Hmm, I don't really have much to say today. It's holidays, I like holidays.. and Easter, I like Easter too.
well, thats about it.. ooh look! NCIS is on :D yayy.
aaand, on with the story :)
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or it's characters :'(
Ziva looked up from her computer to see Tony leaning across her desk looking at her, the building quiet. She had been so wrapped up in her work she hadn't noticed that everybody had left.
'I was thinking, maybe you should see someone.' She could tell he was trying to keep his voice light but his face was serious.
'I'm fine Tony.' She meant it to sound reassuring, but she only sounded tired and she could tell he noticed. As she turned to grab her stuff and pack her bag, he continued.
'Ziva, you don't have to deal with this on your own. It's okay to get some help, I'll come with you if you need.'
'I told you, I'm fine.' She couldn't keep the defeated tone from her voice as she stood up and rounded the desk. 'Just please, don't tell anyone.'
'Don't tell anyone what David?'
The familiar voice came from behind Tony's back and he moved away from her desk just in time to see the boss come round the corner into the squadroom, coffee in hand. He looked towards Ziva and could almost see the wall go up. He was pretty sure Gibbs wouldn't fall for it but if he noticed, he didn't let on.
'Well? Spit it out agent' He was staring Ziva down and Tony wasn't sure she could handle the pressure in her current state. He could already see the cracks forming.
'Ziva was just telling me about her, uhh, her conversation with the witness, boss.' Gibbs looked at him with raised eyebrows as Ziva slid her bag over her shoulder and headed to the elevator.
He was just beginning to feel uncomfortable when the elevator dinged and, once again, there were only two people in the room. Gibbs turned and moved to his desk, busying himself with collecting his things. As Tony headed towards the elevator his boss spoke again.
'Tony, she's not okay.'
He turned back to look at Gibbs, still moving swiftly around his desk.
'I know boss, I don't know what to do.'
'Get her help DiNozzo. She needs help.'
There was a moment of silence before Tony realised Gibbs was finished and turned for the final time, leaving his boss alone in the squadroom.
Standing in the elevator, Tony was finally alone to think. Of course Gibbs knew, there was no keeping anything from Gibbs. He could read his agents like his own family, no amount of armour could hide their thoughts from the boss. But how long had he known? If he knew that, he must know about the recent turn his relationship with Ziva had taken. Tony wasn't sure what the new level of closeness in the relationship meant, but he wasn't sure it was something he wanted the boss to know about. Not yet.
But that wasn't his main concern at that moment. First he had to help her, or he had to convince her to help herself.
So, has anybody else noticed Tony had reeally bad hair in these old episodes? Because he does. Just sayin' ;)
ahh, who doesn't love lying on the couch watching old reruns of your favourite shows because it's holidays and you have nothing better to do? :D