Monday Morning
'So McGeek, how was your weekend?' Tony's eyes slid sideways to observe McGee as they travelled up to work in the lift. 'Oh you know same old, same old' Tim replied with a smile, still pleased with how his present had been received.
Ziva standing on the other side on McGee leaned back and grinned at Tony behind McGee back. 'Really McGee?' Ziva politely enquired. 'No plans at all over the ENTIRE weekend?' There was something in the way she was asking the question but Tim couldn't tell what it was. He was sure whatever it was would be made clear to him later so he didn't worry about it.
"Well I wrote a little, answered some fan mail, signed off on some German release cover artwork, got groceries, spent some time on my computer, had a couple of people over Sunday. You know stuff.'
'Nothing exciting then?' Ziva continued to dig while Tony shut his eyes tight not really wanting to know but still being unable to resist.
'Well I did have to go plead my case in front of the Tenants Board. A complaint was laid against me, again and they asked me to explain my actions. But I think I have it sorted out now.'
'And what sort of complaint was that, McGee? I would have thought you would be the perfect tenant. I mean you aren't really even at home much.' Ziva's eyes gleamed and she moved in for the kill.
'Actually I have had some noise complaints laid against me by a couple of the neighbours. Well I do try and keep it down, but you know. It happens.'
Tim sighed as he thought about the new, almost silent paper shredder he had brought at some ridiculous expense just so he could work at night, when the late hours after a difficult case would keep him awake. He had received it via special delivery Sunday evening and already had it set up next to his desk.
Really? You're noisy? Exactly how many complaints have they received? Surely not many? Ziva leaned in encouraging Tim to talk.
'Two hundred and sixty two apparently, over the last six months. I'm lucky they haven't asked me to leave. But I think after Sunday night I have it all sorted.' Tim smiled and stepped out of the elevator leaving Tony and Ziva staring open mouthed after him.
'Did he say TWO HUNDRED and SIXTY TWO??????
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