Feb 10
People don't have to like or support you, so you always have to say thank you.
Ruben Studdard, Seventeen Magazine, September 2003
Ziva David glared at the printer as it ever so slowly attempted to print the last few pages of her report. The 'replace toner now!' button flashed dangerously and she bit back a curse. She just needed it to co-operate for a moment longer…
As usual, it was Tony's fault. Despite Gibbs' issues with technology, only Tony could manage to accidently print every single one of his emails for the last six months. Luckily McGee had not been around or he would have been yelling at Tony. Ziva did not want her headache to get any worse.
It had been a paperwork day. Sometimes it was nice when people were not killing each other, but occasionally she longed for a spree killing or serial killer. Especially when Tony overdosed on sugar. He really was like a small child at times.
Her partner had thankfully disappeared, hopefully having finished his paperwork – Gibbs had ordered no one to leave until all their recent cases were written up and on his desk. She just had to print this darn report, sign it multiple times and dump it somewhere Gibbs would find before she would be free.
Finally finished, she grabbed her rucksack and hurried to the elevator before Gibbs could appear and find something else for her to do. The doors were closing as she made a run for it…
A hand reached out from inside the elevator and held the doors open just enough for her to slip through. "Tony. Toda."
"Why are you thanking me?" he asked, confused. "It's common courtesy."
She shook her head in frustration and they continued their journey in a comfortable silence.