Tony DiNozzo's Day Off

Tony looked through a map of Washington. There wasn't a lot of time to think about this. Tony turned to face his backseat passengers. "Any suggestions?" He asked them. For the life of him he couldn't think of a place to go right now. It was mid-morning and therefore there was nothing going on as of yet.

"How about home?" McGee sniffled.

"I'm hungry actually," Abby felt her stomach rumble it's agreement.

Ziva shrugged her shoulders in defeat. It really seemed pointless to resist, especially when Tony was in full fun mode. "Brunch it is then," Tony said loudly. Today was a day where he felt daring. He wanted to fit in a whole day of fun. He drove around looking for a good place to eat.

Tony drove around until he found a real posh looking restaurant to eat at. Everyone reluctantly agreed that they'd have brunch at an expensive place. They walked in to the dining area but was immediately stopped before they could step foot in the restaurant. "I'm sorry," the man told McGee, Abby, Tony and Ziva.

"About what?" Tony asked. He knew what was going on.

"Do you four have a reservation?" The man asked.

Everybody but Tony went to turn around and leave. "Actually… We're Federal Agents and we're observing someone in the restaurant… Us eating here is actually imperative to National Security," Tony explained. The others quickly turned around.

The man looked at the young man, the other young man who was clearly unwell, the girl dressed as a Goth and a foreign looking girl. "You're federal agents?" The man didn't believe them for a minute. They all showed them their NCIS IDs. "I still don't believe you're coming in here to spy on people," the man wasn't buying that at all.

Tony bit down on his lower lip and checked the restaurant walls… The décor was nice but then he had spotted the Wall Of Fame. There were photographs of famous people who ate there. There were George W Bush, Bill Murray with Dan Akroyd and also a few others on the wall. "Actually, do you know who we have here?" Tony pointed to McGee.

"No Tony," McGee pleaded for Tony to shut up.

"Who?" The man asked.

"None other than the famous author of Deep Six… Mister Thom E Gemcity," Tony was ecstatic.

Again the man looked as if he didn't believe them. McGee rubbed his eyes, honestly, he didn't want to be a part of this but now he was trapped on the spot. McGee pulled out a special card from his wallet. "Wow," The man studied it for a bit. He waved McGee in. He loved how much publicity famous people were giving the restaurant.

Tony and co looked longingly at McGee who had stepped in. "I'm only coming in here if my friends can as well," McGee stood his ground. The others were going to owe him big time for this.

"Alright," The man waved them through and sat them at a special table. Everybody laughed at watching McGee getting fussed over. Abby, Tony and Ziva crowded around McGee to get into the publicity shot. A couple of camera flashes went off. Before he knew it, McGee was signing some autographs. That seemed to tie them over until the meal and wine arrived.

"Bit early to be drinking is it not?" Ziva asked. They were each given a glass.

"I haven't had wine like this in forever," Abby commented at its strong, fruity taste. She only drank half a glass while sifting through her sausage and egg breakfast. The others had basically the same. They weren't about to have a large brunch.

"How does it feel to flaunt your fame McGee?" Tony asked with a cheerful tone.

"It's alright," McGee answered. He hated to admit that he enjoyed the small bit of power that Gemcity held.

"What about the poor people you stole the reservations from?" Tony asked. It wasn't long until the others got into the same act.

"Yeah… They'd probably have to turn them away," Abby teased. She shook her head in a mocking manner. "Does it make you feel good?" She asked.

"Yes McGee," Ziva joined in as she finished eating her toast.

"Now wait a minute," McGee defended himself. That wasn't his intention. He hadn't planned on using his power this way. Maybe he did steal someone's reservation. "Wait on," he interrupted his own thoughts. "You're the one who used my name," McGee pointed directly at Tony.

"Watch where you're pointing that thing," Tony laughed. "You almost poked Abby's eye out. Man, McGee. You really need to lighten up," Tony said as he wiped his mouth. The food was finished; the free wine was almost finished. It was time to go. "Let's pay up and leave," Tony said as the rest followed him.

"Thank you for dining with us Sirs," the man said. "Oh for celebrities and their guests it's free for the first time. We like the word of mouth that celebrities give others and so on," The man continued speaking.

"That is very kind of you kind Sir," Tony did his British accent. "The wine was absolutely exquisite. Its flavor was really strong and it didn't go straight to the head… Excellent choice of wine Sir," Tony added.

"Did you enjoy the wine Mister Gemcity?" The man asked hopefully. He played with his wrist in anticipation.

"Excellent choice of wines, Sir," McGee put the man's mind at ease.

Washington Art Museum

Tony, Ziva, Abby and McGee strode into the art museum with purposeful steps. They talked to each other intently. Tony stood in front of a painting a long time while the others were waiting around. Tony smiled as other people began walking around the same area.

