The Thirsty Turtle was slow that night. It was a Tuesday, after all. Tony, Ziva and Tim sat quietly at a table. On an hour earlier, they were standing in Vance's office, setting their badges down on his desk. Now, unemployed, they all sat at their favorite bar, wondering what to do next.

Tony, as usual, was the first to break the ice. He'd always been good at that.

"Now what?" he said simply, taking a sip of his beer.

"This plan seemed better before we executed it," Ziva said. "Now, I am confused."

"We should at least try to keep ourselves occupied this summer. Who knows how long this is going to take to blow over."

"You assume it's going to blow over, Tony," Tim interjected. "What if it doesn't? What if we all just quit and ruined our careers in law enforcement forever?"

"We did it to protect Gibbs. He would have done the same for us."

"Ziva's right, Probie. And besides, It's not like any of us don't have marketable skills. We can all get jobs for a while to pay the bills."

"Actually, I was thinking of going back to Israel for a while," Ziva said, taking a sip of her drink. "I have not been home since my father's funeral, and I think it would be nice to spend a summer there again. I have not seen an entire summer in Israel since I was a child."

Tony squeezed her hand under the table. It wasn't as if they were hiding anything from Tim, but Tony preferred not to make it obvious.

"I was thinking I'd pick up coaching again. I had fun coaching youth basketball last summer. The Youth Center near my apartment does a summer league for school-aged kids. I wouldn't mind doing it again."

Tim smiled. It seemed both of his friends already had a plan for themselves this summer. He hadn't thought of a Plan B before he stepped into that office and laid down his badge. What was he going to do?

"What about you, Probie?"

Tim came back from his thoughts and looked across the table at Tony.

"I haven't given it much thought, I guess."

"Don't even think about sitting around your apartment all summer playing video games," Tony warned. "I'll drag your ass to the basketball court with me as an assistant coach."

"I'll pass, Tony. I suck at basketball."

"Well, what are you going to do with yourself all summer?"

Tim thought about it for a moment, and suddenly, an idea came to mind. It was something he'd been meaning to get done for a while, but never had the time.

"I think I'll go down to Florida. The Admiral has a summer home on Clearwater Beach. He left it to me when he died."

"All right! Party at McGee's house!" Tony shouted.

"I'm going down there to sell the house, Tony. I don't really need it, and I can't afford the extra expense of paying the mortgage on a home I'm probably never going to be in."

"Well that's lame," Tony said, finishing off his beer. "Are you planning on doing anything fun while you're down there, Probalicious?"

"At some point, yeah. My main focus will be prepping the house to go on the market. Once all the hard work is done, I can come back to DC and let the Realtor do the rest."

"I wish you luck in selling your father's home, McGee." Ziva said with a smile. She stood and picked up her coat. "I have to go home and start packing. My flight to Israel leaves in two days."

Tim got up and hugged Ziva tightly.

"Have a safe flight."

"Thank you, McGee. Travel safely to Florida."

Tim smiled as Ziva kissed him on the cheek. She said her goodbyes to Tony, which were a lot more personal, and all of them went their separate ways for the evening.

Tim drove home and made a beeline for his desk. He sat down and picked up a manila envelope he'd set there. In it was his father's will, and the paperwork for his father's summer home in Clearwater, FL. He bought the place when Tim was very young, and they spent a few summers there when his father was on extended leave. It'd be a shame to sell it, but he truly couldn't afford to pay his rent and a mortgage. It was too much.

He set down the envelope and went into his bedroom to start packing. He'd leave for Clearwater in the morning.

TBC...