Aug 21
You will forgive me, I hope, for the sake of the friendship between us, which is too true and too sacred to be so easily broken! – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tony continued to tap the pens in his hands on the desk, ignoring Ziva's glares. He didn't think she would really kill him over his drum solo. And anyway, he was just passing the time.
He really needed to talk to the Probie. Alone. And with Gibbs in court this morning, he was in with his best chance. Ziva was due to disappear in search of a Berry Mango Madness in the next few minutes.
However, none of this was any good without the Probie being around.
Tony had been missing him at every stage of the day. When he had arrived, McGeek's jacket had been sitting on the back of his chair, his computer was powered up and his coffee was sitting on his desk. After a run down to Abby, the coffee had vanished and the jacket removed. After Tony had been on his own coffee run an hour later, he had returned to the remains of the Probie's smelly lunch in a bin.
Finally, just as Tony had been about to climb onto his desk and scream for McGee, his missing teammate had reappeared.
"McGoo!" Tony hissed.
McGee looked around in confusion.
"Probie!" Tony tried.
McGee's gaze rested on him. "Hey, Tony."
"Where have you been all morning?" Tony demanded.
"Helping Ducky," McGee replied. "His computer needed an update."
"Doesn't matter." Tony dismissed his prying with a shake of his head. "Need to apologize about the whole thing yesterday."
"You mean after you split scalding coffee all over me?" the Probie checked.
"Yes," Tony whispered, anxious for no one to overhear him. It wasn't every day that he apologized and definitely not to the Probie. "I was out of line – I'm sorry."
McGee looked suspicious before he began to smile. "Thanks, Tony."
Tony smiled to himself as McGoo left the squad room. Now he needed to apologize to Palmer for supergluing his hands to another scalpel.