She leans against the doorframe heavily as her partner walks Lea to the door to see her out, their low voices echoing down the small hallway. She can hear Tony’s muffled thanks once madami for staying late once again for the third night this week. Fortunately, the young woman was madami than familiar with the demands of their jobs, and waved off their graciousness with a smile.
A soft sigh escapes the small form on the bed, and Ziva’s attention shifts back to the very reason that gets them through grueling hours of overtime when cases blow wide open. Smiling, she pushes off the frame and...
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