I'm in a very good mood today, kinda. It's hard to explain. I'm in the writing mood. No other mood besides dour. And, because NCIS is amazing and the new season is on my mind, I decided to write a short (I MEAN SHORT) drabble about the team. It has no real time placing, and it doesn't have an episode tag, it's just drifting kind of. I most certainly like it.

Title: Family
Spoilers: None I can think of.
Summary: For tonight, he didn't care what they did. They were happy, and that's all he wanted.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides 96 Nature Valley Oat's 'N Honey bars. :D

Jethro Gibbs expected to see his team sitting at their desks when he walked back into the bullpen after going out on a coffee run. He expected to see Tony staring at Ziva while talking, and her shaking her head as he went into a spiel about a movie she should watch. He expected to see McGee shaking his head as well, but then offering a tidbit about why it really was that good.

Gibbs walked into silence.

He looked around, raising an eyebrow as he tried to figure out where his three special agents were. Sure, they couldn't have finished their paperwork already. Walking over to his desk, he almost smiled as he saw three folders lying neatly on his desk. He didn't though, and he picked up the folders. They were all complete reports, each perfect. Ziva's English was slightly off in one spot, Gibbs noticed, but he couldn't blame her now. He couldn't even find her.

Turning on his heel, he walked over to the elevator. Maybe they were down in Abby's lab. Then he stopped. Why would they be there? If they finished their reports, they were most likely at a bar with Abby. Turning back around, he rolled his eyes. Picking up his jacket, he shut off his light and made his way to the elevator.

He knew where they were.

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Walking down the street, he turned the corner. He had been walking for about ten minutes, but he didn't mind. As far as he was concerned, the cool air was good. It had been really hot in DC lately, and any cold was good. Coming up to his destination, Gibbs paused. Taking a step back, he had to smile. It was impossible not to. Even for him.

Through the window of the restaurant, he could see his team plus Abby. They were sitting in a booth, each of them smashed in their liked kids on a bus. Tony was sitting on one end, his arm up on the back of the seat. Ziva was sitting next to him, and the closeness between them didn't go unnoticed by Gibbs. He would have been mad if they weren't close. He always liked his team when they were friendly. Abby was next to Ziva, her pigtails flying from side to side as she laughed and spoke. McGee was next to her, his face contorted into a content smile. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves, and Gibbs was conflicted about joining them or not. It was always fun to surprise them, but something stopped him. Maybe it was their closeness, their laughing faces, or Ziva's wide happy smile; he didn't know. He threw his cup of coffee away in a nearby trash can, taking one last look at his team, his family, before turning away.

For tonight, he didn't care what they did. They were happy, and that's all he wanted.

That, and another coffee.

Kind of pointless, I know, but I liked the idea when it popped into my head. This just floats in S7 too. I hope that soon, we see the progression of Ziva and her healing. For now, you get drabbles and FF about it.

Reviews would be lovely.

-Izzy.