Series: - No Series - #1
Chapters: 001 Word Count: 1566
Character(s): Jethro Gibbs, Ducky Mallard, Ziva David, Timothy McGee
Category(ies): Established Relationship, Friendship, General
Summary: There is change at the office.
Author Notes: Spoilers for the end of Season Four & beginning of Season Five.
McGee rode up in the elevator with Ziva; he noticed she looked a little different. He hesitated to use the word 'excited' in connection with Ziva, but it came close. There was almost a sparkle about her, together with an air of anticipation.
The doors opened and Ziva strode out ahead of him. "Oh," she exclaimed softly, coming to an abrupt halt.
McGee just managed to avoid running into her and thus upsetting his coffee. He followed her stare and frowned. "Wasn't Tony due back today?" He glanced at Ziva.
She nodded. "Yes." She spoke flatly, and under McGee's eyes she seemed to lose the air of anticipation.
"That's odd," McGee said, continuing on his way to his desk. "I thought he'd be in by now, wanting to catch up on two week's worth of emails and all his other stuff."
"As did I."
"Gibbs'll be surprised."
"About what, McGee?"
McGee jumped and turned around. "Morning, boss. Morning, Ducky," he added. He wasn't surprised to see Ducky by Gibbs's side; they tended to arrive at work together these days.
Four months ago Mrs. Mallard had died and Gibbs had told the team he was staying with Ducky for a few days to 'help out'. As far as McGee knew those 'few days' weren't up yet.
"Good morning, Timothy. Good morning, Ziva."
Ziva glanced at Ducky and gave him a half smile and nod. "Good morning, Dr. Mallard."
"Well, McGee, I'm waiting," Gibbs said, his tone terse.
"Sorry, boss." For a moment McGee had forgotten exactly what it was Gibbs was waiting for.
Gibbs rolled his eyes and strode across to his own desk. "What will I be surprised about?" he asked, as he pulled his coat off and tossed it over the low filing cabinet behind his desk. He ignored the pseudo-pained look Ducky cast his way.
"Er." McGee glanced at Ziva.
She looked at Gibbs. "We are surprised Tony is not here. He was due back today."
Gibbs, in the process of putting his Sig into the drawer, paused and glanced at Ziva. "You his mother or just his keeper, David?"
Under the stare she flushed.
"Jethro," Ducky chided softly.
Gibbs glanced away from Ziva and instead looked at Ducky. McGee saw the change in his gaze as it settled on Ducky. It went from the usual 'pissed Gibbs' glare to the 'gentle for Gibbs' gaze he only ever bestowed on Ducky.
McGee watched them communicate by looks alone. It wasn't the first time he'd watched them 'talk' to one another this way, but it never ceased to move him.
After a moment or two, Gibbs gave a half shrug and turned his attention away from Ducky. "DiNozzo's not coming back," he said, sitting down at his desk.
Ziva hurried across the room. "What? Why not? Has something happened to him? Is he –"
"He got married," Gibbs said, grabbing his phone and pushing some buttons.
"Married?" Ziva's voice became almost shrill.
After glancing once more at Gibbs, who was now talking into the phone, Ducky sighed softly and moved towards Ziva. He took her arm and guided her back to her desk. When he spoke, his tone was gentle "He has married the young lady who was part of his undercover operation, Ziva."
Ducky nodded. "Yes. They spent Anthony's leave together, and last night he rang to tell Jethro the news. They were married by special license two days ago."
"Wow," McGee said, sitting on his desk. "I guess he really did love her after all."
"Yes, Timothy, it appears he did." Ducky touched Ziva's arm. "Are you all right, my dear?" he asked quietly.
Ziva looked at him. "Of course, Ducky. Why would I not be? I was just a little surprised, that it all. I am fine," she said.
"Hey. You two planning on working today?"
"Yes, boss. Right away, boss."
"Of course, Gibbs."
As one McGee and Ziva hurried to comply. McGee noticed that Ducky kept his eyes on Ziva.
"Hey, Duck. Got a minute?"
Ducky turned. "Of course, my dear," he said, and moved back to Gibbs's desk.
Fingers flying over the keyboard, McGee noticed how the 'my dear' to Ziva and the 'my dear' to Gibbs had been quite different; it was a subtle, but also extremely obvious, difference.
Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Gibbs moving out from behind his desk and leading Ducky a little further away from his field team.
McGee risked a quick glance and wasn't surprised to see them standing close together, completely within one another's personal space – as they always did. Gibbs had bent the brim of Ducky's hat back and had lowered his head slightly; even from this distance McGee could see how they looked at one another. I wonder if anyone will ever look at me in that way? he mused, before hastily returning to his work.