Anthony DiNozzo entered the bull pen a lot more on edge than usual. Ziva recognized the beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and couldn't help but comment on his condition.

"You over the weather Tony?" She sat up from her desk and peered at him incredulously.

"It's under…and I'm fine." He snapped back.

She put her hands up in defense. "Easy killer, just asking."

"I think you are confusing who the killer is here Miss Mossad." He scoffed back, twisting the paper clip in his hands to shreds.

"Yeah well I'm not the one senselessly murdering office supplies." She motioned towards the paper clip, and he tossed it into the nearby trash can.

"It had a good life." Tony shot back once more, grabbing a nearby pen and tapping it on his desk. "The boss here yet?"

She peered around, and looked at him questioningly. "Of course he's here Tony, it's five after."

"Yeah, well, he's not at his desk." He stopped tapping the pen and used it to point across the room.

She opened her mouth wide. "Well then, that must mean he's late." She stood up. "Except for the fact that he's never late, and that you know better than anyone that he meets with the Director first thing on Mondays." She started towards his desk and leaned over him slightly.

"What is wrong?" She questioned, but was stopped short when Gibbs came strolling through.

"If you're sick go home DiNozzo." He set his coffee down and plopped down on his chair.

Tony shook his head. "Wouldn't think of it boss…I need to be here."

"Not if you're sick you don't." He motioned towards the exit.

"I can't." He said simply.

Gibbs stared back at him.

Tony stood up in response. "I am fine boss; you can even have Ducky check me out."

Gibbs pointed at him. "You're sweating like a pig."

McGee walked in and sat down. "He's right Tony, you look awful."

"Nobody asked you Probie."

Gibbs then got up and walked to stand in front of Tony. He looked him up and down. "Why is it so important that you're here today?"

Ziva took Gibbs presence as a cue to sit down and did so. McGee simply looked on curious.

"Cuz it's my job to be here."

Gibbs didn't buy it, but nodded his head in agreement. "Damn right it is…so why are we standing here talking, get to it." He pointed towards his computer and Tony sat down, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve.

Gibbs peered down at the trash can before proceeding to his desk. "And if you keep wasting office supplies, the next batch is coming out of your paycheck DiNozzo."

"Got it boss, won't happen again."

Ziva wasn't satisfied with Gibbs interrogation of Tony, and made a point to get more out of him later. She peered over at him periodically within the next hour and noticed he took out a small sheet of paper from his pocket, read it and put it back. Each time he did, he looked up at Gibbs with a concerned look. She made a mental note to ask him about him at lunch time.

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AN: Just a teaser, let me know what you think. You're never going to expect what's in store for this one….go ahead, try and guess :) … Thank you for reviewing. Hint: No, Tony is not sick, neither is Gibbs (sorry Aqua Mage) :).