Title: Shake the Feeling
Author: Jasmine AKA: Jasmine2009
Date: July 27, 2013
Universe: NCIS Season 8
Rated: K+
Warnings: None really. One or two curse words, but nothing more than that.
Summary: A new agent is on loan from another department and Tony's jealous, or so it would seem.
Author's comment: The is the second in my "dust bunnies" series (those stories I never finished for reasons ranging from I got bored to this is total crap and I'm embarrassed I even thought of it.) I'm on a quest to clear some of them out so read at your own leisure/risk. Being as I'm a writer at heart, any comment a reader takes the time to post is always greatly appreciated. ~Jasmine

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"Who is that guy?" Tony asked, as he watched the stranger walk towards the elevator. When he noticed Ziva following the man's derriere instead of answering his question, he popped, "Hey!"

She blinked out of her trance and answered, "He is the visiting NCIS agent from Hawaii. Rather attractive, don't you think?"

"No, not really. Why is he here?"

She enjoyed watching her partner this way. He didn't like competition, especially when the competition was younger and maybe, just maybe, better looking. "He is on loan for a couple of weeks helping us figure out the best way to capture the Bali Killer."

"Since when do we need help?"

Instead of answering, she turned her back on him coyly and returned to her desk. She had leads to track down, people to follow up with, and research to do if she wanted to be prepared for her boss's return. She glanced up at her partner who was still staring at the now empty hallway. "What is the matter Tony? You have a stick up your craw."

He looked down at her, amazed. "How can you get that idiom correct when you can't even remember the term black sheep? You constantly want to say black goat?"

Gibbs turned the corner and said, "Grab your gear, we got another murder."

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Tony brought the camera to his eye and snapped. Through the lens, he saw a woman's body, disfigured and partially covered with leaves. Ducky would confirm time of death, but to his untrained eye, he would guess at least several weeks.

"Whad'ya got?"

Not recognizing the voice, Tony turned around and saw the new guy standing a few feet away behind him with his hands perched authoritatively on his hips. For some reason, this guy rubbed him wrong. "We got a dead female, approximate age 29. Who are you?"

Embarrassed, the man reached out a hand and said, "I'm sorry, I guess we haven't been formally introduced. I'm Special Agent William Cahoon, NCIS, Hawaii. You can call me Will."

"Tony DiNo—"

"—DiNozzo, I know. I did my homework before I came to the mainland."

"Why did you come to the mainland, Will?"

McGee watched with amusement.

"I thought Agent Gibbs told everyone? I'm helping out with the Bali Killer. The Director felt that a fresh set of eyes might be helpful."

"Tony?" Gibbs called. "Help Ziva canvas the area."

"On it."

McGee stepped up next to Will and smiled, "Don't worry about him. He sort of gives everyone who's new a hard time."

As Tony walked away from the body, he felt eyes following him across the parking lot, and the hairs on the back of his neck prickled.

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Stepping off the elevator, McGee stated, "I, for one, am glad to have his help. The more eyes looking at this case the better."

"Since when have we needed more eyes?" Tony countered. "I think we have enough eyes, ears, and anything else needed to solve this case."

Ziva slid out of her jacket and said, "Evidently, Director Vance does not agree. He approved the request."

"Request? You mean we requested him?"

"Not exactly. He sort of requested us," McGee explained.

"Why are you upset?" Ziva asked. "He is doing all the work you hate to do. He is logging in the evidence, running down the more obscure leads, and he is even playing…" she waved her hand around trying to come up with the right word, "dog!"

"Dog?"

"Yes, he is going and fetching things for you. Dog."

McGee squinted his eyes at the image, then corrected, "You mean gopher."

"Gopher?" she repeated, unsure of herself.

"Yeah, a small rodent that does menial tasks."

Tony almost couldn't contain his disbelief, "I think it's the other gofer, as in: Ziva, will you gofer some pizza?"

"Whatever!" she interrupted their interpretation of her English. "The point is Will Cahoon is here to stay whether you like it or not."

"I don't like it. He's…he's—"

"—Good looking?" she offered.

"Pleasant to be around?" McGee added.

"Younger?" she said, "and he drives a Mustang."

"And he already has a date with Michelle in Accounting," McGee added, almost gloating over the tidbit of gossip.

