NCIS - Valentines Day
Ziva David was mildly confused. This was never a good state to find her in as, when she was unsure of a situation, she got annoyed and when Ziva got annoyed her Mossad training tended to kick in. Things often got more than a little bit messy after that. So, for the welfare of everyone working in the NCIS building, they did their very best to make sure she knew what was happening.
Also the cleaning crew had threatened to go on strike, blood was a very stubborn stain to shift and, where a confused Ziva went, blood had a tendency to follow. One of the cleaning crew, a normally mild-mannered, elderly Mexican lady was now reduced to hysterics every time she saw her. Scuttlebutt had it that she thought Ziva was possessed by the devil.
"McGee?" Ziva asked, her brow furrowed. "Why are there many pink envelopes on Tony's desk?"
McGee opened his mouth to reply but then the man in question arrived.
"Why! I will tell you why, Mademoiselle David." Tony said, rounding the corner and throwing himself