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[Cabarette]

this roleplay is for
cabarette
&&
[lucifer]

if you are not those people
gtfo plz k thx

[x__beteNOIRE]

xxx

╭____________________________________________________╮
you are the ∂ α y ∂ ʀ ε α m in my eyes___
there whenever I ω α к ε up,___
but the colors never c ʀ y s т α ℓ ℓ ι z ε___
&& i can never get ε ɴ σ υ ɢ н___
&& while you к ι s s everybody butм ε ___
i just sit в α c к && ω α т c н___
but on day s σ σ ɴ, i'm gonna ɢ σ ɴ ɴ α grab you___
by the c σ ℓ ℓ α ʀ && к ι s s you all i want!
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Twisting the Princess cut diamond ring on her finger, Agent Lulu Smirov looked from the impressive ring and back toward the red light just in time to catch it changing to green. The engine purred perfectly as soon as her foot pushed down upon the accelerator and for a second she sent her thanks to the Director for getting the sweet ride, but she scratched that from her list when she remembered she'd now be stuck with a partner from NCIS. Not even the awesome Jaguar XK with all of it's special features wouldn't be able to keep her from being a bit upset about the whole situation, but in the end she understood they had to investigate both of the mobs just in case; she was just hoping that her partner wouldn't end up blowing their cover somehow. She hadn't bothered to ask what her partner's real name would be and she hoped he'd only know her as Nadya Petrov to avoid any mistakes.

Driving directly past the cafe she'd be meeting her new husband at, she circled around to the back where a small parking lot was and took careful time to park it just so. Sliding her keys into the pocket of her cropped leather jacket after she'd locked the doors, she stopped to lean against the back of the wall after doing a check of the clock on her cellphone. She was more then fifteen minutes early, but that had been her own fault since she'd had to shake off one of Vishnevsky's dogs and did so by making it look like she'd been going to the airport to pick up her husband.

Shifting through the other pocket, she found a pack of half used Virginia Slims along with a shitty BIC lighter that somehow still managed to work well enough to light the item up and she greedily took a drag. Six months ago she had quit, but most of the women in the mob tended to smoke and thus to hear their gossip; she had to pick up the nasty habit yet again, which she hadn't been too eager at first, but now the nicotine was back in her system and she idly wondered how she had ever lived without it. Considering she didn't have the stomach for drinking and too much caffeine made her sick for days on end, her bad habit had become smoking and her grandmother gave her hell for it every time they spoke on the phone.

Flicking the butt to the side, she adjusted the hem of her silky red spaghetti strapped dress that fell to her lower thighs and showcased slim, tanned legs until her ankles were her slouchy black boots started. A loud noise from around the corner caused her head to jerk around quickly and she stared at two children running away from behind the cover of her reflective aviators. Realizing they were of no threat, she paused to open her car door yet again and dug out her black pleather bag before getting out the perfume she kept inside of it before spraying it on herself; cigarette smoke irritated some people after all so she might as well attempt to cover it up.

Locking up the vehicle and throwing the chain of her purse over her shoulder, she finally began to walk toward the front of the building where she would grab one of those cute tables that bordered the street. Sitting outside would make it more difficult for people to listen on just in case one of the mob members had actually managed to trail them and after all it'd be easier to spot them. Picking one of the seats closer to a corner where it would be harder to be heard, she sat down on one of the black iron wrought seats that sounded a tiny matching table, which was only meant for two.

Toying with a short strand of flaxen blonde hair, she glanced at the many people moving through the streets and calmed when she couldn't find one person with a red tie. All that she knew was this guy was going to be wearing a red tie and that made her slightly antsy though she wasn't going to call the ever obnoxious Agent Torres to find out what he was supposed to look like.

"Ma'am do you know what you want to order?"

Peering up toward the petite female in front of her, she crossed her legs and leaned forward with a smile plastered on her lips. "I'd like to have some of that famous hot chocolate you're known for with extra whip cream and a slice of spice cake; my husband is coming so it calls for celebration," she explained in a heavily accented Russian voice and flashed her a smile that flashed a pair of pearly whites. It was best to start acting like a glowing newlywed as soon as possible after all.

The younger girl giggled at her facade and Lulu felt that her acting was spot on, which always made her feel a swell of pride. "Well I'll see if I can get you two a discount then," the waitress whispered before flouncing off.

Shaking her head at the innocence of the girl, she leaned back against the chair and dug out her cellphone before beginning to fiddle with it to appear as inconspicuous as possible. She could feel the gaze of passersby on her and she had a feeling it was because her dress had hiked up when she had crossed that her thigh was showing and thus being feasted upon by hungry males; of course, she didn't much care and didn't move to correct the length. After all Nadya Petrov was a woman that didn't shy away from the males and she was completely in character right now.

...Though the impatience she was feeling was trait that only Lulu possessed and thus she tried to squash it down.

[x__beteNOIRE]

“YOU KNOW, I CAN'T SLEEP AT NIGHT FOR TRYING
NEVER DID FEEL THIS WAY BEFORE
NEVER DID GET UP AND WALK THE FLOOR
IF THIS IS LOVE THEN GIVE ME MORE
AND MORE AND MORE AND MORE AND MORE”

Adjusting the ebony Armani jacket to his three piece suit, McGee cleared his throat and closed his eyes for a few seconds to calm down his racing heart. Right now, he was in the lobby of the Fairmont Hotel and couldn't help fidgeting just the tiniest when he realized more then half of the people who were entering and leaving the same area belonged to either the Russian or Italian mob. He didn't have a problem with seeing these people on the other side of the interrogation class, but it was completely different knowing that was going to have to mingle with them while lying to their faces. Jesus, he had no idea what Gibbs was thinking when he agreed to let him go undercover because he was one of the worst liars on the face of the planet!

With a quick roll of shoulders and a large exhale, he forced all those thoughts from his mind before leaning against one of the pillars that were beside the entrance. He was now Leo Giuliano and there was no time for silly little McGee doubts to spring in his mind because honestly it would just risk him blowing his cover and that would mean dealing with a pissed off Gibbs, which was worse then a room full of pissed off gangsters in his mind.

He was glad that he had opted for wearing his sunglasses even inside because none of the people surrounding him could see that his eyes were darting from side to side. Glancing at his Rolex, he resisted the strong urge to purse his lips at how little time had passed since he felt as if he'd been there for at least thirty minutes when in reality it had only been around five minutes. He knew he would feel more at ease once Cammy managed to arrive because then at least she could keep him in line if he slipped up and vice versa. Also he had a feeling that their new agent, who had taken Ziva's place, was very spunky and wouldn't mind being in a room full of people that would be heavily armed, which meant that he could at least try to feed off of the energy she would give off.

Playing with the white plastic key that would allow him access into the suite NCIS was paying for, he moved his gaze so that it was settled on the very doors his partner would be coming through. He had no doubt that their room would be bugged and that meant they wouldn't get any breaks from the charade they were going to be keeping up unless they managed to get out without being tailed, but even then that would be more then a little difficult to pull off. At least he knew they'd be able to meet up with Tony and his CIA partner every once and a while even if they would have to act as if they were strangers, but he had no doubt that he was going to get ribbed by the Senior Field Agent no matter what situation they were in though that would at least make the whole thing feel a bit more normal.

"Sir do you need anything?"

Turning his head to the side, he locked his eyes on a bellhop that had his brows arched and seemed curious as to why he was just standing around with his luggage about him. Of course he probably looked a little odd and he couldn't blame the kid, but still that didn't mean that Tim liked the fact that this snobby kid was giving him an odd tone of voice.

Of course though, he didn't let it show on his face and straightened up as to intimidate the other male though he didn't though it was as effective as when Tony chose to do it. "My wife is stuck in traffic from the airport and rather then just go to the room and have her meet me, I want to surprise her with suite I booked," he stated in a voice that was deeper then the one he usually used and only had the tiniest bit of an accent. He figured it was best to change his voice only slightly as not to come off as one of those fake Italian guys they always had in cheesy car commercials that you saw on late night TV.