Ziva and McGee shared a smile, knowing they were driving their colleague crazy. Tim looked straight at Tony and said, "In other words, he's you, only better."

There was no use arguing with either of them. Tony couldn't explain how he felt, just that he didn't feel right about this new guy. "Well, if it's all the same to both of you, I think I'll keep him at a distance. I'm not sure I trust him."

Gibbs rounded the bullpen and said, "Tony, go help Abby."

"On it, Boss."

Gibbs waited for Tony to pass before looking at the seat that Will Cahoon was supposed to be occupying. "Where is he?"

McGee shrugged, "He's probably over in Accounting. Rumor has it he was successful at asking Michelle out."

Gibbs could almost appreciate that feat, however, now was not the time to be developing a love interest. A cold hard stare conveyed to McGee what he was thinking.

"I'll call him and get him back here."

"Good idea. Ziva, what do we know about the victim?"

Clicking on the remote, she spoke to the image on the plasma, "Her name is Mandy Barnes, 28 years old, and she just got out of the Navy. She enlisted while she was in college, did her time and opted out when her commitment was done. She is a native of Delaware, went to New Dominion College in Virginia, and was planning to marry in three months."

McGee picked up, "She was a routing clerk at Norfolk Naval Station. She never got into any trouble, not so much as a reprimand in her file. Her superiors speak highly of her."

"Who's she marrying?"

"A civilian named Melvin Morales. He's a construction worker for a Maryland based company."

"Go check him out. McGee, go with her."

Gibbs sat down at his desk, looking through the stack of files that had accumulated. He began thinking about the murders. This last victim makes four killings in all. The first killing was here, the next one was in Hawaii, then he killed in Seattle, and now he's back in DC.

An out of breath Will Cahoon hurried up in front of his desk and said, "Sorry, Special Agent Gibbs. McGee said you wanted to see me?"

"Yeah. I want you running down all correspondences that Mandy Barnes made in the last twenty four hours. I want cell records, bank records, movie ticket stubs… anything that she did, I want to know what it was and who she did it with."

"Sure, Agent Gibbs. I'll have the list compiled by tomorrow."

Gibbs cocked his head, pursed his lips slightly, and glared.

Confused, Cahoon hesitantly said, "Is there something else you want me to do?"

"Nope."

"Then is something wrong? You're looking at me kinda funny."

"I need the information today."

Cahoon nodded slowly, "Okay. Today it is."

He took off his jacket and slid into the small cubicle next to McGee's desk. He rolled up his sleeves and began pounding away on the keyboard, searching for information. He clearly wasn't used to the intense work ethic of his east coast counterparts; Hawaii was much more laid back. But now he realizes exactly why Special Agent Gibbs has the reputation he does.

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"Abs, El Jefe sent me down to help you. Not sure why he sent me, but he did, so what I can do for you?"

Abby loved it when Tony came to visit. "You, dear sir, are the sprinkle to my icing, the sugar to my Caf Pow, and the lemon to my broccoli, but like you, I'm not sure why Gibbs would send you and not McGee?"

"You'll have to ask him that question. I just follow orders." 'The lemon to my broccoli?' he scrunched his nose imagining the taste.

"Well, in that case, you can begin by looking over those bags of evidence. I'm not sure what I'm looking for, but maybe you can come up with something."

"Sure thing." He picked up the first bag full of bloody garments and dirt. Not exactly the stuff that jumps out and says, 'check me for chlorohydrate residue!', but he examined it anyway. "Hey, Abby?"

"Yeah?"

"You've seen the new guy, Will Cahoon?"

"Yeah," she swooned, "what a hottie."

Tony looked at her out of the corner of his eye and then back at the evidence on the table. "What do your Gothic senses tell you about him?"

"Well, I know he's single, but he's definitely not my type. He managed to get Michelle in accounting to go out with him. That's gotta say something about him, don't you think? Of course, he also got Maggie, Stephanie, and Lynn to go out with him, too. He's a pretty busy guy."

"Yeah, a regular Boy Wonder," Tony mumbled under his breath. Trying to conceal his frustration, he continued, "So, there are no red flags that go up when he's around? No bat signals that light up the night sky when you see him? No omens interfering with the earth's rotation when you speak to him?"

She stopped clicking on her computer and turned to face him. "Why are you asking me these questions?"

"Just curious."

