A/N: For Intro, please see Every Day Thoughts January.
Every Day Thoughts September
Sep 1
Where you have friends you should not go to inns. – George Eliot
Tony scanned the squad room as he walked through it. Good. Gibbs, Ziva and the Probie were all in.
He needed help and quickly. And although he was used to depending on his teammates to watch his back in the field, he wasn't sure they would help him with this. It wasn't illegal or immoral or any other fancy words the McGeek could come up with. It was… personal.
"Good morning," he greeted them cheerily, a huge grin on his face.
As usual, Gibbs ignored him, McGee glanced over from his computer for half a second before returning to his work, and Ziva simply asked, "Good night last night?"
He didn't bother to answer. "My apartment's being fumigated. Any chance of staying with someone?"
Ziva rolled her eyes. "You are a pig," she replied.
"For asking that question?" he checked. "Because the last time you needed to stay with someone you announced it to the squad room as well –"
"No, a pig in general," she corrected him. "I do not want you to trash my apartment. Find someone else."
"McGee?" he tried, turning around and facing the geek.
"My sister's staying the weekend," came the reply. McGee's eyes did not leave his computer screen. "Sorry."
"Gibbs?" he asked in desperation.
A glare was his answer.
Tony nodded to himself. "I probably shouldn't have almost burnt your boat down last time," he admitted. "I'm going to talk to Abby!"
"Her apartment flooded," McGee recalled. "She's staying with the nuns."
"What about Ducky?!" Tony was beginning to worry.
"At the medical examiner's conference," Ziva added.
"The Director then," Tony concluded.
The glare he received from Gibbs made him take a step back.
"Not the Director then," he declared.
"Go to a hotel," Ziva sighed. "It would be easier on everyone."
Tony ran his fingers through his hair. There had to be someone in the whole building who would take pity on him…
