𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 ━━ 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐳𝐳𝐨

THIRTY FOUR | fake bear

"Good morning, team." I walk in through the doors, humming to myself quietly. "I seriously hate Mondays. If they didn't exist, I really wouldn't mind."

With a toothbrush dangling off his lips, Tony greets me with a grunt. "Have you met our newest addition?"

Looking back, I see Ziva sitting at Kate's desk.

"We've all met Ziva already." I roll my eyes. "Also, I picked up coffee." They each take a steaming hot cup.

"Hold on. . ." Tony steps out from behind his desk, eyeing me suspiciously. "How are you not shocked by Ziva's sudden appearance? And how did you know to bring four cups of coffee instead of three?"

I merely shrug. "Ziva texted me."

"Since when have you had her number?"

"Since you left me alone in front of the hotel."

That prompts an awkward laugh from him, to which I cock a brow.

"Someone. . ." He reaches a gentle hand to my cheek, "had to stay behind. Keep an eye on her." The smile on his face quickly turns to a glare.

Wrapping my fingers around his wrist, I tilt my head to the side. "And why couldn't you stay behind? I was freezing to death while you were driving off in a heated car with Gibbs." And with that, I rip his hand off my face.

"You still didn't answer how you weren't surprised by Ziva." Tony calls out just as I walk back to my desk.

"Easy." I prop my feet up on my desk. "Jenny told me she's our new liaison officer from Mossad."

"Did Gibbs tell you anything?"

Shit.

I sit up in my chair, my attitude immediately changing. "You don't think. . ." Tony looks up at me, his eyes widening in fear. "Jenny wouldn't. . .not without. . ."

"She might have."

Damn it.

Before any of us could say anything else, Gibbs steps out of the elevator. Ziva walks off to greet him, leaving me with the guys.

"Anyone bring popcorn?"

Smack!

Not even a minute later, Gibbs heads towards the staircase while Ziva silently returns to her desk, muttering something along the lines of donkey's butt.

Since we don't have a case — a rare occurrence — the four of us are left with nothing to do except lounge around in the conference room.

Of course, Tony uses this time to catch up on some GSM reading, which prompts Gibbs to chuck a paper ball at the back of his head.

Ziva quickly stands to her feet. "What's the verdict?"

"Pack your trash." He stops in front of her desk, nodding towards her bag beside Kate's desk.

"Not a problem." She simply obliges, grabbing the rest of her few things. "Most of it doesn't arrive till next week."

With her bag thrown over her shoulder, Ziva looks back at us once more. "Nice seeing you again, Evaline." I nod my head. "Tony. McGee."

And she's gone. Just like that.

But Gibbs follows after her. And brings her back.

"Miss David will be with us for a while." Gibbs announces before leading her to an empty desk.

While she situates herself in the new environment, I stop by the window, looking at the trees and leaves glistening in the sun.

"Penny for your thoughts?"