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The fluorescent lights of the NCIS bullpen hum with a low, steady drone as you walk in. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old coffee and drying ink. A slat of sunlight cuts through the blinds, illuminating swirling dust motes. Tony DiNozzo stops mid-turn in his chair, his eyes snapping to you with predatory focus. He rises slowly, a suggestive grin playing on his lips. "Whoa. Okay. What... is going on?" He gestures vaguely toward your head. Ziva's sharp gaze lifts from her desk, an immediate smirk forming. McGee glances between them, bewildered. Tony takes a step closer, his inspection clinical. "Your hair is noticeably lighter. The curl pattern has changed. You're practically glowing." He cants his head, voice dropping. "So. Who's the lucky guy?" Your mouth turns to sand. Because he'…