OK fanfic people. I've read, re-read, and read some more, before deciding to write my own. I've written short stuff for other things, but this is my first on here. I have a few chapters finished and ready to go, but I need input before I post. So get to reading and let me know what you think....

The sun was shining through the windows of the NCIS building, casting a soft glow on the bullpen. At first glance, it looked as though no one from the MCRT team was in yet. Director Vance stood on the catwalk and looked down upon the entire team, sleeping peacefully.

Special agent Anthony Dinozzo's head was underneath his desk, his feet propped up on his chair. Agent Timothy Mcgee was curled up in a ball, with suit jacket draped haphazardly over his shoulder. Though he could not see Agent David, he knew she was also sleeping behind her desk.

The only one absent from this impromptu slumber party was Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Leon knew that Gibbs would not sleep until the pedophile was behind bars. Though the team had wrapped up the case of the dead marine found in his hotel room in downtown DC, the pedophile that the marine had been keeping tabs on had gotten away.

Vance turned and entered MTAC, unsurprised to see Gibbs standing in front of the screen, instructing some unknown men which man in line at the supermarket was the one they wanted. Vance let him go, watching the man being taken into custody before speaking.

"Agent Gibbs, you have the paperwork for the dead marine yet?"

"On your desk, Leon." Gibbs threw the headset onto the desk and headed for the door. Vance's voice stopped him short of reaching the handle.

"I expect the team to take a day off today, seeing as you have been here since 0500 yesterday."

"Whatever you say, Director."

"Dinozzo, David, McGee, GET UP!" Gibbs barked, walking into the bullpen, coffee in hand.

Tony scrambled at the sound of his name, subsequently banging his head on the underside of the desk.

As Tony stood up, he noticed McGee rub the sleep from his eyes and rise as well. Ziva had still not moved.

"David!" Gibbs yelled again. In true ninja style, Ziva jumped to her feet in mere seconds, making Tony and McGee jump slightly.

"Everybody go home and get some rest. The Director has given everyone the day off today," Gibbs reiterated.

"really, Boss? We can go home? That's great, I gotta catch up on a couple of things I put off this week because of the case and I…." Tony stopped rambling as he felt Gibbs' eyes bore into the side of his head.

"Shutting up now Boss." Tony grabbed his coat, his pack, and his phone, and took off towards the elevator without a backward glance.

McGee turned and headed down to Abby's lab, not saying a word to Gibbs or Ziva.

"Gibbs, did you get him?" Ziva asked while silently packing her gear, though she knew the answer.

"I always get my man, Ziva, now go home and get some real sleep. I will see you tomorrow at 0700."

Ziva knew when she was dismissed. She grabbed her pack and headed for the elevator. Her bed was calling her name, and her spine was agreeing.

Ziva was in her favorite pair of sweatpants and an Ohio State shirt that she had confiscated from Tony at some point in the last few years. She had tried to sleep when she got back to her apartment, but her mind would not stop thinking. So she made herself a strong cup of tea, and plopped on the couch, hoping to find some sleep while watching tv. As she flipped through the channels, the doorbell rang.

I didn't order anything, she thought, as she hauled herself off the couch and headed to the door. Ziva looked through the peephole and saw the smiling green eyes of none other than Tony.

"It's Thursday." Ziva sighed and opened the door, as Tony walked in with his Dinozzo grin, carrying a pizza and a six pack of beer.

"I picked up SWAT. I don't really like watching these things, but it would be cool to see how the other guys do it, ya know? Ziva?" Tony stopped talking and stared at the assassin.

"You forgot…"

"No, well, yes, but it is alright, you are already here, and it is Thursday." Ziva's eyes lit up slightly when she mentioned the day of the week.

Tony placed the pizza on the stove, and grabbed two plates out of the cabinet. He tossed Ziva a beer and grabbed one for himself before putting the rest in the fridge. Ziva followed him into the living room and sat down on the couch as Tony put the movie in the DVD player.

The previews came on and Ziva dug into the pizza. It had been a while since they had eaten, seeing as they had been chasing not one, but two, perps through the DC area this week. She sunk deeper into the couch and chased the cheese and pepperoni with a swig of beer as the movie began.

Tony had a slice of pizza on his lap, the longneck in his hand, and slid his free arm around Ziva before she could protest.

She didn't. Tony looked over to see Ziva with a slice of pizza in one hand, a beer in the other, and her head lolling to the side, fast asleep.

"Yeah, it's been a long week." Tony said to no one. He silently cleaned up the food and returned to the couch. He layed Ziva's head in his lap, and placed his own on the arm. They were both asleep within minutes, the movie forgotten.

McGee walked into Abby's Lab, not realizing he had already made it that far. He was beat. His head was pounding, his shoulder hurt from sleeping on the floor, and his legs ached. This had been a tough case, but they got the dirt bags in the end, and now it was time to go home.

McGee stopped at the door, taking in the scene before him. The room was silent, all the lights were off, and Abby was fast asleep in front of Major Mass Spec, using Bert the farting hippo as a pillow.

"Abby, wake up, Gibbs said to go home," McGee lightly shook her shoulder. She stirred slightly, then resumed snoring.

"Abby, come on, it's time to go home."

McGee shook Abby a little harder, earning a headslap from Bert the hippo.

"McGee! You scared the crap outta me! Do you have more evidence?" Abby jumped up, her pigtails lopsided, as she put Bert back in his place and returned to the center of the room.

:No, Gibbs said we all have off today. The case is closed."

"Oh, ok, let me get my keys, and we can go!" Abby was way to perky for someone who just woke up, but then again, this was Abby.

Abby and McGee left the lab and headed to the parking garage. Abby got in her car, McGee got in his, and they both headed in the same direction… To McGee's apartment.

Gibbs looked out the window at the bullpen, and watched the parking garage. His junior agent and the forensic scientist were headed to McGee's apartment. And it was Thursday, so Dinozzo was at Ziva's.

Ducky had gone home to take care of his mother, and Palmer went… wherever Palmer goes when he's not in autopsy. Gibbs was not concerned that he didn't know where Palmer went, he shouldn't be in any danger.

As Gibbs walked back to his desk, he glanced at the email still on the screen.

"I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU DO. YOU WILL DIE, ONE BY ONE, UNTIL WE ARE THROUGH. I'LL START WITH ONE, YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO, BUT IT'LL BE FUN FOR ME, AND TORTURE FOR YOU."

Sorry, I love cliffhangers... They keep people interested. So hurry up and let me know what you think!