She narrowed her eyes, "No, you're not curious. You're jealous! You're jealous that this younger, attractive, available federal agent is in your territory."

"I'm not jealous, Abs. I can't put my finger on it, but there's something about him that doesn't set right with me."

She studied him; he was being sincere. Something was definitely bothering him. "Have you told Gibbs?"

"Tell him what? He'll think what you thought and what Ziva and McGee are thinking. If he can help us catch the Bali Killer, I'll personally take him out and buy him the biggest steak dinner at the best restaurant in DC. But I got a bad feeling about him, Abs. I just got a bad feeling…"

She slowly turned back around and faced her computer. If Tony had concerns, they shouldn't be ignored. It was a rare day when Tony's gut was wrong, but that would mean something was wrong with Will. And Tony was right about one thing: nobody would believe it was anything other than good ole' fashioned jealousy.

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When Tony walked past, Will Cahoon was hunched over his computer screen, tapping away on the keys. Whatever he was doing, he was very intent on doing it.

"Boss? Abby found a second blood type on Mandy Barnes' clothes. She's running the analysis now."

Gibbs never bothered looking up from his file, but he ticked his head and said, "Help him."

Tony looked at Cahoon and was just about to protest when he realized his boss had slipped away. Rethinking his position, he asked himself, why not? At least this way he could keep an eye on him and see what he was doing. He sauntered over to his desk and peered down until Cahoon looked up.

"May I help you?" Will asked.

Tony smiled, "Probably not, but maybe I can help you. What have you done so far?"

Will looked relieved to be able to offload some of his work and gladly turned over the financial data. Tony smiled when he realized what he'd been given and said, "Don't like looking through numbers, huh?"

Cahoon grinned and shook his head, "Nope, never have. Don't even like looking at my own bank statements. Sort of depressing, if you ask me."

Tony remembered the clandestine dates he'd had with Michelle in accounting several months back and almost laughed out loud. If this guy couldn't bring himself to look through bank statements, he was never going to last an evening with Michelle. She lived to crunch numbers and that was all she did. She was nothing more than a boring bean counter who just happened to be wrapped in a very pretty package. But even the pretty package wasn't enough to keep him going back for more. She talked incessantly about budgets and even managed to take that one dimensional talent right into the bedroom. He'd never told anyone about their brief stint together because she had asked him not to. She said she had a reputation to protect.

"You going out with Michelle in accounting?"

He poked his head around the partition and said, "Yeah. How'd you know?"

"Wild guess. You should brush up on these numbers if you want to impress her. She works in accounting for a reason, Will. Trust me, she'll like you more if you can tell a debit column from a credit column."

"I'm hoping we don't spend too much time talking, if you know what I mean."

"Oh yeah," he mumbled, feeling protective over Michelle, "I know exactly what you mean." Pushing those thoughts aside, he went back to his computer screen. But his heart wasn't in it. Every time he finished reading a statement and went to go the next one, he realized he hadn't comprehended anything he'd just read, and had to start over again. His mind kept drifting, so much so that he began to wonder if the others were right. Maybe he was jealous. Maybe he didn't like it that a younger version of him was basically honing in on his territory.

After giving that thought a few minutes to percolate, he killed it. He knew jealousy, and this wasn't it.

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Tony couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned until he finally rolled out of bed, got dressed and drove to the Navy Yard. He scrolled through Mandy Barnes' financial data, this time making sense of everything. It all seemed to be in order. No huge deposits, no huge withdrawals, no unusual activity. He wondered if he should attack the rest of her records, but decided Cahoon could do that.

Thinking about him, he wondered how his date went with Michelle. He wondered if Cahoon were the kind of guy who would kiss and tell, or if he were more of a gentleman.

He closed down his computer, locked up his files, and opened his draw to retrieve his gun when a thought occurred to him. Looking around the room suspiciously, a habit he'd developed during his time tracking Ziva, he non-chalantly sauntered over to the desk Will was using and looked around. There was nothing obvious on or around the work area. He clicked on the computer and logged in. Using his ID and password, he was able to access the search logs for Will Cahoon. He spotted it immediately, but didn't know what to make of it. Will had logged many searches on Mandy Barnes, but he had also logged one search on a Navy Destroyer, the USS O'Kane, home port: Pearl Harbor.

TBC