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★ Requested by tim-mcgee

“Dr. Floyd Yates, professional therapist.” Ziva reads aloud, her eyes scanning Tony’s computer screen from behind his cubicle. 

He jumps at the sound of her voice, previously thinking he was the only one in the bullpen. He quickly covers the screen with his spread palms in a weak attempt of shielding the page from her. She wanders over to the front of his desk, leaning forward slightly. “I think you took McGee’s comment of you needing help a little too seriously.”

His lips curl to a mocking smile, then drop. “Its not for me.”

“Oh.” Ziva lifts her brow. “For who then?”

Tony lets out a heavy sigh. “My dad.”

There is a small silence as she watches him in pride and slight adoration. He has already tore his eyes from her and pasted them back on the doctor’s home site. 

“He has agreed to get professional help?” she asks with a genuine care that Tony is too familiar with from her. 

He continues to avoid eye contact. “No, but I figured if I give him a list places and doctors he might consider it.” 

She smiles at him, this time longer and with more obvious adoration, while he types idly on his keyboard. She reaches across the desk and places a gentle hold on his lower arm, he doesn’t look away from the screen. She can see his eyes fighting their own battle to stay dry. “I hope it all works out.” she says with another soft smile and squeeze. 

He clears his throat. “Me too.”