Miss Pink—aka Brian Dern—was led out of the club kicking and screaming as a bunch of queens looked on in interest and delight. "I never trusted that walking Cotton Candy," Big Momma professed loudly. "She seemed far too devious."

Dern and P.O. Foreman had been lovers. The pair had met at the club and had begun a relationship, one that soon turned sour. Dern was jealous and controlling, two qualities Foreman didn't like in a significant other. After a while, Dern's ways had gotten on Foreman's last nerve and the man had broken it off. That, it seemed, was not what his lover had hoped to hear.

"That's good work, McGee," Gibbs said in a rare act of congratulations.

"I can't take credit, boss. Abby's the one who put together the flame thrower."

"So you're not really a drag queen?" Marilyn asked with a small pout. "Oh, poo! I was going to invite you back to my place for a little queen on queen tutoring."

Tim was speechless at the offer and was grateful that Big Momma stepped between them when she did. "Shy does not need your advice," she told the Marilyn Monroe impersonator. "She's already had the training from the best." The large drag queen turned to Tim with a sincere grin and enveloped him in a hug. "Babycakes, if you ever feel the urge to don a fabulous dress, you just let me know and I'll hook you up! It can even be our little secret!"

"Thank you," he said as he extracted himself from her tight grasp, "but I don't think this kind of stuff is for me. My feet have been killing me since I put these shoes on."

"And you think ours haven't?" she asked. "That's the commitment of a true queen, doll!"

Tony was in heaven. "You hear that, Probie? You're a true queen!" he exclaimed as he gave Tim a slap on the back.

"Are you mocking our little Shy?" asked a queen with huge, fake breasts.

"Of course not!" Tony said disingenuously. "I would never mock your little Shy! And you are…?"

"Titty McGee," the queen proclaimed with great pride as she shoved her namesakes out further.

That sent Tony over the edge. "Titty McGee?" he screeched in delight. "That is perfect! Oh, yes, I am just collecting the new material here!"

"Shy, who is this loud mouth?" Big Momma asked with a tight-mouthed frown.

"This is Tony DiNozzo, one of my co-workers…unfortunately."

"Girls, I get the feeling Mr. DiNozzo needs to learn a little about drag queens, as he seems to have misguided ideas about what kind of girls we are."

Tony sensed the sudden tension in the air and forced himself to calm down. "Not at all, ladies…I think you guys are, um, great. And anyway, I don't have time to play dress-up; I've got to get back to the office for work…right, boss?"

Gibbs had watched the scene unfold with great amusement. "Actually, DiNozzo, I think a bit of research could be good for you. Maybe we'll need an undercover drag queen again, and you'll be the perfect candidate."

"Oh, I'd rather not have that honor…" But Tony's words fell upon deaf ears.

"Now I think we should put you in something strapless, maybe in a lilac color," Big Momma said as she told his arm and led him away.

"Ooo! He'd lock fantastic with a nice, short bob hairstyle," added Marilyn.

Tony looked back at the group in sheer terror as the gaggle of queen pulled him off.

"Um, Abby?" Tim asked as he fidgeted. "Can I take these shoes off?"

"If you want to, Timmy, but I wouldn't recommend walking around this club without shoes on."

"Oh…um…" His face was red like a tomato. "I need to use the restroom…and I'm not sure how."

Gibbs jerked his head toward the restroom area. "You'll have to figure that out for yourself, McGee. And that dress is a rental, so don't get urine on it."

He pouted as he hastened to the bathroom. He never wanted to go undercover again.

AN: And that ends this story! However, I won't deny there is a good chance Big Momma and the other girls will show up in a future fic XD Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed! I appreciate that so much!