Tony (To Gibbs): Guess she'll call when she's ready.
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"Think she'll ever be ready?" McGee turned around and stood at the front of Tony's desk; suddenly going home for the night became less appealing.
Tony glanced up at him. "Do I look like the Nostradamus to you Probie?"
"No, I was just…"
"She's gone McGee…no point in speculation or thoughtful theorizing. She's where she belongs."
"A few days ago I would've said she belonged here…" Tim began, his face tired.
"You and me both." Tony stood up and the two simply stared at each other for a full minute. "Something else Probie?"
"What happened with Rivkin at Ziva's apartment…"
"It happened just like I said McGee."
"I was gonna say I'm sorry…that it had to go down like that. Had to be hard."
Tony almost smiled. "Life is hard…come to realize that a lot lately."
"That's not all it is." Tim tried to assure him. "She may not come back, but you'll still have me to push around."
Tony grabbed his things and moved towards the elevator. "I think I can live with that."
But it only took one glance towards the empty desk to change their minds; even if neither of them said so…