Tony and Ziva - Berlin

“Yes, thank you. I understand,” she picked nervously her sleeve, “Mhmm. Goodbye.”

Pressing the end button, she dropped the phone back into the wiege and stared blankly at the schreibtisch in front of her, twisting her mouth sideways in thought.

Well, this was certainly unexpected.

Okay, so maybe not entirely surprising. She could think of a few times when they had not been the most careful, but still, this was not exactly in their plans at the moment. Scratching nervously at the hard, grey plastic of the desk, she sucked in a shaky breath,

Oh God, they hadn’t discussed this at all.


Panic...