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Agent McGee was sitting at his desk at NCIS. Thankfully, there wasn't a case right now, because he agreed to pick up an old friend from the airport. He hadn't seen Professor Eppes in a long time, though they talked on the phone once in a while, as well as the occasional email. The guy was a genius; there was no doubt about it. It was rather funny, to be honest; a very smart math guy working for the FBI being friends with a computer geek working for NCIS. It was like a really bad TV show. Looking at the time on his computer, he realized he should call Charlie and make sure that he still needed to be picked up. Gibbs wasn't there right then, and Tony and Ziva were doing paperwork. He grabbed his work phone and dialed the number. "Charlie Eppes."

"Hey Charlie, its Tim. It's alright, getting a little chilly though. Yeah, you should probably grab a coat. I was just calling to make sure that you still needed a ride from the airport. It's no problem." Then he laughed. "Charlie if you flight was delayed; I think I'd know about it, wouldn't I? I'll see you in a few hours," he agreed, and hung up. He looked up at his two confused teammates.

Tony, of course was the first to break the silence. "Got a hot date this weekend, McSmooth? I mean, Charlie could be short for Charlotte, unless you swing the other way, which I suppose isn't a problem if you're into that sort of thing…."

"Tony," McGee said warningly. "No, it's not a girl. His name is Dr. Charles Eppes, an old friend of mine from MIT. I haven't seen him since I joined NCIS. Apparently he's made a name for himself at the FBI in LA. He's coming in for a week; I told him I'd show him around. If I bring him here," he started, sending a glare to Tony, "I expect you will behave?"

Ziva laughed. "I will make sure he behaves, McGee. And I am glad that you are seeing an old friend. You really have not seen him in that long?" she asked, knowing how long her friend had been with the agency.

Tim frowned. "No, we've talked though. Phone calls and emails are nice, but I'll be happy to see him again. We talked after his mom died, and he called after Kate."

Tony looked up, shocked. "Why would he call after Kate died? He never met her, did he?" Tony was getting a little alarmed.

McGee shook his head. "No, he never met her. Apparently, he heard that a person on the team got killed and was worried that it might have been me, so he was calling to make sure I was alive."

Ziva smiled. She thought that it was a good thing that her teammate had someone who cared like that. "That sounds like a good friend, even though you have not spoken recently."

Tim nodded, and the three got back to work. It was a slow day; they had closed a case the day before, and had mountains of paperwork to prove it. But McGee had approved it with Gibbs and with Director Shepard that he leave early to pick up Charlie.

He looked up, and before he knew it, it was time to leave for Ronald Regan Airport, which was a pain during rush hour, hence him leaving so early. "Alright, boss, I'm headed out."

"Drive safe, McGee. Have that report on my desk tomorrow," Gibbs said, not lifting his head from the file he held.

McGee drove through traffic, and was glad he'd thought to leave early. When he was a few minutes out, he double checked that the flight had not been delayed, and was glad that it hadn't. He pulled up to a parking spot, and looked around for a familiar face. He smiled when he saw Charlie, who really hadn't changed much in five years. He waved him over, popping the trunk for the duffle, knowing that Charlie wouldn't let the laptop case out of his sight.

"Agent McGee," Charlie greeted with a grin of his own.

"Professor Eppes." Then he laughed. "It's good to see you, Charlie."

"You too, Tim." The two got into the car and took off. "How's life at NCIS treating you?" he asked.

"It's been alright. I really like the team. Well, for the most part," McGee said, hoping that Tony would keep from putting his foot in his mouth if he gave Charlie a tour of NCIS. He couldn't wait to see his friend's reaction to Abby.

"What do you mean?" Charlie asked.

"Well, let's see," he mumbled, trying to remember anything he'd told Charlie the last time they'd spoken. "Did I tell you we replaced Kate?"

Charlie nodded slightly. "Yeah, you weren't sure to make of her. She's Israeli, right?"

"That's right," Tim said, shocked that Charlie remembered. "Her name's Ziva David, and let me tell you something; the woman is lethal. Kind of scary until you get to know her. She was an assassin for Israeli intelligence; her father is the Director of Mossad."

Charlie turned in his seat to stare at McGee. "You mean she's that David?" he demanded.

McGee turned to stare at his friend as well. "What do you mean?"

"I know that Eli David has a daughter, and I've heard all kinds of crazy stories, but I never thought that he would let his daughter be a liaison to an American agency."

McGee was thinking at warp speed: his specialty. "Wait, how do you know Director David?"

Charlie shifted slightly. "Tim, I have high security clearance. Actually, it's more like stratospheric clearance. I know the heads of most intelligence agencies around the world. David is certainly not my favorite, but I've met worse," he said diplomatically. In truth, he'd met Ziva once, though he doubted she'd remember him. He really didn't like Eli after seeing how he treated his daughter, as though she was just another expendable agent.

"Wow," was all Tim could say. "It sounds like we have a lot to catch up on."

Charlie laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "That is, unless you get called out on a case, right? Trust me; I've worked with the FBI enough to know that you never have an idea when a case will come."

Tim grinned. "That's true. We just finished a case yesterday, though, so we may have a break for a bit, long enough for me to show you around."

"Knock on wood," Charlie said with a smile. He had brought plenty to keep him busy just to be on the safe side, though he hoped that he got to spend some time with Tim. Who knows, maybe if there was a case, he could help out on it. It had been a while since he'd been stuck on the sidelines during a case.

Most of the trip was spent in silence until they pulled up to the hotel. "So, do you have dinner plans for tonight?" he asked.

Tim shook his head. "Figured I'd see if you had jet lag and wanted to go somewhere. Papa Dons has great pizza if you are interested."

Charlie nodded. "Sounds great, though I wouldn't mind a chance to shower and change. If you give me the address, I can meet you there in say, an hour and a half," he offered, and Tim accepted. The two parted ways, and Charlie checked in, then went upstairs.

As soon as he'd closed the door and collapsed onto the bed, he grabbed his cell, and dialed the familiar number.

"Eppes," his brother's usual response greeted him.

"Eppes as well," Charlie joked.

"Hey Chuckles," Don greeted, and laughed at what he knew his brother's face probably looked like at that moment. "How's DC?"

"Cold," Charlie responded. "I just got to the hotel, so I haven't been out yet, but Tim suggested a pizza place nearby that is apparently pretty good, so we'll go out in a little while. How's the case going?" he asked.

"It's going alright. Still have a few leads to run down, but the list you gave us helped out a lot. Hopefully we'll have this one wrapped up in a few days."

Charlie smiled. "I hope so. Let me know what happens with it, alright?"

"What, DC doesn't have enough action for you, you have to keep up the LA drama?" Don teased.

"Jerk. You know that I have to hear how the cases turn out," Charlie protested with a smile.

"I know. Listen, I have to get back to work, but I'll call as soon as I know something, okay?" he asked.

"Sure thing, Don. I'll talk to you soon." He hung up, then stood and grabbed his shower things.