In the bullpen

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NICKS POV (I think it would be anyway please tell me if I'm wrong I'm new at this :)

"Morning b" I said cheerfully as I walked into the bull pen on a Monday morning. I was cheerful for one reason and one reason only that I got to spend the day with a certain Special agent Ellie Bishop. I was falling hard , hard and fast.
"Morning nick. You had a hot date last night?"she replied.
"No what makes you say that"
"It's 9am on a Monday morning. I'm pretty sure no one is that happy unless they did something 'fun last night'. So what did you do to make you so happy"
I winced. I nearly got caught. I was having fun last night but it wouldn't be what she expected. I stayed up most the night fantasying about her.
"Urmm I-." I tried to come up with an excuse. " I was out with an old friend last night." I hoped that she would stop with the questions.
"Suureee". Lucky for me she didn't say anything else.
"What no good morning Torres. Is it ignore McGee day today or something?"McGee said
"Sorry Tim. Morning. How are the twins?"I replied feeling a little sorry that I ignored my co-worker.
"Morning Torres and the twins are doing-."
"Talk about your twins later McGee we've got a dead body in Quantico. Grab your gear." Gibbs said as he walked into the bullpen and towards the elevator.
Me and the others followed Gibbs to the elevator and slid in just before the doors closed. I had a feeling that this was going to be a long case with means more time that I'll be spending with Ellie, more hiding my feelings and more trying to hide my feeling. Great this is getting harder by the day. I should tell her.What about Gibbs , Rule 12 crap I give up. But I can't hide this forever

I'm really nervous about posting this not if anyone will like it but here we are. Please please please let me know if I did anything wrong I never done something like this so if anyone thinks something needs to change message me or comment and I'll change it. Also let me know if I'm doing the POVs right x

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