Gibbs walked into the bullpen, only to find Ziva and McGee deeply asleep at their desks, and Tony intently staring at the screen of his computer.

He loudly cleared his throat to notify his agents of his presence. Both Ziva and McGee woke up at the noise and looked at Gibbs as waiting for instructions. Tony, on the other hand, kept his glance on the computer screen, and the SNL youtube video he was watching, and greeted Gibbs with a "Good morning, boss".

"Petty Officer Jones wrote down his confession," announced Gibbs. "The case is closed."

The three younger agents looked at him in disbelief wondering what he had done to get the confession out of that man so quickly, but none of them had the courage to ask. As Gibbs left the bullpen heading towards the director's office, Ziva was the first one to break the silence.

"So, what do we have to do with all of these background checks we pulled out yesterday night?"

"Hah, Zee-Vah!" grinned Tony. "We could make a nice collage out of them and cover this outrageously orange walls."

"Talking about wasting time…" sighted the Mossad Officer.

"Do you think we will get the rest of the weekend off?" asked McGee with a hopeful tone.

"Why, Probie? Got yourself a hot date for the annual Star Trek convention?" teased Tony.

"No, Tony. I was supposed to go to my friend's cabin to relax and go fishing. They left yesterday night, and if I leave soon I might be able to catch up with them."

"Well, McGeek, you still have one day and half to waste on such unsatisfying activities. You better gather your stuff and hurry."

"Tony, we not even know if Gibbs will let us leave" pointed out Ziva.

"Yes, that's true, but you know, as the Monty Python boys say, 'always look on the bright side of life', Ziva" said Tony winking at her.

"Tony, that quote doesn't even makes sense in this context. Something like 'think positively' would be appropriate, but what you said is not exactly useful to prove your point" replied McGee turning around to look at Tony.

"McGoo!" shouted Tony playfully making the younger agent jump in his chair, "you should know by now that Monty Python is always the answer, and as the senior field agent I have also to remind you that I am always right"

"Since when, Dinozzo?" said Gibbs entering the bullpen and heading to his desk.

"It was... just... you know" tried to explain Tony.

"You can leave," interrupted Gibbs looking at his three agents. "I will see you on Monday… Unless we get a new case before"

Tony, Ziva and McGee quickly hurried towards the elevator almost afraid that their boss might change his mind if it took them to long to leave and they were still in his eyesight. Once they felt safe into the four metallic walls, they relaxed.

"So, Ziva", flirted Tony, "my place or yours?"

"Well Tony, you can go wherever you feel like going as long as I am not there" said the woman getting closer to him and looking right into his eyes grinning slightly.

"Touche", smiled Tony defeated, "What about you, Probie, are you gonna go to your fishing camp?"

"Tony, it's not a fishing camp, it's a fishing weekend. And we're not sleeping in a tent, but in a very nice cabin" explained McGee.

"Same difference", yawned Tony purposely sounding annoyed.

As the elevator reached the parking level, the three agents headed to their cars greeting each others with some few short words, happy to get that one day and half for themselves.


I know this chapter is very short and kind of superfluous. I just wanted to include all the characters and not just focus on Tony.

Chapter 3 will be up shortly.