A/N: For intro, please see Every Day Thoughts January.

Every Day Thoughts: March

March 1

I'm very glad to see thee honest friend. I know the times are something hard, but hope they soon will mend. – Jonathan Swift

Ziva observed McGee silently. He was hunched over his desk, feverishly working through case reports. It was only 1400, but at this rate, he was going to have finished everything in less than an hour.

She knew exactly what had inspired this frenzy of work, although McGee did not know that she knew. He had an important deadline for his book coming up, and if he finished all his work early, there was a chance that Gibbs might let him go early, leading to more writing time.

But McGee was tiring himself out. He had been working like this for the last three days, and judging by the bags under his eyes, been working late into the night. He had been studiously ignoring every comment that Tony had made; her partner had not yet figured it out.

When Tony left to harass Abby, and with Gibbs on a coffee run, Ziva decided to get up and approach McGee. He needed the company. She peered over his shoulder at his efforts. It took him a few minutes to notice her.

"Can I help you, Ziva?" he asked.

She smiled. "You should take a break," she advised. "You look as though you could do with some sleep."

He studied her for a moment. "I have a deadline coming up," he pointed out. "I need to get everything sorted."

"But not at the expense of your sanity." She smiled softly. "Your efforts are putting Tony to shame. But if you do not slow down, I will be forced to stage an intervention."

He stared at her.

"Okay," she caved. "Abby explained what an intervention is, and has asked me to help her if necessary. We are worried about you."

McGee smiled. "Thanks. I'll try to calm down a little."

She smiled at him before walking back to her desk. Hopefully, things would work themselves out.