"So we're still on Friday, right?" I walk into the squad room, my cellphone pressed against my ear.

"Of course. I'll pick you up at 7:00?"

I drop my bag at my desk. "Sounds great. I'll see you then."

"Was that him?" Kate speaks up, a knowing smile gracing her features. "You know. . .him?"

"Him? Who him?" Tony butts in like an uninvited guest.

"None of your business, DiNosey." I shoot him down quickly. "And, yes. It's him him."

"Are you wearing the red?"

"I was thinking the black."

"But the red. You look great in the red."

From the corner of my eye, I see Tony nod his head eagerly. "Yeah, you look great in the red."

"Quit it!" Kate and I shout at him at the same time.

Just as we are about to go back to our private conversation, Gibbs storms in muttering, "Grab your gear. Got a dead sailor."

"We didn't get any calls." Kate argues but still grabs her bag.

"Saw it on the news, huh, boss?"

"Hey, DiNozzo. For once, you're right."

And with that, we are out the door. We arrive in a small neighborhood where another team has already claimed the crime scene.

Lieutenant Cheney, the man in charge, briefs Gibbs on what is known so far. They drink their coffees simultaneously before Cheney calls on one of his agents, Miller.

"Right away, boss." He grabs Cheney's empty cup as well as Gibbs' before leaving to retrieve refills.

The house is completely ransacked. Furniture knocked over, bloody handprints and smudges along the wall.

But no signs of a body.

"Lieutenant," A young blonde steps out of one of the rooms, "your ex-wife just called."

He moves off to the side with her. "Which one?"

"The nasty one." She mutters.

Lieutenant Cheney just sighs. "You're going to have to be more specific than that." Oh, God.

"This is weird."

"Too weird."

"Definitely."

"Good weird."

"Lieutenant." Agent Miller comes back with two fresh cups of coffee in his hands. Just as before, the two slurp their coffee in sync.

The lieutenant accepts the fact that this is NCIS jurisdiction, so he, Miller, and Rachael leave us with the crime scene.

"DiNozzo." Gibbs calls out to the senior agent, who had been fawning over the blonde agent. "Bag and tag, trace evidence. Eva, sketch. Kate, shoot. McGee, laptop and answering machine."

"I. . .am gonna go get my sketchpad from the truck." I excuse myself outside, where I bump into some guy.

The guy turns around. "Watch where you're. . ." His eyes graze over my figure. "Wow. You know, your eyes are the same color as my Porsche."

"How many times you use that line?"

"Come on, we better get going before the boss throws a fit." This time, a brunette woman smacks him upside the head. "And don't even think about coming over tonight."

"Whatever you say, Erica. But I know you still want me."

"In your dreams, Monteleone."

Huh. Now, that sounds a little too familiar.

Kate and Gibbs pay a visit to Roland, the man who overheard the murder over the phone. They bring back a cassette copy of the phone call, leaving McGee to help Abby with it.

"Care to update me on what he left us with?" I stir my iced water.

He shoves a case file into my hand. "Finding the roommate, George Mansur." And he aggressively drops a bouquet of flowers at my desk. "Courtesy of your Friday night date."

Damn it, Eva.

"You said you were fine with this."

"And I am. I am fine."

For some reason, I don't believe him.

Together, Kate, McGee, and Abby determine that Petty Officer Lambert, the victim, had faked his own murder.

The next morning, Gibbs takes McGee out to the Bethesda Hospital Computer Center to speak with some of Petty Officer Lambert's coworkers.

"Kate, would you relay this information to Agent DiNozzo over there?" I pass her a note to deliver to Tony since I don't feel like talking to him.

She scans the words, her eyes widening slightly. "I-I can't say that out loud."

Seriously, Kate?

"Just give it to him then." I slam shut my desk drawer.

When Gibbs arrives with his cup of coffee in hand, Kate starts. "Mansur withdrew $6,000 from his bank account the week before he moved out."

"He's also moved three times in the last six years."

"But he didn't change his address at the post office this last time. How nice."

"Whatever the hell this is, they're in it together." Gibbs mutters to himself while furiously typing on his computer.

"Yeah, but what is. . ." Tony snaps his fingers a few times, "whatever the hell this is?"

