Authors note
Just a quick starter to wet your metaphorical palettes
McGee sat at his desk, head in his hands darkening the air with his mood.
"McGoo, what's the matter?" Tony's gentle worrying is meet with a wall of silence and as Tony turns his questioning eyes to Ziva she shrugs in shared confusion. The pair have no time to ponder their friends clear unhappiness as the boss' gruff voice sounds behind them, amplified by the cool edges of the elevator, "Gear up, dead petty officer in Quantico; MOVE."
TBC