Immediately the boy's face turned from accusing to embarrassed and his complexion was as white as a sheet. Obviously if his boss had heard him speaking to a high paying customer then he would get a dock in his pay or at least a severe scolding. "S-S-Sorry sir," he stammered and with that he was running away on his heels and going to find someone that would need his assistance.

There was no doubt that had boosted his ego up quite a few notches and he wondered briefly if this was what Tony felt like when he scared people off. He would have to tell this story later on, but it would require juicier details and the kid would most certainly have to be one of the mobsters rather then just a bell hop. Devising the new plan in his head, he couldn't fight off the smirk that came over his lips from his great accomplishment and how much better his story would sound his new "improvements".

Pausing to look down at his newly polished loafers, which of course were Armani as well, he began to think of even more details he could throw in. He wouldn't be able to go overboard like Tony did and say that a group of ninjas had attacked him beforehand, but he figured that he could exaggerate the size of the man along with the fact he would have excessive hair and huge muscles. With a nod of finality, he stopped his train of thought and just started at the door again.

[Cabarette]

xxxxxcurl your upper lip up and let me look a r o u n d

slide your t o n g u e along your bottom lip, then bite downxxxxx

xxxxxand bend your back and ask those h i p s if i can touch

'cause they're the p e r f e c t jumping off pointxxxxx

xxxxxgetting closer to your b u t t e r f l y

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Tony DiNozzo looked good. He knew he looked good. The girls that were passing him with giggles and stares knew he looked good. At this point, his looking good was just common knowledge, and that was perfectly alright with him. Though he would have liked to have thought that his appearance was fully due to his own handsome face, he did owe some of it to NCIS. How often was it that he got to wear brand name suits? A Versaci three piece suit that was the most perfect midnight black with a pressed white shirt underneath that he had unbuttoned just enough to look like he was perfectly relaxed. The red tie he was supposed to use to signal to his new fake wife-y was untied, laying over his shoulders and peeking out from under his jacket. He had put extra effort into looking nice and casual. If Tony had been given a choice in the matter, this would have indeed been a casual outfit for him. Unfortunately, the only time he got to enjoy such pretty, pretty presents was when NCIS picked up the tab.

He had already slipped out of the car that had been so generously provided to him and leaned on it for a minute just to crowd watch. It wasn't nearly as amazing as the car he had been told they gave to “Nadya”, as this was simply to provide transportation to this cafe. It gave him somewhere to put his luggage. He was supposed to unload his stuff into her car, then someone would come get his car later on. It worked fine with him. He did plan to get the keys from the girl, though. If the car was half as amazing as the online reviews said that model was, then he would not be able to keep from driving it. It was just too tempting.

With a small cough into the sleeve of his suit, Tony removed his sunglasses and started to walk forward. He was supposed to know her by her red dress. That was all he knew. Red dress. He really hoped that there were not multiple people with red dresses, although he supposed that she would be able to recognize him right off the bat anyway. Even with the tie nearly hidden by his vest and jacket, it wasn't hard to figure out that he was supposed to be a wealthy member of the Russian mafia, as not many people wore Versaci in the middle of the day just to go get a cup of coffee. Stopping when he reached the tables outside the little restaurant, Tony went ahead and looked over the people sitting outside. He didn't know if she would be here or not. Very soon, though, his eyes caught on a lovely young thing in a red dress. He didn't know for sure if it was his girl, but he could most certainly take a good guess. In a few long strides he had made it to the table, where he held out a hand to help her up. If she was that pretty, he was going to milk the 'couple' aspect of this for all that it was worth, and that meant greeting her with at least a kiss on the cheek. At least. When he spoke, it was with a nigh flawless Russian-living-in-America accent; he had worked hard and watched many, many Russian-themed movies to try and get it absolutely just right. “Nadya, I've missed you.” He flashed one of those charming DiNozzo grins, figuring at this point that if he had somehow messed up and this was not the right girl, he would make up an excuse and go on his way. But yeah, he was pretty sure that his instincts had led him right.

Still, the back of his mind buzzed, reminding him that she was a CIA agent. Damn. He couldn't really enjoy this as much as he wanted to with that knowledge. As any proper NCIS agent did, Tony harbored more than a few bitter feelings towards the other government agencies. While he recognized that, especially in this case, two heads were better than one, that did not change the fact that he almost felt as though this operation should have been left entirely to NCIS. In fact, cancel that. He felt that it should have been left entirely to NCIS. Not because the case was actually relevant enough to what they were investigating to justify them taking over, but because he wanted in on the action, damn it! He wanted to know about the mafia and get all the gossip and not have to share it with the CIA, or any other branch of government that was just going to end up stealing the thunder from NCIS once again. There were few things that pissed him off the way other people taking credit for what he did could. Even when it was just ignoring that anyone got credit at all, he couldn't take it. That was the reason that people didn't know who NCIS was: because they never got credit for the loads of cases they solved every year. Hell, every month. Still, no one mentioned their name unless there was some cover-up theory.

He was getting mad just thinking about it.

Tony studied the girl who was to be Mrs. Nadya Petrov, though it was most certainly not in a creepy way. No, he managed to play it off perfectly as a husband who is simply glad to see his wife for the first time in too long. He had learned during past under cover cases that he was pretty good at acting. Too good, in one case. But that was the past, and he really didn't want to put a damper on the day and his suit and the car and this girl just because of something that had happened a few years ago. A smile was plastered to his features as he spoke again, the tone in his voice soft and rather caring. “How have you been, my love? It has been too long since I've seen my own wife!” He laughed good natured-ly as he sat down in the chair across the table from her. He had spent as much time practicing the Russian-turned-American manner of speaking as much as he had the accent. Specific words had to be pronounced or left out. It was a lot of work, but after enough practice, he had found that it had all been worth it. More than worth it. It meant that he got to do this awesome under cover job. That was more than worth it.

The waitress had returned with a cup and a slice of cake, and Tony grinned. In light of all the other perks, he had almost forgotten about the free food he would be getting for...Well, he wasn't sure how long. However long they were under cover. That was at least as exciting as all the clothes. Oh, this was going to be a good period of time. He really wanted it to last.

Of course, even better was the fact that he wasn't the only NCIS agent who got to enjoy all this. McGee and the new girl had been assigned to the Italian mafia. Tony had to admit he was jealous; he could do a flawless Italian accent. Flawless. Still, he had insisted that the 'probies', as he so affectionately referred to them, stick together. It didn't matter that McGee had not really been a probationary agent in quite some time. He would always be Probie to Tony. Either way, at some point they were bound to run into each other, and Tony would get the chance to throw thinly veiled insults that he had discovered were quite common between the two mobs. He always took any chance to make fun of McGee, if only because it was just so easy. It was just right there in front of him. How was he supposed to resist?

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[Cabarette]

i gotta get your p r e s e n c exxxxx

l e t ' s make it knownxxxxx

i think you're just so p l e a s a n txxxxx

i would l i k e you for my ownxxxxx

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Today was a weird day. A really, really weird day. Cammy had come to this realization when she had glanced at herself in the mirror and hardly recognized herself. She was normally content to wear nice slacks and a pretty blouse if she was going to work, jeans and a t-shirt if she wasn't. It seemed like dresses were always too dressy, so she never bothered with them. Well, she had bothered with one for this. She had even gotten to pick the designer for this one dress; the rest of her ridiculously expensive clothes had been picked out by other people. She had chosen a simple enough little black number, a nice, classic Chanel, and had been praying beyond praying that she would get to keep it after the assignment was over. That was all she wanted. Just this dress. Whether she got her wish or not, she planned on spending as much time as she possibly could staring at herself in this dress, enjoying the way it fit, feeling more snug than uncomfortable. Cammy absolutely loved it. She loved the dress, she loved the matching Chanel sunglasses that were perched on top of her head rather than covering her eyes, and she loved beyond reason the Christian LaCroix shoes that had been chosen to match her ensemble. Oh, this was all amazing.

