Nov 25
A friend is a cheerleader when you win, a counselor when you lose, a confidante when you need to share, and a clown when you're feeling blue.
Tim sighed as he looked at the huge pile of paperwork in front of him. He wasn't in the mood for this. A horrible cold had sent him home for the past week on Gibbs' orders. He still wasn't feeling normal, but the worst of it had passed and he needed to catch up on the paperwork before Tony messed it up.
It was Sunday; the squad room mercifully empty. Tim wasn't sure he would have been able to work if anyone else was present. While Abby's hugs were amazing, they sucked the life out of him on a normal day and he wasn't sure he would survive one today. He didn't need people inquiring about his health; he needed to work.
The endless amount of pages were making the words start to swim; his eyes wanted a rest and he couldn't see the end yet. He sighed again and closed his eyes…
He woke with a jolt, amazed he had been able to sleep after the amount of time he'd spent in bed recently. Except he wasn't alone any more. Tony was perched on his desk, staring at him.
"What?" Tim croaked.
"You look worse than I did when I had the plague," Tony noted. "Ducky really cleared you to return to work?"
"It was just a cold," Tim protested.
"Long as you don't give it to me, I don't care what it was," Tony replied.
Tim tried to glare at Tony and failed miserably. Tony rolled his eyes, jumped off the desk and headed for Gibbs'. Tim looked on in shock as Tony climbed onto the untouchable desk. "Get down!" he hissed.
Tony turned around to look at him. "Why?" he questioned. "Gibbs isn't here,"
And then he began to dance around like a man possessed. Tim's initial shock turned into sniggers.
Tony continued to dance, clearly happy with Tim's reaction. Suddenly he froze before turning around slowly.
Gibbs stood on the other side of the divider.
Tim's sniggers turned into belly-laughs. This was priceless.