May 27
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities. – William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
Tim McGee groaned as he heard a knocking at the door. He didn't want Tony's company right now. He was ill, fighting a raging fever, and just wanted to be left alone.
Naturally, Tony couldn't leave him alone and had been calling every five minutes. The phone calls had only stopped when Gibbs had found out about them.
Abby had called a few times, when she wasn't up to her ears in forensic work. She had also managed to bring him takeout for lunch every day, something which had cheered Tim up immensely.
A scratching at the door was the only warning before it opened. But to his surprise, it was not Tony.
Ziva stood in the doorway, a paper bag in her hand. "Good evening, Tim," she smiled.
"Hi," he managed to get out. He watched as she disappeared into his kitchen.
"Where do you keep your chopping board?" she called, out of sight.
"Bottom cupboard on the left," he replied.
After a while, the delicious smells from the kitchen made Tim ask his question.
"Why did you knock if you planned to pick the lock?"
Ziva's head popped out from his kitchen. "To give you a warning," she answered.
He nodded in understanding, happy that she cared about him that much.
"Food," she announced.
His eyes lit up as he took in the soup. "Thanks," he grinned.