They all sat at their desks, half-heartedly wondering what was ensuing on the floor that sat above their heads. Soon enough, Gibbs bounded down the stairs. He was walking fast, and powerfully.
"What's up Boss?" Tony asked.
Alas, not to his surprise, he did not get an answer. Gibbs left then, not saying a word to any of them. They continued on throughout the day doing their paperwork.
The World Spinning, thought McGee in his read. It was from a book he read once, a magnificent book, a book that he thought of on days like this. The days where you realize how many things are going in the world, how many people there are, and how impossible it is to know or imagine all of them. What was Gibbs doing? Where did he go, and why didn't he tell them? He did not know the answers, but he kept doing what he was doing while Gibbs went on to do what it was he was doing. The world was just spinning thought McGee, just like it kept on doing in that novel, things just turning. Over, and over again. We stumble on, he remembered. The character saying We stumble, it is enough. Is it enough, he thought? For all of us?
Weather it was, weather he could answer these questions, the world would just keep spinning, time would go one, people would grow old. The constant on-going of this cycle, he was thinking to himself, the consistency of movement he though, that is what it enough. And sure enough, just as he finished this thought, Gibbs returned through the elevator doors.
"Had to run to CGIS" he said, and the rest Tony couldn't focus on. Something about another ship to Somalia, another issue the same as the one they encountered before, but the ship was really brought down this time, no survivors he said, they wouldn't go to Somalia again, not this time. Tony wasn't following, the words ship and Somalia were enough to steal his train his thought-to bring it back to times that were bitter sweet to him, much like the current day itself.
The day was long, mountains of paperwork on desks, many thoughts got thought, memories remembered, the present slipped away-layered under all of these things, all of the moments that existed and ceased to exist at all the same time, like the sun, but with a cloud in front of it.
Eventually it became time to return home, and Tony got ready and left the office. He was walking down the stairs to the parking garage, when he noticed something was in his pocket. He reached his hand into the side pocket of his suit pants and realized that he had taken the Star of David necklace with him without even realizing.
The rest of the night was normal.