"Good to hear. Quiet weeks to help Probie settle in before tossing her into the deep end." Tony nodded his head as he made for his new desk. With Gibbs gone everyone had shuffled. Tony at Gibbs’ old desk, Tim at his, and new Probie at Tim’s. Ziva, as a liaison officer, was happy to not change desks and Tony saw no reason to ask her to. "Gather round, I have gifts." He set his bag down on the desk.