Chapter 2

Well it's more like a little added extra – funny.

Tony strolled into the bullpen, again singing. Kate let out an unforgiving groan, "Really? Are we going to go through this again?"

A childish nod came from Tony, followed by a glare from Gibbs. Tony laughed to himself, then joked, "No Miley Cyrus, Boss – I promise."

Kate came up behind him and elbowed him, "Watcha singing now?"

Tony sarcastically stroked an imaginary beard, "And you can tell everybody this is your song, it may be quite simple but now that it's done, I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words…how wonderful life is while you're in the world."

"That was real sweet, Dinozzo – and manly," Kate laughed - his singing was surprisingly okay.

"Do it like a brother, do it like a dude, grab my crotch – wear my hat low like you," Tony broke into song again, dancing too (with actions.)

"Wow – I don't know what is next. I'm nervous," Kate teased.

Tony paused at this, "Umm. I cut my nails and I quiver my thumb, I'm real nervous 'cause it sure is fun. Come on baba, you drive me crazy - goodness gracious great balls of fire!"

"You have talent," Kate finally said, "In a weird disturbing way – your singing wasn't too bad and you know quite a lot of lyrics and one moment you sing like a girl the next moment you're singing 'great balls of fire'."

"Thank you, thank you very much," Tony drawled in his best Elvis voice.

"Oh, and you can do Elvis!"

After Work

"So we meet again," Kate spied Tony as he habitually ran through the bullpen and grabbed his coat.

"So we do," Tony paused and smiled at Kate. He came over and hit her on her lower back.

"Hey!" Kate exclaimed, spinning round.

"Kate? I like big buts and I cannot lie, you other brothers can't deny – when a girl walks in with an itty-bitty waist with that round thing in your face you get sprung!" Tony rapped head bopping to the song.

"I'm flattered, really," Kate said, plainly but sarcastically.

"I'll sing more…" Kate ignored Tony as he followed her like a puppy towards the lift still singing, "wanna pull out your tough, 'cause you notice that butt was stuffed. Deep in the jeans she's wearing, I'm hooked and I can't stop staring. Oh baby, I wanna get with you and take your picture…"

Tony kept singing until the elevator doors closed and all you could hear was the high and low pitches until, thwack, "Shut up, Tony!"