March 28

"It's probably true that hard work never killed anyone, but I figure why take the chance." - Former US President Ronald Reagan.

"This is Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, can I speak to General Harding please? Well yes, of course I understand he's extremely busy but I'm from NCIS. Naval Criminal..."

Tony hated chasing leads or checking alibis. No-one ever wanted to talk. Which didn't make sense considering it usually benefited the accused if they did. Take General Harding for example. His son had been arrested for murder and this would be the sixth attempt at calling him to reinforce the alibi provided.

Quite simply, it would make or break the case and tar Private Harding's credibility. Hopefully then, Ziva could get a confession...

"Really? Why thank you ma'am. And you are? Petty Officer Montana. Like the state. I'm sorry ma'am, no, don't hang up. What can you tell me about Private Harding? Really? Well, I think I may have to buy you a drink if that's true."

His team-mates appeared then, catching the latter part of the conversation. McGee didn't comment but the assassin at his side didn't look too best pleased.

Stepping over the papers scattered across the floor, Tim paced the length of the bullpen, getting his mind back into the case after their lunch break.

"Maybe if you put more effort into working as you do writing, you'll find something." Tony argued as he hung up, always the hypocrite with his feet up on his desk.

McGee actually wanted to punch him.

"Or you could help instead of flirting on the phone and watching me work."

"You call that working?" Tony pulled a face, grinning at the younger agent who simply glared back. "And don't even think about double teaming me." He jumped up, eyeing them cautiously.

"Ziva will hurt you." McGee lowered his voice and did his best mafia impression, earning a laugh from the woman in question.

Gibbs made his way down the stairs, barking for his team to follow as he passed.

"Boss!" Tony flew at his heels. "Our Private is a liar..."