Chapter 7: Epilogue

Four days later...

Willis Dayton confessed to killing Captain Hokansen and to attempting to kill Tony. He was being evaluated for mental competence because he seemed to think that his need to be Elvis was justification for committing murder. His costume had a patch that had been recently repaired, some frayed threads that the new sequins hadn't been able to hide. With all that, the case was a slam dunk.

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"So what are you going to do with all that money, Tony?" Tim asked when things had finally calmed down.

"Ah...it didn't feel right to keep it," Tony admitted. "I decided to donate it to a charity."

"Are you going to perform at Elvis Week?"

"Are you kidding? I'm not passing that up. Alden said I won fair and square."

Tim just laughed.

"What about you, McCasanova?"

"I put in another request. Still waiting to hear back from HR."

Then, his computer beeped at him.

"Uh oh. There it is."

"Come on, Probie! I promised you that you'd get this weekend off!"

"You're not HR, Tony."

"But I know people, McGee."

Tim furrowed his brow but opened the email and sighed with relief.

"Finally approved."

"Enjoy your weekend getaway," Tony said with a grin.

"Knock on wood," Tim said. "With my luck, we'll have a case of a Marilyn Monroe impersonator being killed and then, you'll come out as one of them, too."

Tony couldn't help it. The image was so ridiculous that he laughed, even if he wanted to act annoyed by the comparison.

"Never. Elvis is my limit."

Gibbs came in, then, and they both got back to work. At the end of the day, Tim got called down to help Abby for a few minutes, but Tony was released. He knew that Tim wouldn't be there for long because Abby had a bowling tournament to get to; so he didn't feel bad about leaving first.

He headed out of the building and toward his car. When he got there, someone was already there, leaning on it.

"That's my car, you know," he said. "I'm a federal agent and I'm armed."

"No need for guns, Agent DiNozzo," Faith said, as she walked out of the shadows.

Tony smiled. "Commander Coleman, I didn't recognize you when you weren't in your uniform. What can I do for you?"

"Congratulations on your win," she said.

"My win?"

"I was there, Mr. Rossi."

Tony remembered Tim saying that Faith had been an admirer, and he grinned.

"Good show, wasn't it," he said.

"Very good. I'm a fan."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, and I have a question for you," she said.

"What's that?"

"Would you mind giving me a private concert?"

Tony's eyebrows went up in surprise.

"Um...when?"

Faith leaned in. "Whenever. I told you. I'm a fan."

Tony considered for a few seconds and found that the idea had more than a little appeal.

"I don't have any plans for tonight," he said.

"Neither do I," Faith replied.

"What would you like me to start with?"

"How about a little less conversation, and a little more action," Faith said with a surprising smile.

Tony found himself responding to her proposition. He grinned.

"Satisfy me, baby."

FINIS!