Author's Note: I almost forgot about this one. I wrote it a few weeks ago, once again for the Comment Fic community on LiveJournal. The prompt this time was: "What happened last night?" "Got drunk, saved the world, had awesome sex. No big deal." I hope you enjoy.

The Perks of Saving the World

Ziva watched Tony hover around McGee, examining him as if he was a crucial piece of evidence in their latest case.

"Something is different about you this morning, McHappy," Tony said. "Did you have a good night with your computer? Some she-elf invite you back to her tree?"

"Tony," McGee replied, warning in his voice. "If I'm in a good mood, it's none of your business."

Ziva knew Tony well enough to know that a quick brush off was not going to stop him when he smelled a juicy story. And she knew McGee well enough to know he knew Tony well enough to know it too.

"Of course it is, my young friend. You're practically glowing this morning."

Ziva had to give Tony that. McGee did seem unusually chipper this morning.

"So spill it," Tony continued. "What happened last night?"

McGee seemed to ponder the question for a moment and then shrugged. "You want the truth? Got drunk, saved the world, had awesome sex. No big deal."

To his credit, Tony didn't spit his coffee across McGee and his desk, but from what Ziva could tell, it was a close call. Even with her training, she had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing.

Tony finally seemed to find his voice again-Ziva felt she might need to note the date that he had finally be stunned into silence-and demanded details.

"Fine," McGee said, sounding resigned to the interrogation. "Bought this new game yesterday after work, so when I got home, I opened a bottle of wine and spent the evening saving the world from invading Gorplaxians."

Tony laughed. "I knew it had to be some kind of game. You had me there for second. Some wild geek night indeed. You alone with your Playstation."

"Who said I was alone? I have two controllers," McGee said, sounding almost smug.

"So who was this mystery woman?" Tony asked.

"No," McGee said forcefully. "That you're not getting."

"Okay. Drunk and world-saving. I'll give you two out of three. Don't push your luck on the third," Tony said.

"Once again, it's not any of your business, but it was three out of three."

"Oh really?" Tony replied, obviously not believing his friend.

"You've got to celebrate saving the world somehow."

Whatever Tony was going to say next, Ziva didn't find out, because Gibbs picked that moment to show up and shout, "Grab your gear. We have a dead Marine."

Later that afternoon, Tony was with Gibbs in the conference room talking to the victim's CO, while Ziva was running down possible matches to the vehicle seen by a witness and McGee was at his computer examining the victim's bank records.

She heard Abby approaching even before she called out, "Where's Gibbs?"

"Conference room," McGee said.

"Any luck with those financials?" she asked.

"Nothing yet," he said. "You?"

"Fingerprints were a dead end, but Major Mass Spec should be done in about ten minutes," she said. "I probably should get back down there before Gibbs shows up wanting the results."

"True," he said, giving her a wide smile. "Are we still on for lunch?"

"Of course," she said.

Abby lowered her voice for what came next, but Ziva's hearing was too good to miss what she said.

"I really had fun gaming last night."

"So did I," McGee whispered. "We need to save the world more often."