After spending an inordinate amount of time getting ready to go in the first place, she finally managed to find her way down to the car that had been sent to pick her up. The luggage that had been packed for her was already inside, which meant that at least she didn't have to deal with carrying bags upon bags of stuff down the stairs of her apartment. The car, being a rather slick limo, was beautiful, and Cammy helped herself to the champagne that the driver informed her was, for now, on the house. She didn't want to get drunk, or even, buzzed, but a little liquid confidence never really hurt anything. Well, not usually. And if she was going to spent the next however long around gangsters and killers, she was going to at least be pleasantly courageous throughout it.

She climbed out of the car she had been sent in when they reached the hotel, though it was the exceedingly polite driver that came around just to help her out. When she stepped out onto the pavement, there were already a few men loading her bags onto carts and ready to push them along behind her. Cammy was pretty sure that she could get used to this kind of treatment. With a small wave to the driver, who she had made rather good friends with on the way over, she continued into the hotel. Where only a minute ago she had been completely confident and ready for action, the sight of all these people who she knew were more dangerous than she could imagine definitely set her straight. There was a moment where she simply lingered in the doorway, looking around the people with a sense of fear; she was a little kid who got separated from her mother at the grocery store, only there were no helpful customers to help her get back. After what felt like forever but was probably only a few long seconds, Cammy (much to her relief) spotted McGee standing further into the lobby. It took restraint not to absolutely run over to him. Instead, she forced herself to walk calmly, a patient smile on her face as she waved in a small way to him.

Upon reaching her co-worker, Cammy did not hesitate to drop into character. She was Bianca Guiliano, he was Leo. There was no Cammy and no Tim. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling back to peck him briefly on the cheek. “Hello, Leo, darling. You look nice today. Not a surprise, I suppose, but it is not the worst thing to see.” She scooted back just enough to be able to look him up and down a little, but her hands remained on his shoulders. Her accent was definitely present, but she had studied more on how to act than how to speak. Sure, she had made sure that she sounded realistic, but Cammy also wanted to make sure that no one would single them out based purely on American tendencies. She was a good little bookworm, she was. Of course, having read so many places that Italians tend to be much more affectionate, she had thought very seriously about kissing him on the lips when she first saw him, but eventually decided that thinking about that was a little too weird. She could settle for the cheek for now. He was one in charge for the time being, so she could easily just let 'dear Leo' set the limits for the both of them.

She turned to the men that had followed her. “Do you mind getting his things as well? It will be much easier that way.” They obliged, starting to gather his things and place them on the carts with hers. Meanwhile, she remained standing in front of him with her arms halfway around his neck. Cammy was feeling awkward standing this way with McGee, but that was perfectly hidden by Bianca's complete comfort with Leo. It was just a character, that was all. She often admonished local theatres for refusing to have two people kiss in a play just because they weren't a couple in real life and they wanted to keep it from being weird. This was no different. That's what she kept telling herself, anyway.

On the bright side, she was unbelievably psyched to see the room they would be staying in. If their clothes and transportation were this nice, she could just imagine the beautiful hotel room that she would get to stay in. The blankets were probably some insanely high thread count, and the pillows would be down. She was excited already. Cammy, like most people, did not get to stay in five star suites. It just didn't happen. Now that she did, she planned on wringing every drop of elegance out of this hotel, from beautifully laid out rooms to dressing up just to go to dinner.

Dinner! She had meant to look up a certain question that had been buzzing through her mind, but had completely forgotten in light of other plans and thoughts on the next few...days? Weeks? She didn't know.

She looked up at her 'husband' and smiled. “Leo, did you perchance happen to see if there's any dancing at the dinner here?” She looked down at her feet for a moment, then back up at him. “I thought that if there was, I might try to trick you into a dance or two. What do you say?” With that, she pulled away from him and stepped towards their luggage. It was time to see that beautiful, beautiful room, and the men with the carts were already starting to roll towards the elevators.

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[x__beteNOIRE]

xxx

╭____________________________________________________╮
you are the ∂ α y ∂ ʀ ε α m in my eyes___
there whenever I ω α к ε up,___
but the colors never c ʀ y s т α ℓ ℓ ι z ε___
&& i can never get ε ɴ σ υ ɢ н___
&& while you к ι s s everybody butм ε ___
i just sit в α c к && ω α т c н___
but on day s σ σ ɴ, i'm gonna ɢ σ ɴ ɴ α grab you___
by the c σ ℓ ℓ α ʀ && к ι s s you all i want!
╰____________________________________________________╯

After looking through the heavily coded e-mails that had made it's way to her black berry, which happened to be in several different languages just in cause the Russians managed to steal her precious gadget, she laid the object to the side and paused as she noticed a very attractive male making his way over. A flash of crimson hanging around his neck, which she figured was a loosened tie, and Lulu knew that this must have been the guy NCIS had sent her, which sent a pleasant tingle of attraction rippling through her body. There was no doubt that this broad shouldered male with this perfectly spiked hair was a far more pleasing sight then her formerly planned partner, Agent Boris Alexandrov, and momentarily she sent a giant thank you out into the universe in hopes that the Director would just happen to get it even though that was impossible.

Allowing him to help her to her feet, she leaned against him pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips while a delighted smile spread across her lips. There was no doubt that pretending to be newly weds with her fake husband when he was this handsome was going to be easier then she thought. "I've missed you as well, my sweet Felicks! Now I will make sure you never leave me again," she teased and caressed the curve of his jaw while an impish little half smile made her way over her lips. Dropping her hand from his side, she moved backwards and settled yet again into her seat and finally took off the sunglasses she'd been using to hide her face. No matter how good her acting was, she could never make her eyes lie and thus she generally took a lot of effort to either cover them if she felt her emotions would get the best of her.

She didn't have any doubt that her partner harbored some sort of grudge against her and her director had warned her that even though most NCIS agents did; it wasn't as if she couldn't trust them. After all, CIA did take some of their cases and not deliver them any credit and she could understand the bad blood between the two of them, but she couldn't help feeling as if her time to shine was being taken away. For months, they'd just confined her to a desk where all she did was translate whatever they shoved at her since she happened to be fluent in six languages, not including English, though Russian was her best and when this assignment had dropped onto the CIA; they had chosen her. Of course, the director had made some excuse as to why she hadn't been used beforehand and she'd just accepted his bullshit, because after all she knew the real reason, and taken the case with much enthusiasm.

With perfectly practiced smile that could only be coined as adoring, she reached across the table and folded both of her small hands around one of his larger. "I've just been spending all of my time missing you; most of the people I've met at the hotel we are staying at are eager to meet you as well, sladaste," she made sure to add on the Russian pet name for effect and even pouted her lips for the next statement she was going to make, "you will have to work very hard to make up your absence to me; it's not very fun mingling without you." There was a slight whine in her voice, but she made sure to tone it down enough that it wouldn't appear as annoying while she hoped he'd catch the gist of what she was really saying; the Russian mob pretty much thought her husband was non-existent, which meant they would have to appear as much like newlyweds as possible as not to make them suspicious when he did arrive at the hotel.

Darting her gaze over toward the waitress, she offered her a beaming smile as she placed the food down. "Oh thank you very, very much," she stated with such exuberance that was obviously spilling over into her every actions simply because her husband was directly in front of her. "This is my fabulous husband that I was telling you about! Please make sure you take his order, he doesn't eat very well when he's away on business." She looked at him fondly and stroked her fingers over the back of his hand before reluctantly moving to wrap her hands about the china cup full of rich, melted hot chocolate that had been mixed with cinnamon with a dollop of whipped cream on the top. Sweets always won out over men after all and this was one of her favorite treats so she wasn't going to turn it down.

