𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 ━━ 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐳𝐳𝐨

TWENTY FIVE | sex machine

"Hey, guys." I notice Kate and McGee crowded around Tony's desk as he finishes up his morning workout on the floor.

Kate hands me a smoothie. "You know anything about the new girl Tony's been trying to impress?"

"Uh. . .no." I shake my head. "I usually tune him out when he starts talking nonsense." She drops her things off at her desk.

"And you're sure?"

"Why wouldn't I be sure?"

McGee digs through the paper bag. "Got your favorite here: bacon-sausage-cheese breakfast burrito." He waves it right under Tony's nose.

"I'll pass. Too much fat." Tony refuses the offer.

The younger agent looks back at us. "Must be really young."

"Oh, she is." Abby walks up to his desk. "Five-three, brunette, beautiful brown eyes — according to Tony — and a sweet personality." She drops her hand onto Tony's slumped shoulders. "Tony's been heartbroken about her for months."

"Months? Is that so?" Kate walks up to the three of them, leaving me at my desk. "I didn't think a single girl could occupy your mind for so long." She taunts him.

Pressing her cheek against Tony, Abby sighs. "She said she only goes out with guys that aren't his type."

And that makes me choke on my water.

"Something wrong, Eva?" The four of them look at me in concern.

I bite the inside of my cheek, ignoring Tony's stare. "Just surprised a girl finally came to her senses and said no."

"She wasn't my type, anyway." Tony wraps his coat around his shoulders, sitting back in his chair.

"Well, I think that's good." Kate smiles perkily. "It's about time the old "Sex Machine" hung his spurs up."

That makes me choke on my water again.

Tony stands up once again. "How did you know about that? Who told you about that?"

"Oh, your college name? Thank Eva for that one."

Thanks, Kate. Thanks a lot.

"Grab your gear. We're going to Georgetown. Petty officer was assaulted in her home last night." Gibbs announces to the group.

Not having the appetite to drink the smoothie, I throw it out. "Nothing like a traumatic case to wake you up in the morning."

"You're driving. . ." Gibbs throws the keys in Tony's direction, "Sex Machine."

Just before I can leave, my computer beeps with a new email.

Tony stops short of my desk, lowering his voice to whisper: "I'd check my email if I were you."

Hesitantly, I open it up, revealing a picture of the winner of the Wet T-Shirt Contest of 2002.

Me.

"Wh-Where did you find this?"

"Wet T-Shirt Hall of Fame, spring break of '02. Saw it when we were in Panama City last month."

"You're kidding me."

"I was going to keep it to myself, but then you decided to tell everyone my pledge name."

I delete the image before following behind the others. "We can figure something out, can't we?" He continues to stare up at the numbers. "Can't we?"

At the crime scene, Gibbs takes Kate with him up to the second floor to meet with the victim, Petty Officer Jessica Smith.

Although most believe she had a relapse in her psychosis, Gibbs knows better than to assume. We do our research on Petty Officer Smith, finding out who her commanding officer is, a Navy Captain Ross Vetter.