-1Disclaimer: No, I don't own them…wish I did. Maybe for Christmas…yeah right.

A/N: Other stories….mainly "Rainy Day" could possibly be updated soon, but this needed to be switched from its crinkled piece of notebook paper to the computer. It hasn't been beta'd (have no clue what that is actually). All mistakes are mine since there is no one to check it on Christmas break. The whole story is written but it could take a while to get it up here… be patient please. Its part one in a series about undercover operations between Kate and Gibbs (duh). And I have like totally run out of things to read so if you know some good sites or stories (Thank You dg101) I'm desperate. Thanks!

Kate ran a manicured hand up to touch the 'poof' sitting in front of the straightened ponytail that ran down the back of her neck. She resisted the urge to moisten her lips fearing that her tounge would smudge the dark burgundy that covered them. Kate took a calming breath and forced a smile before nodding to Tim, he wasn't Tim tonight though he was Mr. Thom E. Gimcity. She smoothed out her mid thigh black leather jacket, the leather perfectly covering the crimson of her silk dress, and placed her hands on the crook of Thom's arm.

They carefully got out of the limo and were blinded by the white light of camera flashes. They nodded and waved carefully making there way up to the door of the One Eleven, one of the most famous night clubs in the area that only catered to the famous. Her cover tonight was easy, her job wasn't. Tonight she strapless red dress, stiletto heels and all were masquerading as Thom E. Gimcity's newest item. Her job was to find there suspect buying drugs from the clubs owner a Brad P. Nightworth, they had received Intel from an FBI agent that Mr. Nightworth was not only buying a years supply of herione but also enough G4's to send China back to the stone ages, and all those G4's were to be used in a single attack on the White House during a presidential banquet in three weeks time. The FBI had turned to NCIS for some unknown reason claiming they needed help from Gibbs' team of investigators mainly one Agent Todd. The suggestion had originally been that she went undercover as an escort or a server without backup. That had ended up in a debate that lasted an hour and a half finally ending with a broken glass, a black eye, and Kate having back up.

The brunette slid into the pitch black club, shed her jacket and handed it to Mr. Roberts the FBI agent who had given them the Intel and now acted as her second backup and the 'coat/bouncer' guy. She eased her hands from the crook of Thom's arm to his shoulder when he stopped nearly halfway to the bar, the dark marble tiles they stood on reflecting the clubs lights just as the shiny silver of the bar did. She smiled sweetly flashing an Orbit worthy smile as Thom flirted with his agent's daughter's boyfriend's father's cousin's niece. She was explaining what she was wearing for her next shoot and Kate had picked up from somewhere in there conversation that she was a runway model who was often pictured in fashion magazines and mystery novel covers and that her name was Kari.

Kate shifted her gaze from the beaming blue eyed blonde and studied Tim. He was so comfortable with his role, of course he had to be he was Thom for half his life and Tim for the other but it was like Thom E. Gimcity was a more old fashion and respectful but slightly Tony like part of a split personality. Thom was definitely more than a nom de plume. She was slightly jealous that his role was so natural. She liked being undercover, being able to be someone else could be fun but she wasn't used to not having Gibbs at her side. She trusted Tim, the FBI agent not so much but she really trusted Tim and his judgment but she wasn't used to having to watch herself she usually trusted Gibbs to do that so all she had to do was act. She really wanted her boss there and out of the alleys he was scouting. Kate drummed her fingers lightly on Thom's shoulders before leaning down and telling him that she's going to the bar for sarsaparilla and that she'll be right back. She couldn't wait for their suspect to find her; she had to go terrorist hunting.

She slid into the mass of people picking up on slight pieces of conversation mainly about the hottest trends or newest movies; a couple dozen smells everything from apple to vinegar, and countless colors and patterns. She made it to the bar climbed onto a stool ordered a Sarsaparilla ignoring the questioning stare from the bar tender and scanned the mass of people before her. Seconds later she was pulled from the stool she was accompanying and an arm was swung around her waist. She looked up excepting to see Thom but instead finds Mr. Roberts. She smiled playing along when he leaned down placing a cheek on her cheek before whispering in her ear.

"Tony needs you; he couldn't get in contact with you obviously so he contacted me on the radio. He's outside the back kitchen exit."

Kate nodded ignoring the buzzer in her brain that was telling her this didn't make any sense. That she had been told to stay inside at all cost and try to find their suspect. That unless it was an absolute emergency or something had gone terribly wrong she was to stay inside the club. She took his offered hand and let him lead her to the kitchen where some snail shaped onion rings were being crafted and shoved on trays that were then shoved to servers. He led her out the back door sharing an odd smile with a white clad chef. Once outside she took a calming breath looking for Tony and trying but failing to relieve her hand or Mr. Roberts grasp. She shot him a puzzled look before her arm was twisted behind her back sending a roaring pain up through her shoulder and shoved her into a brick wall, the brick scrapped up against her forehead causing her world to go black. That last thing she remembered before she roughly slid to the ground was a shot being fired and her stomach hurting…badly.

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Katie Todd