Chapter 1
Ziva David rolled her eyes at Tony's stupidity once again. He had managed to get himself struck down with a cold within the last week. Ziva herself had not been around when he had contracted the plague, but she knew how bad it had been from explicit stories shared in the NCIS café.
Tony had somehow managed to damage his vocal cords and lymph nodes for what Ducky had called maybe a month and a half…maybe more, which meant he was confined to desk work with every agent's best friend…cold cases.
Ziva had been chosen to watch him to make sure he would follow through on his promise not to talk. She herself had been confined to desk work with Tony and they were temporarily replaced by Probies.
Ziva watched Tony go over the files and look up once or twice at her and smile. She had just looked down to do one of her files when she was hit with a piece of paper. She looked up and saw Tony had written something on the mini chalkboard Ducky had given him to communicate with.
"I'm bored." It read.
"So what?" Ziva asked.
Tony quickly scribbled something else onto the board and held it up with a smile.
"Draw with me…?" it read.
And so it began….