Prompt: doughnut
"The Last Breakfast"
An early Sunday morning at the office. Just Ziva, McGee, and Tony. And a box of doughnuts left by a friendly intern.
"My stomach hurts," Tony complained, abandoning a half-eaten jelly doughnut. He was the only one eating, although McGee had his pick queued up and ready to go, sprinkles removed.
"You ate half the box," Ziva scoffed.
"I was hungry," he defended himself, slurring the words. "Ugh." The room spun around him. He blinked, heavily. "I think-" Tony stood up, confused, knocking over a trashcan.
He sank to the floor. Now, he could only faintly feel their touch. Muted. Gentle.