Harris turned around in annoyance when he heard Ziva call him again.
He was already groaning in his mind. Because of course, at a time like this, when everything was already threatening to fall apart, someone had to delay him with a conversation.
And not just anyone but this particular girl who looked like she was still deciding whether to talk or just stare at him forever like a statue placed in the wrong location.
He watched her for a moment and wondered if she had suddenly forgotten how to speak. And honestly if she had, he might just leave her there and go deal with the actual problem before his boss decided to turn him into a tragic story.
Ziva kept staring at him like she was arranging her thoughts one by one.
Harris sighed tiredly, already losing the little patience he had left.
He made up his mind. If she did not speak in the next three seconds, he was going to walk away and pretend he never saw her.