Bringing the item to her lips, she took a long sip and couldn't help the purr of pleasure that came from her throat. Putting the cup down, she wiped the cream from the corner of her lip where it had managed to get smudged and promptly swiped her tongue across it to get the sweet treat. Turning the unconscious action into a flirtatious one, she peered at her fake husband from beneath her brows and shot him a secretive smile that was meant to be full of promises. "You should order some hot chocolate sladaste; it's the best I've had in a while," she purred and then picked up her fork to begin the tasting of her spice cake. She was going to have a lot of fun toying with her partner's brain that was for sure.

[x__beteNOIRE]

“YOU KNOW, I CAN'T SLEEP AT NIGHT FOR TRYING
NEVER DID FEEL THIS WAY BEFORE
NEVER DID GET UP AND WALK THE FLOOR
IF THIS IS LOVE THEN GIVE ME MORE
AND MORE AND MORE AND MORE AND MORE”

The sleek black limo pulling into the driveway to the lobby immediately caught his attention and without a doubt in the back of his mind, he knew that Cammy was inside of it since they had sent one similar for himself. Despite all of this, he made no move to get away from the pillar or to get closer to the door since he figured it would draw attention to himself before he needed it, not that he wanted it upon him at all. All of his attention was kept on her though and he couldn't help admiring how attractive she looked in that expensive black dress. There was no doubt he wouldn't have a problem calling her his "wife" during this operation though he figured that he shouldn't tell her that he found her attractive, even in the normal clothes she wore to work, and his face got hot just at thinking about saying that to her.

Scratching the side of his neck nervously, he closed his eyes to make those thoughts go away as if she might end up hearing them or some other sort of crazy thing. He almost jumped when her voice broke into his thoughts and he briefly wondered how quickly she had managed to make it across the lobby without him noticing, but he had always managed to be easily lost in his thoughts, which was what he was doing again. Really, he needed to stop this bad habit before it ended up with him getting in real trouble.

"Dear Bianca, how I've missed you so," he murmured into the air between them and even put his hand on the small of her back to show a sign of possession that would ward off the other males that were looking at her even now. Brushing his lips against her forehead, he held her close in his embrace before backing up only slightly so that they would have enough room between them to room, but not enough that they wouldn't look like an adoring couple. "You look fabulous, I'm guessing you weren't missing me too much," he teased and offered her a charming slightly nervous smile; he would take an hour or two for him to fully fall into this act though he wasn't sure if he was going to feel completely comfortable touching his coworker in such an intimate manner. After all, rule number twelve had been drilled into his head by now.

The pressure of her lips on his cheek caused his body to heat up pleasurably, but he was pretty sure that none of the blood rushed to his cheeks and for that he was grateful at least. Turning his gaze toward the men and nodded his head in greeting before muttering a gruff thanks before he pulled Cammy a little closer to his side and moved his hand to her hip after moving to stand directly beside her. He figured his actions came off as a protective and slightly possessive husband that was happy to see his wife yet again and he decided that could be a good cover to ensure they would remain around each other most of the time. He could see that just keeping her arms about his neck was sending an awkward sort vibe into the air and that was the whole reason he had also changed their positioning.

He knew though that Italians were very affectionate and if he was going to complete this act of being a protective husband that kissing on the lips would be needed. Deciding to just go in for the kill, he gently tilted her head up and caressed the side of her jaw before slanting his mouth over hers and delivering the lightest, sweetest kiss before pulling back a few seconds afterwards. It was just long enough to create the image that he had missed her and was savoring the fact they could touch again, but not long enough to be considered awkward enough for onlookers.

"I'd missed not being able to touch you," he whispered softly into the curve of his ear and when he pulled back, the slight flush he had gathered on his cheeks had disappeared. Smiling at her sweetly, he motioned with his hand for the men to lead the way to the elevator and he gently maneuvered her about by the small of her back with only the slightest bit of pressure. He was keeping up his gentlemanly ways even in his new persona.

Smiling at her question, he cleared his throat and waited until both of them were in the elevator and he had managed to press the button to the top floor before opening his mouth to answer. "Well I've heard that there is and you know my dear that I will give into any request you make; you'll hardly even need to pinch my sides to get me submit like you usually do carissima," he teased and shot her a smile while his eyes shimmered in amusement.

Soon the doors were closing and the elevator was moving them to the 30th floor where all the gorgeous pent houses were located, which he noted had lavish balconies that could be seen from the streets, which only were for the upper levels. Even the elevator was one of the most fancy he had seen with golden designs drawn on the mirrors, which were intensive and carefully thought out and contrasted with the lower half that was dark cherry wood. The ringing noise that signified they were on the proper floor and he gently began to lead her to the correct door, not even hesitating to open the door since he was fairly excited to see what NCIS had shelled out for.

Stepping inside, he continued to move inside despite the fact he was so obviously awed by how extensive it was. The theme was a bit darker and they had just walked into a gorgeous sitting room that had a bar off to the side, which contained alcohol and a mini fridge that was probably stocked with the expensive food. The bed that he could catch a glimpse at looked comfortable and he couldn't wait to test out falling asleep in it, but before he could do anymore looking, he had to turn around and tip the guys that were ready to leave. Watching them go, he turned toward her and gave her a wide smile.

"Only the best for my carissima," he stated and made a wave with his hand.

[[ so I based off the suite I found on google, which is here and here is the bathroom because big bathtubs= needed! xD
Of course thought it would match the rest of the motif better and not have those silly shutters; probably won't have windows at all.
&& I figure the balcony can be off the bedroom; it can be a little place in the hotel they can actually talk or something. xD]]

[Cabarette]

xxxxxcurl your upper lip up and let me look a r o u n d

slide your t o n g u e along your bottom lip, then bite downxxxxx

xxxxxand bend your back and ask those h i p s if i can touch

'cause they're the p e r f e c t jumping off pointxxxxx

xxxxxgetting closer to your b u t t e r f l y

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Tony grinned, returning the kiss and enjoying the feel of her hand on his cheek. She was pretty, she was definitely pretty. And he would give her credit for the accent; though he had expected that the person who had been on the case for a while already would be good, she was even better than he had anticipated. That was most certainly a good thing. When he sat down and she wrapped her hands around his, he rather tenderly traced circles on the side of her hand available to him with his thumb, keeping eye contact and nodding along with what she was saying. Being a rather sharp man, Tony did indeed pick up on what she meant. So he was here just to prove that Feliks Petrov existed. Well, maybe not just to prove that he existed, but that was a big part of the reason. Obviously, if she was going to stay undercover long enough to make a difference in the investigation, she would need to have the mob's utmost trust. If they thought that she was lying about even having a husband, that was not a good start. Then again, had she gone in without saying she had a husband, he felt sure that she would not be at the level of trust she was now. A woman nobody knows with no real connection to Russia other than her name and her accent didn't exactly make an awesome first impression.

“I will be thrilled to meet your new friends, dorogoi.” Tony, unlike Cammy, had done his research. He leaned in conspiratorially and winked, his voice lowered so only she could hear it.. “And you know that I will make up my absence to the best of my ability.” It would be easy to think that playing the character when talking quietly or alone was unnecessary, but DiNozzo knew the danger of letting yourself drop character. Someone could always be listening, watching. If NCIS could use radar microphones, there was no reason that the other side couldn't have them as well. The only time that he would even potentially get to speak with Nadya alone would be if he turned the music up in their room just high enough to allow them to whisper. Even then, it would be risky. He hoped there was no occasion for them to need to drop character. He couldn't imagine that they would need to if everything went smoothly.

When the waitress turned to him, Tony flashed one of those award-winning grins. “My wife knows me too well!” He glanced over towards Nadya, though he was actually looking at her drink and cake. Did he want what she was having, or something more substantial? After a moment of thinking, he looked back up at the waitress. He did want some coffee (three sugars, one hazelnut creamer), but with some trouble, he decided against it. There was no such thing as being too safe, and he had not studied the coffee-drinking habits of the Russians, and this was not a situation that would allow him the leeway of saying he had just grown accustomed to it from living in America. He heard his new partner suggest the hot chocolate. Good enough for him. “I will take my wife's suggestion and have what Nadya is having, I think.” The waitress flashed a smile, though it was impossible to tell whether she was smiling at him specifically or at the excited nature of his and Nadya's affection. Normally he would have been thrilled to assume the former, but this particular girl looked like a twelve-year-old, and even if he knew that she was probably eighteen or nineteen, that was just a little too creepy for him. She scampered off to get the same thing a second time.

