Aug 3
I take a simple view of life: keep your eyes open and get on with it.
Sir Laurence Olivier

Leroy Jethro Gibbs strolled into the squad room, omnipresent cup of fresh coffee welded to his hand. It had taken longer than usual to locate a decent caffeine dealer, mainly due to the hour. His usual supplier was no longer open at zero four hundred.

Bastard.

His team had been working all night long; he had kept their noses to the grindstone as they tried to work out who would want to kill a convicted killer. Not the family of the original victim – they had all passed away before he was released from prison a mere two days before his demise. McGee was looking into various financial accounts, while Tony and Ziva were tasked with searching the prison records for a motive.

He wandered into the bull pen, smiling as he noticed his team had all fallen asleep. McGee's head was on his keyboard; Gibbs didn't want to think about the mess that would cause to the young agent's work. Ziva was leaning back on her chair, various folders balanced precariously on her lap, while Tony had his head on his desk and was filling the squad room with his snores.

They looked so peaceful and young that it seemed a shame to wake them. But the sooner they found what they were looking for, the sooner they could sleep in proper beds.

"HEY!"