Ducky: Mind telling me why you came down here to see me?
Tony: Ziva
Ducky: Ah personal, not professional.
Tony: Its not what you think.
Ducky: I'm not thinking anything. What are you thinking?
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Tony had no less left MTAC before he found himself eye to eye with a familiar friend.
"Did I miss one of the seven signatures?"
Ducky simple shook his head. "Surprisingly no. I'm here for more of a personal matter."
"Let me guess…"
"Ziva," Ducky began, clearly reversing their previous conversation. "I am concerned that you are concerned."
"She's my partner. Part of the job."
"Is that all?" Ducky did not withhold his implication.
Tony ran a hand over his face and took to leaning over the railing. His gaze fixated on a particularly empty desk. "Like I said, she's distracted. And right now, I'm in charge…have to make sure it won't affect her job."
"Then it is purely a professional courtesy? You are solely concerned about her work focus?"
"What are you getting at?"
"Nothing."
"It's never, nothing with you Ducky….you think I like her."
"Did I say that?"
"Yo didn't have to."
"What is so wrong with it Anthony? You spend more time here than with any one person…feelings are bound to present themselves."
"Not with her."
"Because she cares for someone else?"
Tony fixated back on her desk and moved towards the stairs without an answer.
"You are not Gibbs, Tony. You finish conversations…"
Tony turned back. "Never understood why the boss always did that….until now." He continued his descent with little hesitation.
Ducky watched him do so, and was left with little to do but return to his docile seemingly defeated.