Desk Duty

Jenny's POV

"Special Agent Gibbs, may I have a word with you?" I asked, standing next to the railing in the loft. Jethro was down below in the bullpen getting ready to smack Tony on the back of the head for something he had said. Jethro looked up at me and then walked around and came up the stairs.

"You called for me, Jen?" Jethro said with the smirk on his face that he always reserved for me.

"With two of your agents on desk duty, you have one of two options," I said. Jethro raised his eyebrows at me.

"Oh really?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "Option one; you take two agents temporarily from the night team to help work crime scenes. Option two, your entire team will be assigned to cold cases until Tony or Ziva or both are cleared for work."

"That's not necessary, Jen," Jethro said.

"Oh and why is that?" I asked, folding my arms in front of me.

"Because Tony was cleared to work this morning by Dr. Pitt," Jethro said as he walked back down the stairs. All I could do was watch him go.

Tony's POV

"What did the Director want?" I asked as Gibbs came back into the bullpen.

"DiNozzo, if she wanted you to know what she said to me, she would have invited you too," Gibbs said as he sat down behind his desk.

"Sorry, Boss," I said as I glanced up at Ziva, who was smirking. It had been two days since our accident and Ziva had insisted that she come into work, even if it only was desk duty. Then I noticed that there was blood on her shirt.

"Ziva," I said. "Were you doing something that you shouldn't have been?"

"No," she said innocently. "Why?"

"Because you're bleeding through your bandage," I said pointing.

"Tony, take her down to Ducky," Gibbs said. Ziva rolled her eyes but stood up, wincing as she did.

"So what did you do?" I asked her as we got into the elevator.

"I bent over to quickly," Ziva said.

"You're not supposed to be bending over," I scolded gently, taking her into my arms. "Do you have another shirt with you?"

"Yes, I keep things in the filing cabinet as well," Ziva said smirking. Just then, the elevator doors and we stepped into the hallway and through the autopsy doors. Ducky was sitting at a autopsy table, opposite from Palmer and they appeared to be studying, or, at least Palmer was. Ducky looked up when the doors hissed open.

"What can I do for you two?' Ducky asked as he stood up. Then he saw Ziva's shirt. "Oh my."

"It is nothing, Ducky," Ziva insisted. "I simply bent over too quickly."

"Well, come over here and I'll fix you up," Ducky said.

Ziva's POV

"Well, come over here and I'll fix you up," Ducky said, and I shifted uncomfortably. I walked over to Ducky and whispered in his ear.

"Do you think that Tony and Palmer can leave while you do this?" I asked.

"Of course, my dear," Ducky said. "Tony, why don't you and Mr. Palmer go up and visit Abby while I tend to Ziva. I will call you when I'm done." Tony was about to open his mouth to say something but I quickly shot him a look that said 'don't argue'. He forlornly grabbed Palmer by the arm and hauled him out of autopsy.

"Thank you, Ducky," I said as I stepped up on a stool and sat down on a table.

"If you don't mind me asking, my dear, why the discretion?" Ducky asked me as he pulled gauze and tape out of his medical bag.

"Because of this," I said as I pulled up my shirt just short of my bra line. Ducky looked in horror at my body which was decorated with scar of various sizes, some of them from when I was just a child.

"What happened to you, my dear?" Ducky asked.

"That is what happens when you work for Mossad. A great deal of them I earned in Cairo when I saved Jenny," I explained.

Tony's POV

"ABS!" I yelled as Palmer and I walked into the lab. Abby had her music on as loud as it would go and she was playing a game of solitaire on her compute. She looked up and grabbed the remote and turned the music down.

"Sorry," she said sheepishly. "What's up?"

"Ducky and Ziva kicked us out of autopsy. Ziva's side started bleeding and she wanted us to leave," I explained as I sat down next to Abby. She immediately slung her arms around me and hugged me tightly. "Abs, can't breathe," I choked out.

"Sorry," Abby said, once again. "Why did Ducky and Ziva kick you out? I thought that you and Ziva were together."

"We are, and I don't know why they kicked us out," I said. Abby looked behind me at Palmer.

"You're being awfully quiet, Jimmy," Abby said.

"I'm sorry Abby, I was studying for my test that I have next week," Palmer said.

"And how was that going?" Abby asked.

"Not so good," Palmer answered. Just then, Abby's phone rang.

"Abby," Abby said as she picked up the phone and I heard Ducky on the other end. Then Abby hung up the phone. "That was Ducky, he said that to tell Palmer that he could go back down and to tell you that Gibbs just called, there was a murder at Quantico," Abby said.

"Thanks Abs," I said and headed towards the elevator.

Ziva's POV

I returned to my desk and watched forlornly as the rest of the team geared up to go to Quantico. I hated desk duty. Tony leaned over my cubicle as he headed for the elevator and he kissed my cheek.

"We'll be back soon," he promised and then jogged off after Gibbs and McGee.

I did paperwork for an hour and they still weren't back yet so I stood up from behind my desk and headed for Abby's lab. When I got there she had her music turned up as loud as it would go and she was dancing around the lab. When she saw me she quickly grabbed the remote and turned it off.

"Ziva!" she squealed. She started to run towards me but I put my hand out.

"Abby, I have already had to replace my bandage once today, I do not feel like doing it again," I warned. Abby slowed to a walk and gingerly put her arms around me. I hugged her back carefully.

"Why are you back so soon?" Abby asked as we both sat down.

"You and I both know that I could have never stood staying at home all day," I said.

"That's true," Abby said. "So how's desk duty?" I glared at her.

"It sucks," I said.

"I know, but you have to get better one way or another," Abby said sympathetically.

I know," I said. "It is just not something that I am used to."

Just then the elevator dinged and McGee and Tony walked through the door with two boxes of evidence.

"We're home," Tony pronounced loudly.

"We can see that," Abby said as she stood up. "What did you bring me?" she asked as she put gloves on.

"DNA, blood, mysterious substance, you hit the jackpot today, Abs," McGee said.

"Alright, I hate to do this, but all of you out, except for Ziva," Abby said, and I glanced at her curiously. She saw my look. "Well, I'm going to need help," she said smiling.

A/N: There you have it, for the next chapter I predict lots of fluff and Ziva's going to explain to Tony where her scars came from. Please review, it makes me smile, and I like to smile, so give me a reason to smile!!

P.S. This has been the longest chapter so far!