"We need to get them back," Tony said suddenly.

Ziva looked up from her computer and raised an eyebrow.

"The photos?"

"What else would I be talking about?"

She rolled her eyes at him.

"That is what you have been thinking about all this time?"

"Yes. Haven't you?"

"No. I have been working," she gestured pointedly at her desk which had two case files on it.

Which was more than enough to be getting on with. And she saw that Tony also had two files on his desk. Precariously perched, which she was not going to point out because she felt like them falling and scattering papers all over the place was going to be her only form of entertainment today.

"Well, this is more important." He said dismissively.

"Wait," McGee said, joining the conversation with a frown on his face. "You haven't been doing any work at all this afternoon?"

"No. I haven't. Didn't you hear? I've been focusing on far more important things than work."

"I asked you for Tuffin's criminal record an hour ago!"

"What part of more important work don't you understand McGee?"

"You getting your stupid photos back isn't important work!"

"Of course, it Is! These are photos of us."

"As children," Ziva added.

"Exactly!" Tony said, glad that his partner appeared to be on his side.

"Then you shouldn't have brought them in," McGee said unsympathetically. "Did you really think that Gibbs wasn't going to notice?"

"It is Tony's fault that they were even here in the first place," Ziva muttered.

"Technically, it was Nettie's."

"Do not blame my Aunt for this!"

Though, she privately agreed that Nettie was partially at fault. She could have not given Tony the photos, after all. Not that she was going to tell him that.

"Come on, Ziva," Tony coaxed. "Don't you want your photos back?"

"Of course, I do. But it is Gibbs so we are never getting them back."

Now, Ziva knew how good she was, of course she did. She was highly trained in many things. But being very good at what you did meant that you were aware of your limitations. And retrieving something from Gibbs without him knowing was definitely something she knew was basically impossible.

"We could try."

"That we would fail at."

"We just have to sneak around and get them when he's not looking."

Tony said this as if it was no big deal. Ziva snorted and sent him a disbelieving look.

"How is that even remotely a good idea?"

"It is!"

"It really is not."

"You know, you could just ask Gibbs for them back," McGee interrupted.

The two of them turned to look at him with incredulous looks on their faces.

"Do you even hear yourself McGee?" Tony scoffed.

"I have to agree," Ziva admitted reluctantly. "That is definitely not a good idea."

"It was just an idea. Better than sneaking around," he muttered, frowning and then returning to his screen.

"Even if we did ask him, I do not think that he will give us them back," Ziva said dubiously.

"He wouldn't," Tony agreed. "Would probably rip them up in front of us too."

She didn't want that to happen. She wanted her photos in her possession again.

"Then we are not getting them back unless he gives us them."

"Or if we steal them back from him," Tony corrected.

"That would be impossible."

"Nothing's impossible. It's just that it hasn't been done. Yet."

"And it never will be done because I am not helping you."

He gave her an offended look.

"Do you think I can't do this by myself."

"Yes," she replied instantly, making him pout.

"You wouldn't be trying to get her involved of you could," McGee said.

"No one asked you, McGee."

"Fair enough," and with that McGee turned back to his work.

Tony gave him a careful look like he wasn't sure if he should be offended or not before he shrugged and turned back to Ziva.

"I thought you would like the challenge."

Her eyes narrowed at him and he gave her this smirk.

"I mean," he continued. "Unless you don't think you're up to it..."

Oh, he knew exactly how to click her buttons but she was not going to let him this time. She was not.

"I am always up for a challenge," she informed him.

His face lot up. "Then you'll do it?"

"No."

"But you just said-"

"I said that I liked a challenge. I did not say that I liked to do the impossible."

"But, Ziva-"

"No."

Gibbs sat back on his chair and revelled in the silence of an empty bullpen. And, for once, it was supposed to be empty - his team hadn't just vanished like they were sometimes wont to. No, this time, he'd actually given them all things to do. Which got them out of his hair - always a good thing. He just wanted some peace and quiet. Something that hadn't been readily available recently.

He probably shouldn't be carrying these photos around with him on that note. Either Tony and Ziva would realise and try some daft scheme to get them from his jacket or they'd fall out, knowing his luck. Neither which was an acceptable outcome. Something would have to be done. Should he bring them home with him? No. That still involved him carting them around for the rest of the day. He wanted rid of them now. And not by giving them back. At least, not today.

His eyes fell on his filing cabinet. Now, there was a good spot for them. None of his team went looking for more paperwork unless they absolutely had to and they certainly wouldn't be looking for it behind his desk. They wouldn't dare. Yes, it would be perfect.

The envelope just about fitted in the bottom one, squeezed in, lying flat, on top of everything. There. He pushed the drawer closed and locked it. Now, there was a satisfying noise.