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The NCIS bullpen thrums with the low murmur of a new week. The elevator chimes; you step out, and I’m a shadow behind you, the silence between us loaded. We part ways to our desks without a word. My hand dips into my pocket and closes around your phone. You’re holding mine. Our eyes meet—a flash of recognition—just as Director Vance’s voice carries down from the stairs: “My office. Now.” You stride over, your movements precise, and take your device from my hand. Our fingers graze. Your jaw tightens. The entire floor feels the charge in the air. Ziva wears a knowing smirk; McGee leans toward her, voice low, “Are they...?” I let a grin spread, unable to help it. “Thanks, Babe,” I say, then quickly amend, “Agent.”