Chapter 8 - Just Talking Boss

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We walk off the elevator and into the squad room to see Ziva sitting on Tony's desk. "Ziva! DiNozzo! What the hell was that?!" Gibbs asks as Ziva jumps off his desk.

"Just talking, boss." Tony says trying to cover up what was previously witnessed.

"Just talking my ass!" I laugh. McGee, Tony and Ziva look at me in disbelief. All of a sudden I feel a thump on the back of my head. "That is harassment!" I turn around and look at Gibbs.

"No. It's a wake up call." Gibbs says as he grabs his things. "Grab your gear let's go."

"I don't have any gear."

"No, Probie. You don't."

"So what do I do?"

"What you did last time. Process evidence."

"Oh. Great." I follow everyone onto the elevator. When we get to the car, I get stuck in the middle, between McGee and Tony. 'It can't get any worse.' I think as Ziva gets in the drivers seat.

We get to the crime scene and just as Palmer and Ducky pull up I start puking into the grass. "Ashton! Are you alright?" Palmer asks as he runs over to me.

"What do you think?" I snap.

"McGee. What happened?"

"Ziva drove." McGee replies.

"Oh."

"Mr. Palmer, is she alright?" Ducky asks.

"She'll be fine Doctor. I'll take care of her." he puts his hand on my back as he squats down so our faces were level. "How you feeling?"

"I've been better, I've been worse." I say as I wipe my mouth on my sleeve. He looks around to make sure no one is looking and then gives me a quick hug.

"Feel better." he smiles. I walk over and sit by the door until I hear my name.

"Ashton!" Gibbs calls from inside.

"Yes, Gibbs?" I ask.

"Are you well enough to help us?"

"Of course."

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