Realizing he had left his hand out in the middle of the table even though she had already moved on to eating, Tony shifted so his elbow was on the table, his hand supporting his head. He did not come across as looking bored, but instead very interested in whatever was happening around him. What was interesting him at that moment was the hotel where he would be going all too soon. Sure, he was thrilled to get to see the room, and even more thrilled to actually start on the assignment, but there was a certain amount of fear that came with starting any under cover job. That fear was just common sense telling you to keep an eye out, and the little nagging voice that told you 'not to get too comfortable' had saved his a** more than a few times. More importantly, the times he had started to ignore said nagging voice had not ended well. He supposed he should have been glad that the worst that had resulted from throwing caution to the wind was falling in love and getting his heart broken.

The waitress soon returned with a second cup of hot chocolate and slice of cake. Tony muttered a thank you, pulling out his wallet and looking at her expectantly. She seemed to not fully understand for a minute. “The price?” She made a sort of 'oh' face and said she would be right back with the receipt. He just chuckled to himself before taking a rather large bite of the cake. Oh, God. That was the most amazing cake he had tasted in a while, most likely because he didn't get to have cake very often, and his pleasure showed through on his face. Soon after he tasted the hot chocolate and had a similar reaction. “Nadya, we may need to come here again before we leave. It is...” He paused, taking a long sip of the hot chocolate. “Mmm.” As far as he was concerned, that little moan of happiness was all that really needed to be said.

He knew that soon he would need to start catching up on what had been going on before he arrived, and he knew that 'soon', if he did what he knew he should, should really mean 'now', but for right now...Well, he just plain didn't want to. Whether or not there was much of a reason for it, he did practice what he preached, and he often preached that his co-workers should work smarter, not harder.

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[Cabarette]

i gotta get your p r e s e n c exxxxx

l e t ' s make it knownxxxxx

i think you're just so p l e a s a n txxxxx

i would l i k e you for my ownxxxxx

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Cammy was pleasantly surprised at how perfectly he played his character. It wasn't that she didn't have faith in him, she just knew that he was much more reserved than the very special senior agent. Most of the time, she liked that about him; she thought it was endearing how polite and self-conscious he could be. She had just been concerned that those traits would carry over into their little charade. But, as evidenced by the hand on her lower back, her worrying had been for nothing. “Leo, do not be ridiculous. I miss you every second that we are not together.” Eugh, Cammy was even disgusting herself. She was all for the touching and the saying nice things, but there was a point where it became just disgustingly cheesy, and she was getting dangerously close to crossing that line.

He had shifted so they were side by side and his hand was on her hip. Then there was the tilting and the caressing and then they were kissing. There was an initial amount of surprise and discomfort, but she hid it nicely and soon closed her eyes, leaning into the kiss and feeling her stomach kind of flip. His lips were soft, and she had not been expecting that. She would have to either tell him to give her some kind of five-minute notice in the future or else just suck it up and get used to it. She knew that it would need to be the latter option, and she wasn't even going to bother trying to bring it up to him. That would be silly. Besides, the first time was always the worst. Or, y'know, best. Depending on how you chose to look at it. He pulled back, and the whispered comment was enough to bring a blush to her cheeks. At least that was something that could easily effect a wife the same way it did anyone else. She put a hand on his cheek and offered a shy smile before turning back to look ahead of them.

Well, at least there was that limit set now. She had opted to let him lead the way, and the bar was set at a chaste kiss for now. 'For now.' Those words rang in her head, followed soon by the memory of her rather uncomfortable conversation with Tony. She had been sitting perfectly innocently at her desk when he came over and sat on the corner, leaned in and just started to talk. Her greeting from him that morning was 'So, you know you're going to have to fake-sleep with McGeek, right?' She tried to ignore him, but that of course did not stop him. 'Oh yeah. Didn't think about that, huh? It'll be so wonderfully awkward, and probably pretty terrible. You'll have to tell me all about it.' She couldn't help but laugh a little, though she tried to make the point that not all married couples would sleep together. For a long moment, he had just stared at her. 'First of all, how else do you plan to use up time? Second, Italian couples are very affectionate.' He made that purring-growling noise that always made Cammy want to fall out of her chair laughing. 'I should know.'

Coming back to the present, she smiled in a pleased way at Tim's answer to her question. Cammy honestly did love dancing, though she wasn't good at much past your basic slow dance. She could do the snuggling-up-and-moving-your-feet thing, but even after a few attempts at ballroom dancing classes, she just couldn't get a hold on things that were much more complicated than that. Oh, he had whipped out an Italian pet name. Damn it, she hadn't prepared for that really. All she had was 'amore'. At least that was a common enough that it wouldn't seem suspicious. “You are too good to me, amore mio.” She rested her head on his shoulder, staring at the light at the top of the elevator that indicated where in the building they were and comparing it to the button he had pressed. Soon enough, there was a nice 'bing' to accompany the doors opening. She allowed herself to be led to the right door, and as soon as he had opened it, her eyes flew wide open. She stepped in slowly, as though it wasn't real. Dear God.

She stepped forward, running a careful hand over the fabric of the chair nearest to her. She looked around, admiring the windows, the couch, the fresh flowers. Somewhere in this room, there was a camera and a microphone that was picking up her wonder and amazement. That thought put a damper on her excitement over the room. Still, when the men had unloaded the bags and left the room, she turned around and threw her arms around her pretend husband with a bright smile. “Oh, Leo, it's beautiful.” She pecked him on the lips, pleased to find that it did not shake or effect her this time, before turning around to further explore the room. She almost wanted to report all of her findings aloud, but figured it would be best to keep them to herself in this case. Bianca was supposed to stay in rooms like this all the time, right? So even if a little bit of gratitude was fitting enough, acting like a kid in a candy store might not be. Still, she fully enjoyed reporting everything to herself. The bathtub was huge, the mini-bar was fully stocked, and the bed...Oh God.

She laid down, sighing happily. “And this bed! It is more comfortable than ours, bello.” Score one for Cammy on managing to guess at another Italian pet name. She figured that if 'bella' was a common pet name for girls, 'bello' probably worked well enough for boys. She could look it up later. She propped herself up on her elbows, moving so that she could see him and biting her lip. “You should come feel it.” Tony's words reappeared in her mind, but she pushed them away. She was planning on putting off the part of the marriage that Tony seemed to be rather excited about. Of course, he had gone under cover as part of a couple before, so he knew what to do. For now, Cammy just wanted to enjoy this glorious room, the amazingly comfortable bed, and the dinner that would most likely be more delicious than anything she had tasted so far in life. And the dancing. She could not forget the dancing.

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[x__beteNOIRE]

xxx

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you are the ∂ α y ∂ ʀ ε α m in my eyes___
there whenever I ω α к ε up,___
but the colors never c ʀ y s т α ℓ ℓ ι z ε___
&& i can never get ε ɴ σ υ ɢ н___
&& while you к ι s s everybody butм ε ___
i just sit в α c к && ω α т c н___
but on day s σ σ ɴ, i'm gonna ɢ σ ɴ ɴ α grab you___
by the c σ ℓ ℓ α ʀ && к ι s s you all i want!
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The Director had honestly been conflicted about sending her undercover without a partner, but the partner they were going to assign her had been overseas and they would have risked sending them in too late if they didn't do it right away. She had had to reassure him several times that she'd be able to take care of herself and considering she was one of the only agents fluent in not only Russian, but Italian too they had sent her off. Really it had probably worked out for the best that Felicks had been picked as her fake husband since he did appear closer to her age and was attractive or many of the mob people would have probably, she was just guessing, spent their time either hitting on her or accusing her of being a gold digger, which was the last thing she needed honestly. After all of this, she was going to need to give a huge thanks to whatever her real partner's name was.

