Tony and McGee rode up the elevator in silence.
Both fearing they'd say the wrong thing to one another.
The elevator doors opened.
Tony put on a brave face, then walked into the bullpen.
"What have we got?" Tony asked.
Gibbs entered the room, landing a folder on Tony's desk.
"You've, got paperwork, and lots of it". Answered Gibbs.
Tony sighed. It was hard to be him, a fake smile always plastered on his fake face.
Tony just wanted to run away, into the woods, and far away.
Eat a mushroom; lay his head down on a moss-covered rock,
And sleep for a hundred years.
Or at least until they've invented a time machine.
Once Tony was finished all his paperwork, he leant back in his chair, which frightened him. If he wasn't constantly busy, his mind started to wonder.
Flicking through memories, flashbacks, of everything.
It wasn't always about Kate, sometimes he'd just remember the times when his biggest worry was how he looked around Kate, things to say if Kate came by…
O.k., so it was all about Kate.
It hurt Tony, to think about Kate, and how she thought about him. To her he was just a, annoying, flirtatious, person who only thought about his dick.
Sometimes he wished he was. He wished he could be so caught up in himself, that all that mattered was himself. Then he wouldn't have to think about anything else. About Kate.