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Tony had a craving for some chocolate.
He was just sitting at his desk in the empty bullpen, playing Tetris on his cell phone behind his paperwork, when it struck him. A need for chocolate.
He started downstairs toward the vending machines. He was met with a large out-of-order sign taped on the glass of the machine.
Then it dawned on him. Kate.
Tony went back upstairs, and was pleased to find that Kate wasn't back at her desk yet. He started rifling through the drawers, desperate for a Hershey bar. He didn't find one.
He then crept over to McGee's empty desk. Where is everyone today? he thought. Tony started to open McGee's drawers, only to find that each and every one of them was locked. Damn.
He didn't have to want to do this. But he had no choice.
Tony walked calmly over to Gibbs' desk, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and opened the top drawer. Nothing. The second one. Nothing. He opened the third calmly, looked down, and sighed happily. There, on top of a stack of files, was a King-Size Hershey bar. He'll never miss it, Tony thought. He picked it up, and walked back to his desk.
Sitting down, he started to unwrap it, when he felt a sharp whack on the back of his head, followed by the chocolate bar being swept out of his hand. When he regained his vision, he looked over at Gibbs, who was sitting calmly at his desk. How did he find out, Tony though quizzicaly.
Then his eyes fell on Gibbs' desk. The drawer was still open. Damn.
