Tony: I'm gonna start digging.
McGee: Well you can't don't it alone.
Tony: You gonna stop me?
McGee: That's not what I said.
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The following morning at work was less than somber…Neither of them really sure what to expect. But there was one thing, Tony was sure of, and he expressed it the only way he knew how.
"Here you go Probie…for a job well done." He patted his partner on the shoulder after placing the gift bag in front of him.
"It's not gonna explode in my face is it?"
Tony's face fell. "I cant believe you would say something like that McGee…after all we've been through the last couple days…not to mention the last couple months…I'm hurt that you would poke fun at a gesture of friendship…a gesture of camaraderie, of bravery…"
Tim wasn't sure how to respond, but figured his comment may have been a bit harsh. "Gee Tony…I didn't mean to…"
"No," Tony put his hand up and took the gift bag back. "If you cant appreciate it, then I don't want you to have it."
Tim stood up. "Tony, I'm sorry alright…look, I know we've been through a lot…I guess it's hard for me to think that things would change so fast…I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions…" He put his hands out and watched as Tony slowly gave him back the gift. "Thank you."
"No Probie," Tony set his face firm. "Thank you…"
A moment of silence passed between them as Tim sat down and proceeded to open the gift. He looked up seconds later to find that Tony was gone…
"Something you want to tell me McGee?" Ziva entered and stood dumbfounded at her desk.
Tim's face turned beet red…almost as red as the tight leather pants he was holding in his hand…