And you look stunning."
Charity looked at him and smiled. He was wearing his dress uniform. "Thank you. You look pretty handsome yourself. I've always loved a man in uniform."
Weems chuckled. "Please come in my dear." He said, stepping aside allowing Charity's entrance.
Charity walked in, past the point of no return.