"Well I now they're be interested to meet you, but I'm worried I'll have to keep those bored housewives away from my sladaste," she murmured and couldn't really help the flush that rose to the apple of her cheeks as his fingers rubbed over the surface of her hand. There certainly was that crackle of chemistry between them and she thought it just didn't just come from the act they were keeping up either though of course she couldn't let that thought be at the forefront of her mind or she'd end up becoming flustered and breaking away from the confident image of 'Nadya'. Leaning closer as he was doing, she paused to c**k her head to the side to make everything appear that much more intimate and even let out a little, soft laugh as if he had made a comment that held a promise of a different kind. "You best, the bed has felt very lonely without your warmth," she purred and even gave him the coy look that foretold of delicious promises.

Just watching that smile he flashed toward the waitress caused her to realize in real life that he was most certainly a player, but she figured that someone who wasn't on an undercover assignment like herself wouldn't really notice. The psychologist that worked for the CIA always prescribed her a few months off after her assignments in fear she'd just either form some type of dissociative identity disorder where she'd just keep up the act or just become overworked from all that time being kept on edge. When she went undercover and had to create a whole different persona where she almost became a perfectionist that tried to cover all possible problems that might come up. It only proofed that even when you took your job too seriously that even then you were punished, which she always felt that being sent away for at least two months after a job was just that.

Broken from her train of thought by the return of the waitress, she flashed her a bright in thanks while watching how Felicks was handling the whole situation. Cupping her cup and bringing it to her lips, she hid the amused smile that came over her features at the girl's slip up, which she had no doubt had to do with the fact her hubby was quite attractive. Pressing her rogue painted lips against the porcelain of the cup, which muffled the amused soft laugh she couldn't help allowing to slip from her lips while she peered at the both of them from her smoky lashes. Drinking the last of the contents, she placed it back down upon its saucer and used the napkin on the table to dap at her mouth, but none of the lipstick she had used had left a mark anywhere.

Breaking off another piece of the moist cake, she faltered as soon as that husky groan made it's way to her ears and caused the tips to flush in reply. "Of course, anything for you," she purred in reply before even realizing how her body seemed to have reacted without thought and she couldn't tell if that was a sign she should take as positive or negative. Putting one last bite into her mouth, she winked at him before chewing and swallowing then moved about to grab all of her items since they were about ready to leave anyways. Covering her eyes with her aviators again, she straightened the cover of her leather jacket and gently took the check from the waitress' fingers as she came over.

"I have to treat my husband for coming home," she explained with a smile since the girl looked a little confused and with a quick glance to the price, she slid a folded bill into the girl's hand and watched her eyes widen in shock at the amount of the tip. "Don't protest please, I know you gave us a discount so be a sweetheart and keep that cash," she stated and watched her flounce off excitedly. After all, it wasn't as if she was buying with her own money in first place; they'd managed to give her some cash as well.

Getting to her feet, she straightened the skirt of her dress and moved to Felicks' side and just began to rub at his shoulders like any affectionate wife would do to their husband that must have been very tired. "Don't rush on account of me, sladaste," she murmured into the shell of his ear before sliding down the keys next to his hand, "I've got to rush to the ladies' room so meet me in back where I've parked the car."

With that, she was pulling back and moving into the interior to fix her appearance and have a few minutes to gather her wits.

[x__beteNOIRE]

“YOU KNOW, I CAN'T SLEEP AT NIGHT FOR TRYING
NEVER DID FEEL THIS WAY BEFORE
NEVER DID GET UP AND WALK THE FLOOR
IF THIS IS LOVE THEN GIVE ME MORE
AND MORE AND MORE AND MORE AND MORE”

"Aaah I am much relieved that I was not the only one in pain," he teased her, which he felt the need to do not only to keep his cover, but also because she had just been incredibly cheesy. He found the cheesy aspect incredibly adorable as well, but he wouldn't admit that to her out loud for quite a while since it would risk their cover and also he had a feeling that she might getting pretty ticked at him. Chuckling beneath his breath, he flashed her a smile that showed he was amused underneath all of it though he hoped that it showed how affectionate he was toward his wife.

After pulling back from the kiss, McGee had taken a few moments to just take in her facial expression and to look deep into her eyes to check if he had made her exceedingly uncomfortable. There was no doubt that he had enjoyed the kiss, but at the same time he had been worrying that he had pushed her into a situation she hadn't been quite happy with even though he knew it was necessary to be affectionate for their cover to succeed. Stroking her cheek with the backs of her fingers as if to soothe her and to apologize, he couldn't help the way he found the flush on her cheeks quite adorable as well and his stomach twisted in way he hadn't felt since his silly little crush on Abby, which by now was long gone.

He figured that chaste kisses were the best for now until they were more settled into their roles, which would not take too much time he believed since they both seemed to be rather well at playing off each other. There was no doubt in his mind that if it came down to acting like lustful teenagers if they were caught snooping that they'd be able to do it no matter how embarrassing it might be to speak of later. He had no doubt that Tony would be better at pulling it off then him, but in the end as long as long as everyone managed to keep their cover up then why did it matter?

Noticing how she seemed to just brighten up the whole room at his compliance to dance, he realized this could be his way of being a gentleman by giving in. He wasn't horrible dancer though he was a bit clumsy at times and he would make sure to do his best to ensure he would be full of grace so that she would have the best time. An adoring sort of smile came across his lips at her excitement and he nodded his head to show he wouldn't go back on his word. "You know that I am not able to turn able to turn away any choice that would make you happy," he murmured and kept her close to his side like any affectionate husband would do before he pressed his lips to her temple in a swift kiss.

After doing his own sweep of the room, his gaze landed on her and he watched her expression blossom into that of awe. He had been through a few penthouses in the past, a few times to check murders and other times just in passing, so he knew the general layout and just how lavish they were. It was a completely new experience to actually be staying in one though and he did make him feel very grateful though he was more interested in seeing how she would react to the whole thing. A bountiful smile spread across his features and he encased her in his arms while keeping her as close as possible, responding to the pressure of her lips against his. This time it seemed a little more natural to him and his stomach didn't twist as much as it did previously though his body did heat it, which he credited to the fact that she had been the one to start it.

Allowing her to explore the room, he took their bags into the bedroom and took a few more seconds to take in everything. "Perhaps we should ask them when we check out if we could buy the bed carissima," he teased before finally moving over to sit on the bed before finally just throwing himself down and letting out a groan at how the down pillows seemed to engulf him with ease. "I think that I shall enjoy having you in my arms again in this bed," he commented with a chuckle, "though you may have to try three times as hard to get me up in the morning since it is far too comfortable."

Reopening both of his eyes, he looked over toward her as a boyish grin overcame his features and he shifted to the side so that his body was facing her completely. "We have a little while until dinner would you like to order a quick snack up to the room? Or perhaps you could relax in the huge tub that you were speaking of. I want you to be as well rested and content as possible for the dinner so you'll allow me to show you off. " Reaching up, he brushed some of her hair out of his face and let out an exhale of air that made him sound extremely relaxed, which was what he was feeling. "I think that I will ending up taking a nap though so I will not be a grump and you will be happy to show me off as well."

Sitting up quickly, he took off his blazer and lazily threw it on the chair that was only a few feet away. He would end up cleaning up after himself later, he decided as he toed off his expensive shoes, and laid back on the bed that called for him to fall asleep.

