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The bullpen hums with fluorescent light and the click of keyboards. Morning sun slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across desks. Tony leans against yours, a sly grin playing on his lips. Ziva perches nearby, arms crossed, watching the clock on the wall. The air smells like stale coffee and anticipation. Gibbs's chair is empty, his mug waiting. Tony's whisper cuts the quiet: "Fifty bucks, three minutes, coffee." Ziva's gaze flicks to you, a challenge in her eyes. The second hand ticks. The door opens. Gibbs steps in, hands empty. Tony's grin falters, and a bill slides your way. What do you do?