Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS and its creation. This is purely out of boredom.

A/N: I couldn't really think of another story to write, so I thought (with some idea help from my sister) to write little shorts on what Team Gibbs would do with a day off. Each one of the team's day came or based on my own boring days. So enjoy and let me know what you all think.

Abby

An alarm went off filing the room of an apartment with the blaring chorus from Skillet's Comatose. A body rolled over and a head turned and faced the clock. Strains of black hair had managed to escape from their ponytail hold during the course of the night. Stained mascara eyelids slowly blinked away the sleep to reveal brown eyes that showed confusion at the LED red numbers. A hand appeared from underneath the cocoon of blankets and swatted the button ceasing the irritating high pitched screeching. With the new found silence the pair of brown eyes was able to stare at the clock's numbers with out the noise interfering with her thought process on why there was confusion in her mind. It was six o'clock in the morning on a Friday, was simple enough but apparently her brain saw it more as quantum physics. It wasn't until the first zero turned into a five before she put the pieces together.

"Monkey feathers!" Abby Suito said as she sat up in her bed. "I forgot to turn you off last night." She said to her alarm clock as she ripped the covers off allowing her to swing her feet over the side of her bed. "I don't have to go to work today."

That thought brought a smile to her lips. Yesterday Team Gibbs closed a week long case and everyone managed to get their reports in and seal up all the evidence. So Vance was surprisingly nice and gave them today off, meaning a three day weekend. But sadly her alarm didn't know about that, so now she was awake when she didn't need to be.

"Well I guess I should start my weekend."

Abby hopped out of bed and headed into the kitchen. She went straight to a black coffee machine and reached in a cupboard just above the Mr. Coffee Maker. Abby debated over the five different flavors of coffee that was lined up on the bottom shelf. Much to people's dismay she always had a cup of coffee in the morning, then followed by massive amount of caf-pows and energy drinks. After she picked a lovely flavor of the vanilla blend, she gave it to her Mr. Coffee to start making it. As it was percolating, Abby leaned back against her counter thinking about what to do this weekend. The sisters were gone for the weekend so she and the nuns couldn't go have a bowling night and it was way too early for a party. Abby looked at her apartment it needed a good clean, but it was way to early to be even thinking about cleaning.

Mr. Coffee let out a little ding, bringing the forensic scientist out of her thoughts. She reached for a mug and poured the sweet smelling coffee into it. "Thank you Mr. Coffee." She thanked as she moved into her living room and collapsed on her couch. "What to do? What to do?"

As Abby drank her coffee, she thought about what the other members of Team Gibbs would be doing on their long weekend and maybe steal their ideas for her own fun weekend. Gibbs would be drinking his coffee and working on his boat. She didn't have a basement or a boat but she did have coffee; that was a start. Ducky would mostly visit his mother and Jimmy would go see his parents. She couldn't do that in her three days off. So her thoughts went to McGee who will be writing and playing games on his computer all weekend long. Her head fell to one side as she thought harder about that thought. Maybe she should try writing something; she did have an imagination after all. She leaned back into her couch as she took another sip from her coffee cup.

"Let's See…"

She looked for anything she could use to create a fire for warmth and light but found it hard to move. Another bolt of lighting caused her heart to stop. The shadows she saw frightened her. Suddenly she heard a creek from the woodened floors not more than ten feet to her right. It was just loud enough for her eyes to fill with tears of fear. She heard the noise again and immediately wanted out. She slowly turned around and realized that she was much father away from the door than she thought. She walked carefully to the door, when she was near she looked back in the dark abyss of the church. There in the corner of her eye sight she saw a small flame of a candle flapping in the bone chilling wind. As she stared terrified at the flame she heard another noise and a shadow figure walked passed the candle, covering the light momentary.

"This writing thing isn't that hard." Abby smiled to herself. "I see why McGee does it." She said to no one but the ceiling.

However instead of continuing on her little story, she went back to what the last two members of Team Gibbs would be doing. She thought for a good five minutes on what Ziva could be doing but couldn't come up with something that was plausible. Then finally she thought about Tony, he would be sleeping in and then will watch a marathon of movies. Now out of the five people Tony's weekend sounded the best. Abby moved forward and grabbed her remote control before snuggling back into the couch. She turned on the cable and landed on AMC which just starting Chinatown. She laughed at the memory of Tony with his broken nose going on and on about this move and doing Jack Nicholson all day.