[Cabarette]

xxxxxcurl your upper lip up and let me look a r o u n d

slide your t o n g u e along your bottom lip, then bite downxxxxx

xxxxxand bend your back and ask those h i p s if i can touch

'cause they're the p e r f e c t jumping off pointxxxxx

xxxxxgetting closer to your b u t t e r f l y

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Tony almost wished he knew who Nadya really was. She was so easy to fluster. It seemed like half of the things he did brought a blush to her cheeks, and he wouldn't mind being around someone like that more often. Of course, he had to admit that many girls when they were first around him had a similar reaction, but over time grew to be friends that couldn't care less. He just liked to think that there was a girl out there somewhere who would never really reach that stage, if only for his own ego. It did give him a slightly bigger head when a girl blushed on his account. Then again, if he really did meet someone who never became immune to his charms, which were also known to the people close to him as 'bullshit', he would likely grow bored with them before a month had passed.

“Nadya, you need not worry, my love. Let them do what they will; I will dismiss them. I only have eyes for you.” He was pretty sure that he was quoting something, but it didn't come to mind just what. Maybe it just sounded so cheesy that he figured it should have been in a movie, and not something his own mind had just invented. The way he looked at her when he spoke easily came across as though he had never said anything so true in his life. If NCIS hadn't worked out, Tony should have been an actor. He was quite convincing as a romantic lead.

He chuckled at her comment regarding the bed, and a grin lingered when she gave him that look. Oh, that was more like it. She wasn't just going to blush and giggle, no. That look promised far more, even if every moment of 'more' was staged so that it only looked real on a camera. He did hope that, somehow, he could develop enough of a friendship with Nadya that they could joke around in character and understand the jokes out. The only reason was for the fake-sex; it was much more fun when you were talking, laughing, just generally enjoying yourself. Much like real-sex, only he was pickier about who his partner was for the fake stuff, and was far less likely to stop caring about who they were and why they were in his bed afterwards. Oh yeah, he was definitely a classy guy.

That was the thing, though. DiNozzo was really a very caring person. He cared about the people he worked with, about his family, about his friends. He would have done anything for them. The one time he had fallen in love, he cared more than words could really say about the girl, but things had, of course, not worked out. Because of this (the only-being-in-love-once, not it-not-working-out), he tended to enjoy flings and one-night-stands. They came with no commitment, no promise, no loyalty. Nothing that would lead to him getting hurt, and he liked that. He had decided sometime after the debacle with Jeanne, probably around the time that he stopped looking suicidal when he came into work, that he had enough people to really truly care about, and didn't need more.

While more than just enjoying his hot chocolate and cake, he watched Nadya talk to the waitress. From the young girl's reaction, he guessed that she had been given a rather generous tip. That got good points for Nadya; it was just a nice thing to do. Whether or not the money was hers was irrelevant, it was the thought that most definitely counted. By the time the waitress had scampered away, Tony sadly looked down to see that both his drink and his cake were gone. The end of a meal was always, always the worst part. Well, unless it was bad food, but that kind of went without saying. He wiped his mouth and poked at the crumbs left on his plate with the fork, trying to move them around into a shape. He certainly amused himself, at least.

Soon Nadya was behind him. He felt her hands on his shoulders and smiled in a pleased way. That actually felt really, really good. Maybe he wasn't as tired as his character was supposed to be, but he was tired enough to justify a good massage. Maybe he would request one upon arriving at the room. He thought for a minute, a frown nearly crossing his face. It would probably need to wait until after dinner tonight. He wasn't sure why, it just felt like waiting would be a better idea. Maybe so Nadya could get used to him being there before he tried to squeeze a back massage out of her. He had that much consideration for the CIA agent standing behind him.

The smile was back on his face as soon as he heard her whisper. Whispers were, in and of themselves, a good thing. He liked them, as most of the time when someone was whispering to him, they were either telling a very important secret (which meant they trusted him), spreading gossip (which meant he had new dirt on someone in the vicinity), or...Well, you could probably guess what his third reason was. Considering how nicely it tied into what was on his mind the rest of the time, it didn't take three attempts to figure it out.

He stood up, turning and kissing her softly on the lips before watching her go and walking across the street to his car. He didn't have all that much luggage, but it was still more than he really wanted to carry from here to there. For a moment, Tony toyed with the idea of going and getting the car, bringing it over here, moving his stuff, and then driving back to the parking lot where it was already, but then decided that to do that would be a new level of lazy, and he refused to drop down to it. And so, with some difficulty, he managed to get all of his things out of the trunk of the car he had arrived in, across the street, and into the trunk of the car he would be leaving in. He walked over so that he could see the first car and pulled out the keys to make sure it was locked. When he pressed the button and the lights flashed an affirmative back at him, Tony did not hesitate to rush over and get in the new car. It was everything he had ever dreamed about, and he planned on learning every single thing it could even possibly achieve before he had to give it up at the end of the assignment.

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[Cabarette]

i gotta get your p r e s e n c exxxxx

l e t ' s make it knownxxxxx

i think you're just so p l e a s a n txxxxx

i would l i k e you for my ownxxxxx

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Cammy caught the look of amusement at her cheesy statement, and just that little grin made her feel much more at ease than she had been only moments ago. For some reason, a glance of the fact that her co-worker was still under there made her feel a little better. It made her remember that she was not in this alone. She could tell that he was uneasy with the constant touching and affection, but knew that other people very likely wouldn't pick up on it. If they did, there were probably a million things that came to their mind before 'he's an under cover federal agent'. She tried to smile in an encouraging way just to show that it didn't bother her, she was open to whatever. She was ready and set to do what needed to be done, whatever that meant.

When she had finally finished exploring the suite and settled on lying next to him on the bed, Cammy turned on her side to listen to him speak. She didn't know if it was the voice he was using or if it was just his voice in general (and she had never noticed), but it lulled her in a pleasant way. It was fortunate that they were playing the parts that they were, as just the sheer good-nature of his personality made her want to cuddle up next to him and watch an old movie. She never got to see that around the office; he always seemed too tense. Maybe tense wasn't the right word, but if it wasn't, Cammy didn't know what was. “That is a nice thought, bello, but the grass is always greener on the other side, yes? So if we bought this bed, I would only tire of it as I have the bed we own already.” She grinned, finding that maybe Bianca would be fun to let out after all. It was just like a play. Just like any of the plays she had been in high school. Only with, y'know, more potential for death.

He suggested a few things for her to do until time for dinner, and all of them were tempting. Taking a bath was especially so. Already, she could imagine sitting in the large tub with enough bubbles to come up to her head. She could spread out and enjoy the warm water until she looked like a flesh-colored prune, maybe read a book or turn on some music. A small part of her still thought it would be best to wait. Her hair was styled, and no matter what she tried to tell herself, she knew that once she immersed herself in those bubbles, it would have no chance of survival. She battled with herself for a moment, finally deciding that the tub could wait. She could enjoy it after dinner was over, at which point there would be no need for her hair to look nice.

With that decision out of the way, she tuned in to what he was saying. “I am glad that you wish to show me off, amore mio. It makes me feel good to know you are so proud.” She closed her eyes while he brushed the hair out of her face, smiling slightly at the brush of his fingers against her skin. It was an odd sensation that she was getting right now. On the one hand, she had herself convinced that she was only pretending to enjoy all of this; he was her co-worker, and that was it. Bianca could feel as much like a high school girl with a crush as she wanted, but Cammy was only faking. On the other, the teeniest, tiniest, littlest bit of her thought that maybe she wasn't completely pretending. He was attractive, that was for sure, and he had always been nice to her, so maybe it wasn't so bad for her to enjoy pretending to be his wife. She sort of hoped that he, like she, was putting enough of himself into the character of Leo that it was almost like really being married to him.

'No.' That was all she had to think. Just no. It did not show on her face, as she was careful not to let it, but it was almost as though Cammy was beginning to get stern with herself. She had never even really been lectured over rule twelve, though she was more than aware of its existence, but Gibbs's voice was playing in her mind, warning her that employee romances never ended well. Besides, this was not an employee romance. She was getting caught up in the fact that she hadn't been with anyone in a while, and so everything made her act like the aforementioned school girl. That was that. No more thinking about it.

