"What brings you here at 9 in the morning?" Tim snarled, standing clad in nothing, but his boxers.
"Put some clothes on, McMuffin. What if I was boss man?" Tony chuckled, shielding his eyes from the sight of an almost bare Timothy.
"Seriously, Tony. What do you want?" The younger agent said with irritation.
"I need to crash at your place for a while, if you wouldn't mind." Tony looked down.
"Why?" Tim's eyes grew large. "You've got a perfectly nice house on the other side of town."
"Not anymore," Tony admitted, the bile rising in his stomach as he spoke. "She kicked me out."
"Ziva kicked you out?!" Tim was shocked now.
"Can you please let me in first, so I can explain?"
"Sure, sure." Tim moved aside to let Tony in with his suitcase and shut the door after. Tony followed Tim into his living room, setting down his suitcase before he threw himself onto his old coworkers couch.
"I fucked up real bad, Tim." The Italian rubbed his face with his palms, his eyes bloodshot from the night of no sleep.
"What the hell did you do?" Tim grabbed a shirt from the laundry room, pulling it over his head and walked over to join Tony in his living room.
"I got called into work for a case a few days before Ty's birthday." Tony started.
"Oh yeah, Delilah said Ziva told her that, but she said they were going to meet you in New York, so we couldn't have a party for him. Is that why she's so pissed?" Tim chuckled, not realizing how important the situation was about to become.
"She was pissed about that. And they did come to New York, but they showed up at the wrong time." With a strained voice, Tony started to become emotional and the younger agent beside him became concerned.
"What did you do?" Tim bellowed, seeing Tony about to break down right in front of him. A sight that he never thought he would see again after Somalia.
"The kids and her showed up at the hotel to surprise me. I was drunk the night before and opened the door like an idiot and lone behold there was a woman in my room who I don't remember going home with." Tony threw his head back, hitting it repeatedly on the hard edge of the couch.
"You did what!" Tim shouted, his mouth agape in shock. "You cheated on Ziva?!"
"I don't know!" Tony yelled. "I don't remember having sex with her. I just remember going to the bar because I was upset how pissed Ziva was and how disappointed my kids were in me." His hands were still covering his face, defensively.
"I can't believe you did that to her. How are you still alive?!" McGee awkwardly joked, Tony peeking through his hands in a glare. The younger agent cleared his throat, speaking again "I'm sure you guys can work it out."
"Not gonna happen. She said the lawyer's going to send the papers." Tony kicked the table set in front of the couch, curling his fists. "She wants a fucking divorce, McGee."
"Oh." McGee replied, staring at Tony and wondering how everything came to this point. He had thought his friends were ecstatic to be a family, especially after all the trouble Ziva had gone through thinking that she could never be a mother. But then Ty came along and the two were overjoyed. Followed by little Isabella, who was definitely her mother's mini-me. He hadn't sensed things would go wrong when Tony took the job in Long Island. However, it seemed that there was more of a strain to the long distance than the married couple wanted to admit. "Why did you come here and not Gibb's house?"
"You know how pissed he's at me for taking the position, still. Plus, Ziva's probably already warned him that something was wrong." Tony explained.
"He should get over it at some point. The guy's not getting any younger." McGee exclaimed the truth.
"I mean… as long as you don't mind Delilah coming over tonight, you can stay here." McGee shrugged, standing up to go get ready for work.
"Never get married, Tim." Tony warned, stopping McGee suddenly in his tracks.
"I guess this isn't the time to tell you…" McGee stated, voice low.
"Tell me what?" Tony asked, head popping up from behind the couch to look at his friend.
"I bought the ring already."
-x-
A string of Hebrew words echoed across the bullpen followed by a thump.
"Ziver?" Gibbs looked up over his eye glasses towards the Israeli agent's desk.
"Yes, Gibbs?" She questioned, annoyance draining off her voice.
"Everything good?" He questioned, knowing full well the answer.
"No, it is not." She sighed, glancing down at the fax machine that now lay on the ground.
McGee stared at her, noticing the dark blue under eyes, a distinct clue that she had not slept all night. He didn't want her to know that he knew, thanks to DiNozzo stopping over very early that morning.
"With me," Gibbs called, leaving his desk and heading towards the elevator. Ziva quickly followed, her emotions now high. Once they were in the elevator, Gibbs hit the emergency stop and she let go of everything she had been holding back that morning.