Tony glanced towards Ziva's desk. Even if he'd rather die than admit it, he was totally worried about his co-worker. She had been absent from work for three days now. Tony shot his watch an impatient glare.

"I'm knocking off! Boss, probie have a nice weekend." He practically jumped up and disappeared into the elevator before Gibbs had any chance to protest. Tony was a man with a mission.

Ziva let out an annoyed groan when she heard the doorbell. If this was another door-to-door salesman who wanted to foist something on her she'd strangle him with the tube of the damn vacuum cleaner. She took a surprised step back when she saw Tony, who carried two paper bags full of groceries at her door.

"DiNozzo? What the fuck are you doing here?" asked Ziva with a hoarse voice. She was never sick. She just hated the american weather. Tony gave her his patented killer smile.

"I'm checking on you. You are very lucky to get a "Minstrone รก la DiNozzo", served and prepared by me." He pushed past her and went to the kitchen.

As Ziva closed the door behind him she couldn't help but smile a little. Maybe a cold had it's vantages as well.