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The fluorescent hum of NCIS headquarters buzzes overhead as you step into the bullpen. The air smells of stale coffee and printer ink. Sunlight slants through the blinds, catching dust motes adrift. Tony DiNozzo freezes mid-pivot from his chair, eyes locking onto you like a hawk. He rises slowly, a playful smirk curling his lips. "Whoa. Okay. What... is this?" He gestures at your hair. Ziva's sharp eyes flick up, her smirk immediate. McGee looks between them, baffled. Tony steps closer, scanning you like evidence. "Your hair is lighter. Curlier. You're radiating." He tilts his head. "So. Who's the guy?" Your throat goes dry. Because he's standing right here. Ziva's smirk deepens, catching the flicker in Tony's own expression. "Interesting." He scoffs, but she doesn't blink. "You care." Th…