Abby whistled to get everyone's attention. Tony's, Ziva's and McGee's heads turned towards Abby. They were unsure of whose attention she was attempting to get. "Ladies and Gentleman… And schoolgirls and schoolboys," she said to the group of people who had gathered around. "I'm Abby and I'll be your tour guide. Come with me please and I'll begin this tour ASAP. So are you ready to fill your young minds with knowledge of the art world?" Abby asked.

There were some reluctant yeses from the kids.

"Oh come on, I can't hear you? Are you saying yes?" Abby asked as she cupped her ears.

"Yes!" All the kids jumped up and screamed.

"Good… And today, we have three special guests with us. They're professionals in the Art world… We have Timothy McGee an Art analyst, Tony DiNozzo who is an Art Dealer and Ziva who is an Art critic… All from the National Art Institute of Virginia. We all should be honored," Abby smiled as the three of them looked at her with their jaws dropping.

Tony stood next to Abby. "I'm going to get you for this," he mouthed through a smile. The three so called Art experts gave the kids a little wave.

"Unbelievable," Ziva mouthed.

Abby lead the kids through the exhibits as if she had been a real guide. "Here, just here is the not so popular works of art. These are the exhibits that don't quite make it into mainstream but they do deserve a showing," she said.

"This here is a known as The Internal," Tony told the tour. "It's by V. Colissimo. I try and get one of his works for every museum. A must have," he told them.

"But it's signed by C.H Regeal," The teacher said.

"That's true… This is one of Colissimo's early works. He wasn't very confident about his early works so -," Tony was interrupted by a nudge from Abby. "Oh sorry… I'm stepping on my colleague's toes here. McGee," he pointed to McGee who was standing there like a stunned mullet.

"Yeah, right. Early on in his career he was scared to show his true self. So therefore he hid behind the pseudonym and proudly displayed his work," McGee traced his finger along some of the red brush strokes. "If you notice here… You can actually see the story of his art in this painting. Each stroke starts off shakily as you see if you look very closely. They start off slowly and becomes more confident, more steady as the brush stroke reaches its end," McGee tried to sound like he knew what he was doing.

"Actually I prefer his earlier work," Tony said. "They fetch more on the market," he interjected.

"Well I have to be excused for a moment… Now if you have any questions concerning art, please feel free to ask the trio of experts," Abby left in a hurry. That left Tony, McGee and Ziva with the tour.

"As an art critic what do you think the never ending flight of stairs is supposed to be representing," A teacher asked Ziva.

It took a moment for Tony to whisper the explanation in her ear. "Oh yes. The never ending stairs show how there is never an end to a journey. Just when you think you have reached the end it only reveals that there are more steps to climb," Ziva answered.

"It does sound depressing," The female teacher said.

"Oh no it's not," McGee said. "It's a realistic outlook. Good even, since if one reaches the journey's end, then where would they go. What would there be?" McGee piped up.

"Another journey perhaps," Ziva suggested.

"Hey can we take a picture of you three for our community newspaper?" Another teacher asked.

"But isn't all journey's interlinked into one larger journey, Ziva?" Tony asked. The three of them were asked to stand next to each other. They quickly complied.

"Not every journey is intertwined with another one," Ziva answered him. "Surely there must be separate ones."

"Are you suggesting that people skip from one to another?" McGee asked.

"Excuse me, young man," Tony felt a tapping on his shoulder. He turned around to see an older woman standing before him. "I was wondering if you can help me," the woman asked. Tony looked at Mrs. Mallard, he was stunned. "I seem to have lost my son," she said to Tony.

"Your son?" Tony asked with a bewildered look. He looked around to see if there was any sign of Ducky. Surely he couldn't be there. "There he is," Tony pointed to a figure in the distance with the telltale hat. "I'm sure he's looking for you," Tony said quickly. "Now… Tour if you can make your way to the next section… I'm sure the tour guide will be back shortly. Tony ushered them through to the next section and spotted Abby. "We have to go. Ducky's here," Tony told the others.

They jogged through the gallery and passed Mrs. Mallard and Ducky. "There was a gigolo in the gallery Donald," Mrs. Mallard tried to tell Ducky.

"You shouldn't wonder off on your own, Mother," Ducky tried to say.

"Hey!" A male's voice called out. "No running in the gallery," the voice commanded.

Tony, McGee, Ziva and Abby stopped jogging all together and began walking until they all got safely outside. Tony laughed once they reached the car. "That was close," he said. It was impossible to figure out where to go.

"Could you drop me off home," McGee said with a little whine. He was beginning to feel worse and too tired for all this adventure.

"Hey there's a baseball game on the way," Abby said. She was reading some guy's paper. "But I think we should get Timmy some water… He's looking a little dehydrated," she said.

Ziva rolled her eyes. "Alright then. Refreshments… Ballgame, McGee's house and that is it right?" Ziva asked. She wanted clarification.

"I promise that that's it," Tony answered. He walked in front of Abby and showed her that he had his fingers crossed. Abby covered her mouth to stifle a laugh.

A/N: What could possibly go wrong when they get their refreshments and go to the ball game? Stay tuned as they're almost caught out.