Tony and Ziva

Tony sat down at his escrivaninha, mesa after a long dia wrapping up the latest case that had landed in their laps. He was tired and just wanted to finish up the denunciar before going início to sleep. Gibbs sat dutifully waiting at his desk, McGee had sped through his denunciar and headed out the door after throwing a ‘have a nice night’ to his fellow agents, and carefully he tapped away at the keys on his keyboard filling in all the necessary details on the forms as his eyes blurred and yawns escaped him every few minutes. One of the few other people made a stop in the bullpen dropping a sealed note on his...