“You’re sleeping in the office?” You said, walking into the bullpen early in the morning.

Tony was halfway through pulling his sweater on, his hair a mess, his shoes on the desk.

“…maybe?” He said, looking sheepish.

You crossed your arms, tilting your head at him.

Gibbs had told you the day before that Tony was sleeping in the office, so you showed up early to catch him getting dressed.

“You’re an idiot, anyone ever told you that?” You asked, walking over and putting a coffee on his desk.

“Yes. Gibbs. Every day.” He said, shrugging.

“…true. Okay, fine. But you’re staying at mine until your apartment is fixed.” You said, pointing at him.

“Yeah?” He said, perking up instantly.