She turned her attention back to Tim, and he said something about being a 'grump'. She couldn't help it. She started to giggle. Soon it was almost full laughter, laughter at everything. More than anything, she kind of thought that it was just the nerves that had built up inside of her coming out, all of it triggered by hearing him say the word 'grump'. Finally she calmed down, glad to be able to breath again, and moved over closer to him. She picked up his arm, moving it to the side so that she could fit nicely between it and his torso, then rested her head on his shoulder and her hand on the center of his chest. Her breathing was still slightly heavy, but it was in a very good way. “Forgive me, love, I seem to have been caught by a case of...Oh, what is the word?” She bit her lip, tracing circles around the buttons of his shirt absentmindedly. “The giggles. Yes. A case of the giggles.” She laughed a little bit more, although much more quietly this time. It had been too long since she had laughed like that, or at least it felt like too long to her. Maybe she just needed to watch more comedic movies and think less about what thoughts would cause Gibbs to lecture her.

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Handsome men that had come with a side of confidence that bordered on cockiness had always attracted her and managed to cause her to blush quite easily so there was no doubt she was ever going to get used to that. All of her boyfriends had held that same air except for her first and they'd managed to coax her cheeks to turn magenta at least once a day, which each of them had considered a goal they had to meet for whatever reason. It was just that boys that leaned more toward the conceited side didn't have a problem taking what they wanted or saying what they felt at the moment, which always made her squirm in delight.

"You best keep to your sweet words," she teased and leaned across the table to cup his face, "but it's alright I have bought a dress that will ensure your eyes will only be on me." Leaning across the table, she captured his mouth with hers and even allowed it to get a bit passionate, but pulled back as if suddenly realizing they were in public. A flush overcame her cheeks, which in reality had to do with the fact she was feeling heated and pleasant from his lips beneath hers, though she figured to onlookers it would be embarrassment for forgetting they were in a public place.

The flush didn't have time to go away since she was torturing herself by rubbing at his broad shoulders that made her feel weak in the knees. One of the things she always looked for in a man was the sort of shoulders that he held, which she couldn't explain, but at least she was behind him so that he wouldn't have to view the fact her cheeks were still infused with blood though she figured he had a hunch. She had no more time to compose herself after she had made her excuse of getaway before he was up and pressing his lips against hers. Automatically her hand reached up to stroke at the side of his jaw as he registered his lips against, she pulled back after it was done to look him over behind the safety of her glasses before making her way to the bathroom with an extra sort of sway to her hips.

Once inside the private bathroom, which was meant to be for families only, she locked the door and leaned against the tiled wall while taking a few moments to completely to just allow a little bit of a freak out. Everything had happened very quickly and she was just allowing her mind to process everything for a few seconds in a place that was relatively safe.

A soft sort of laugh fell from her lips as she remembered the corny line that had fallen from her lips and she shook her head before pushing her aviators back onto her head. She actually did began to rummage through her bag, which wasn't that large in the first place, and find her make up kit before she went through the process of refreshing her make up for something to do rather then anything else. After her eyeliner, mascara, and cherry red lipstick had been reapplied, she took the time to fluff up her hair yet again and then straightened her dress before unlocking the door to the bathroom and offering an apologetic smile to a father waiting there with his two younger children before moving to the side door that would make it that much quicker to get outside.

Squinting at the sudden onslaught of sun, she dropped her shades back over her eyes where they were meant to be and made her way back toward where the car was parked. At the sight of the car and her fake husband in it, she couldn't help the way her lips curved up at his childlike joy toward the car, which she knew she had expressed the same way a few days prior. Knocking on the window as not to startle him, she opened the door and slid inside before closing the door behind her before pressing a kiss to the area directly beneath his earlobe in greeting.

"Let us get back to the hotel so you can relax a little bit before we have to socialize tonight," she stated tenderly before pulling back to sit in her seat and buckled her seat belt in signal for him to drive. Leaning her head against the head rest, she felt her eyes close behind her glasses and for the first time in days felt relaxed enough to really close her eyes. It was just a relief to know that even she was still going to be underneath surveillance 24/7 that now she had someone to watch her back and she had no doubt she was going to be able to sleep well that night.

Adjusting her comfortable jacket, she shifted on the seat and allowed her head to sort of roll toward the window while her eyes fought to stay open as she looked out the window. It wasn't as if the ride was that long anyways and to fall asleep in front of her fake hubby right now would be silly.

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“YOU KNOW, I CAN'T SLEEP AT NIGHT FOR TRYING
NEVER DID FEEL THIS WAY BEFORE
NEVER DID GET UP AND WALK THE FLOOR
IF THIS IS LOVE THEN GIVE ME MORE
AND MORE AND MORE AND MORE AND MORE”

Honestly McGee figured that without a little bit of humor throughout the whole situation would make it more bearable in the end for all of them and it would make everything feel ordinary after they had to get back to their normal lives, which hopefully wouldn't be too awkward. He had no doubt that there would be just as many moments spread throughout their time together that they would talk of, which would be just as memorable, yet at the same time they would hold different emotions to them that at times they wouldn't want to dwell on and perhaps in the end that was his real reason for wanting to make as many silly comments in this facade they were keeping up. Her smile broke him from his train of thoughts and caused a swell of something akin to adoration in his chest, though he wasn't going to take the time to really figure out what it was at that moment.

Running his fingers through his hair, which he'd opted to to leave longer and just pushed back from his face, he let out another contented sigh that was building up within his chest before smiling over toward her. "Carissima, you are far too wise; I am glad I have you to keep my head connected to my body," he stated in a manner that showed only the utmost adoration for his wife though, of course, it also held a joviality of a husband that held too much money who would do waste it all to keep her by his side though he knew it wasn't needed. "In the end, the only reason any of the beds we opt to sleep in are so comfortable, in reality, is because you are by my side. I think this one might just be so overwhelmingly comfortable is really because we are both together again." He shot her a secretive smile since he figured that he had topped her previous cheesiness. There was no doubt it would be fun to make a contest of being too sugary sweet to one another, but at the same time they had to make sure that they were still coming off as a realistic couple.

Stretching out like a cat, McGee allowed his body to fall back against the comforter that was silky to the touch and he turned his head to glance at the covered windows. Frowning for a few seconds, he noticed that a balcony was behind it and toyed with the thought that perhaps they might be able to sneak out onto it and speak normally. The sounds of traffic weren't that many at this time of day so he couldn't tell if the door was soundproof, but if it was then it would be to their advantage to make see if it was and also to check if a mic was on the other side since he figured putting a camera there would be worthless.

At the sound of Cammy's voice, his trail of thought was broken and he turned his gaze to her instead and offered her a gentle smile in return. "Of course I am! You are my greatest treasure, Bianca," he completed and even took the moment to push himself up and hover over her delicate frame then dropped a kiss to her lips since it just seemed like the right thing to do. He figured that by acting on his instincts when it came to the romantic aspect would end up aiding him considering that he was pretty affectionate when he was captured by a female and it wasn't as if kissing his partner was anything he had to force himself to do and found it was only becoming easier.

Dropping back down onto the bed, in an attempt to hide the way he had become a bit flustered, he cleared his throat and allowed his eyes to close as he forced his heart to return to its normal resting rate. Seconds later though, his eyes were reopening and both of his brows shot up in question at the sound of her giggles that bounced off the walls and made him want to respond in kind though he only grinned widely at the picture of cuteness she had managed to form. "The giggles? Well I cannot be upset at you for expressing yourself in the most adorable manner,/color]" he stated and allowed her to slide against his body and he wasted no time in wrapping his arm about her to keep her as close as possible.

After that display, it seemed that the last thing on his mind was now going to be able to fall asleep and he shifted her closer to his frame before placing a kiss to her temple before finally taking the time to get out of bed. "I did not realize that the time was off in my head; we have less time to relax then I thought," he announced as his excuse and offered her a smile before moving to grab the garment bag that contained his Hugo Boss Tuxedo that he would need to don for the evening. "We need to start getting prepared if we don't want to appear rude by coming late," he commented and hung the bag from the back of the bedroom door and unzipped the front of it.