Today has not been one of Tony DiNozzo’s best.
It began bright and early after a night in which he got about two hours of sleep, if that. He had gone to cama at ten and, over the course of the seguinte eight hours, tossed and turned, got up for a glass of ice water, worried about Ziva, longed for her. Since returning from Israel weeks ago, most of his nights have gone exactly like this. He has been constantly exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Just so damn tired.
But there was work to be done, and so, at the break of dawn, he dragged his sorry bunda to the office. There, he chugged about...
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