The day had started off like any other, except this day was lacking any kind of enthusiasm from the NCIS agents. The last day all of them had had off was on Christmas, and it was just typical that this year, Easter was late. The long, paperwork-filled days made Easter seem like light years away.

The soft spring sun was inching its way through the clouds, ones which seemed like they threatened rain, but the soft golden rays managed to hold back that unavoidable downpour for now. The huge windows to Tony's left filtered the light, making it perfect working conditions. The paperwork on his desk seemed to cover the entire wooden surface and it was at times like these where he regretted those few nights off he'd chosen over this written chore. It had been maybe been two hours since his effort-filled ascent out of bed, and his wrist felt like it was about to fall off with all the writing he had completed. However, despite the early morning hours, pages of tedious writing and mountains more to start, the smile which danced across his lips had managed to stay put throughout.

This had not gone unnoticed by the Israeli assassin who sat opposite the Italian agent. "Something…pleasing you, Tony? Memories of last night?" Her big brown eyes stayed focused upon her own paperwork but the small hint of a tease slipped through in her slightly accented voice.

Hearing Ziva's voice break the silence which had seemed to accumulate, Tony looked up, his smile seeming to widen, "Firstly, thank you for insinuating I still have my way with women, and secondly, yes, something is very…pleasing, to use your word."

"Not a woman, hm?" She questioned in reply.

The Senior agent considered his answer, "A little bit…"

A confused look slipped across the Israeli's features as she processed her partner's answer, "A little? I do not follow…"

A small chuckle slipped past Tony's lips, her confusion becoming very satisfying all of a sudden, "You'll see, Zi. You'll see." His soft green eyes glanced over to the ex-Mossad officer, a small sigh of happiness leaving his mouth.

With a small shake of her head, Ziva returned her focus back to the small amount of paperwork she had left to do. As she wrote the last few sentences of her report, she leant down to her bottom drawer, pulling it open in order to retrieve her stapler. For the second time in ten minutes, her eyes squinted in confusion as her vision laid upon a small post-it note which was stuck to the bottom of her drawer. Peeling it off the surface, she sat back up straight and read it;

"Ziva, be at…" That was all that was written, but with a small picture of what looked like a decorated egg in the bottom left corner. This concept was alien to the Israeli native, and being surrounded by Americans, surely they'd know. "Tony, McGee…What is this?" She held up the note, pointing to the child-like drawing.

"It looks like an Easter egg." McGee stated, looking across the bull pen, grateful for the break, even if it was only for a moment.

"An Easter egg? What is that?" Ziva questioned, still not used to this seemingly American tradition.

Tony chuckled, taking the opportunity to lean back in his chair, propping his feet up on the edge of his desk, "An Easter egg, little ninja, is a small chocolate egg which we adults usually give to kids on Easter. Sometimes we'd hide them and there'd be like some sort of trail that they follow. Think "Hansel and Gretl" but with chocolate."

The analogy helped Ziva understand the concept, but not why there was a random note stuck to the bottom of her drawer, "So…somebody expects me to follow a trail of these?"

DiNozzo shrugged his shoulders, "Perhaps. Welcome to an American Easter there, Zee-vah." A cheek grin slipped across his lips as he crossed his fingers against the back of his head, leaning back slightly further. He tried his best not to laugh as he watched his partner get up from her desk, cross the bullpen, as if she was about to leave, "Woahh, Zi! Where you goin'?"

"Follow the trail. I want to know who left this note!" Ziva said, as if it was completely obvious. Besides, she could do with the break. Unlike her Italian partner, she had been there since 5am.

Rather than argue, Tony simple smiled his classic DiNozzo smile, and let his eyes watch her as she left on her Easter egg finding mission. Once Ziva was out of sight, the senior agent pulled open his own drawer, pulled off the top post-it note off the orange coloured pile, stood up and headed over to Ziva's desk. He surveyed the surface, trying to find somewhere hidden to hide it. Turning around, he bumped his hip against the scanner. Lifting the lid, he pressed the sticky side against the bottom side of the device, reading it once more;

"…Apartment 12, 34th Street at…" He knew Ziva had been to his apartment before, but this was 3 floors too low. What was a small hike up three floors? The day had only just begun and the hunt had also begun.