Gibbs answers back."Find Mansur —"

"And find out, yes." Tony goes back to typing on his computer. "I know, boss. I'm trying."

"Clearly, you're not trying hard enough."

"Well, Eva, you never gave me a good enough reason to try harder."

Apparently, Petty Officer Lambert was abusing the Navy drug system to make some money of his own. A million dollars, to be precise.

While McGee and Gibbs run off to report their findings to the Bethesda Hospital Computer Center, the rest of us are left to entertain the law enforcement team from earlier.

"Two black coffees." McGee hands Gibbs and Cheney the coffees Miller is holding. "And two grande triple-pump, half-caf vanilla lattes."

Erica and I clear our throats in an obvious way.

"Right. Sorry." Miller nods his head, handing us our iced chai lattes.

She and I clink our drinks before taking a giant sip.

"You know, we have this amazing array of vending machines in the lounge." I glance over at the agent. "Care to check them out?"

"We'll be back."

Before we can leave, however, Tony and Monteleone each chuck crumpled up paper balls at me and Erica respectively.

"If you're ever looking for a job transfer, I know a guy." She mutters to me, glaring at Primo on the way out.

I shake my head. "Oh, I'll definitely be needing his number."

Kate and Rachael bring back Aaron Alan Wright, a drug dealer who could very possibly be involved with the case.

Gibbs and Cheney question Wright in one of our interrogation rooms, leaving the rest of both teams to watch from the backroom.

"That is beautiful."

"Franck Muller Conquistador."

"$7,800 retail."

"Yeah. You know that guy paid retail. I mean, look at him"

"Oh, God." Erica rolls her eyes.

Kate lowers his voice so only the four women can hear her. "They're talking about the lawyer's damn watch."

"Men." The four of us utter the disgusting word.

As Wright and his lawyer storm out of the room, Tony and Monteleone laugh to themselves. Not even hearing them, Gibbs and Cheney shut them up rather quickly.

"You've gotta admit. . ." I bite inside of my cheek, "he isn't that hard on the eyes."

"You said it, sister." Rachael high-fives me.

As we walk out, Tony chases after Erica and Rachael hopelessly, leaving Monteleone with me and Kate.

"So, you two the only females on the team?" He walks between us.

I stare at the wall ahead of me, not wanting to show any emotion that could be mistaken for attraction. "Tony could very well pass for a female."

"He's got the right parts." Kate smirks maliciously.

Then, my cellphone rings. "I have to take this." I raise a finger before answering the call. "Hello?"

"Hey, beautiful."

"Hey, yourself." A smile makes its way onto my face. "Thought we said we wouldn't call each other until tomorrow."

He chuckles roughly. "I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"Likewise."

Tony glances back, this look of hurt and. . .anger in his eyes.

"Well, I've gotta get back to work. I'll. . .see you tomorrow."

Like a wave of reality, I hang up the phone and follow behind Kate and Tony. When Abby notices Mansur is online, Gibbs and Tony go out to bring him in.

But by then, we've already found Petty Officer Lambert's body. After Wright takes a look at the body in Autopsy, he reveals all the details of the drop and how Lambert had a partner.

The woman from the computer center, the one Gibbs has been fawning over, was Lambert's partner.

And his killer.

"What are you still doing here?" Tony mocks as I walk back into the building. "Aren't you supposed to be on your date?"

"Stood me up." I slump back into my chair.

That seems to pique Tony's curiosity. "Oh, he did?"

"You know, I'd love for you to not tease me about this." I practically beg him. "It's humiliating enough to know you bought new shoes for some guy who didn't even bother to show up." Tears prick my eyes just as my voice cracks.

"Hey, come on now." Tony stands up from his chair.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to keep my emotions at bay. "Really, Tony. I don't want to be bothered."

But to my surprise, the senior agent hesitantly wraps his arms around my shoulders from behind, lowering down so his mouth is right by my ear.

"Guys are usually stupid. But he's insane if he thinks he's worthy enough to leave you."

A chill runs down my back, leaving goosebumps in its place. I smile to myself and relax into his strong hold.

"Come on." He lifts me out of my chair before turning me to face him. "Let's go to a nice restaurant for dinner. My treat."

"And why would you do that for me?"

"Because I don't want your shoes to go to waste."