Sorry so short but I needed a filler chapter.
He worked steadily for an hour, clearing up a lot of the weekly paperwork. Since the dressing down he gave Ziva the day before the bullpen was oddly quiet. Even McGee didn't say anything, not wanting to experience the wrath of either Gibbs or DiNozzo.
"Gibbs who do you know in Miami that owes you a favor?"
Gibbs looks up "Coffee run?"
"Yeah with a little something extra."
He spends the next ten minutes making arrangements for a delivery to be made to Penelope and her team.
Smiling to himself he continues with his work hoping that no new cases come in, he still has the paperwork from yesterday's arrest to contend with along with everything else that needs to be done.
Hearing Ducky's voice he puts his pen down and waits for the ME to come to him.
"Anthony, I find myself with some free time. I came to check on your injury from yesterday."
"No need Ducky, thank you anyway. It was only a sprain and five stitches."
"That should have been avoided." Ziva grumbles.
He knew it was coming so did Gibbs. They had talked about it last night while they were eating. He starts to stand only to be glared at by Gibbs, so he hums and picks up his pen again.
"McGee, put the crime scene photos on the plasma. The one I want to see is where DiNozzo tackled the SGT."
"Yes Boss." McGee relies quickly.
"Ducky look here, you were lucky that only DiNozzo needed stitches and only the five you gave him."
"Oh my goodness, I see." Ducky says as he sees the small grassy lot filled with broken glass and other rubbish. "Very lucky indeed. If you need more pain medication come see me Anthony. And please try and elevate during your lunch break."
"Thanks Ducky, I will." Tony promises.
It was just after two in the afternoon when his cell rings. "DiNozzo." he answers out of habit.
"I've only got a few minutes. But thanks for the coffee for my team, for the tea and for the delicious dark chocolate muffin. I had it for a late morning break."
"Did it help?"
"Help? How can a muffin help."
"Dark chocolate is suppose to help release endorphins. You know, to help you feel better." He explains.
She can't help but smile it has been along time since someone other than her team members did something nice for her. "Yes it helped, thank you, and thank Gibbs for me too."
"Gibbs? Why him?"
"I assumed it was him that helped you, the delivery man was in a Marine uniform. He was very nice and he gave me his number with a message that if I needed anything to call him."
"You're right and I'll tell him. How much longer to you think you'll be there?"
"No idea I just started to go through all of the CCTV, and the agents have a ton of evidence to go through."
"I take it there are no leads yet?"
" Not yet. Are you okay you sound tired?"
"I'm fine I took a tumble yesterday, I had to tackle a suspect ended up with a few stitches and a sprain, but I'll be fine in a week."
"Enjoy your date with Gillian tonight."
"I didn't tell you that I had a date tonight, did I?"
"No, she did. She told me you always go out to eat on Wednesday."
"Well in that case I'll be home after nine. You can call me if you want."
"I'll keep it in mind. Be careful, will you James. I like having you around."
"You too."
"I'm always careful remember I told you that. I haven't had to leave the office at all and it looks like all my work will be done here in the station. What can happen surrounded by a house full of armed cops?"
"Famous last words. See you later Moneypenny." He says then closes the call after she says good bye too.
He stands and goes over to Gibbs and hands him a bunch of folders waiting to be forwarded after Gibbs signs them.
"She says to thank you for sending the Marine and for the offer to help."
"Nothing much gets passed her I take it?"
"No, not anymore. Working with the main team doing what she does, she wouldn't survive if it did. Their closure rate is the same as ours."
"I knew I liked them, even if they are FBI." Gibbs tells him then drinks some coffee to hide his smile. "But I have to agree with Rossi on some things."
"Is that a 'Marine thing', you guys agreeing on things?"
Tony asks only to be answered with a glare. That in turn, makes Tony laugh as he moves back to his desk.
