Twelve hours later the teams were reunited.

"We did good!" Angela exclaimed. The two teams including Ducky, Jimmy, and minus Gibbs were currently seated at the diner enjoying celebratory coffee and pie.

"You all make the FBI seem not quite so bad." Tony voiced.

Booth took some offense, "Hey, there is nothing wrong with the FBI!"

"Objectively speaking the FBI is a very good agency. They do many criminals."

Abby explained, "The FBI guys who usually swoop in to steal out cases, are not nice guys, they almost threw Tony in jail!"

"They did throw me in Jail, Abs, and you helped."

"But I got you out!"

"That you did, thanks for that."

Brennen looked somewhat puzzled, "You can't base your opinion of an entire government agency by the conduct of one person or group of people."

"Who do you usually deal with?" Booth interrupted, he was curious.

"Agent Fornell and his lackeys. Fornell does not really "play" well with our boss."

Tony supplied and Abby amended,

"That is an understatement, Tony; they are always ready to tear each others heads off!"

Booth remembered Fornell.

"No one at the FBI really likes Fornell either."

"Good to know it's not just us."

Over across the room at a tale Ducky, Cam, Jimmy, and Zack sat discussing the odd cases both teams had seen.

"We once had a case were all that I had of the victim was her eyeballs. They had been sent in mail to a young lieutenant. Poor young, man killed himself."

Zack's eyes were the size of saucers as he listened to the Scotsman's stories. Jimmy gave his fair share of input and Cam supplied her own odd cases.

"We a body, that had all the bones removed, and the flesh sewn back, around the organs. Turns out she was killed to be the bride for a young man who died without marrying. It was some sort of Chinese tradition."

Ducky had heard of it of course and have a rather long speech on the subject.

Elsewhere in another booth Angela, McGee, Hodgins, and Ziva sat. McGee was hunkered over a laptop typing furiously.

"McGee, slow down, man, your going to break that thing." Hodgins was watching McGee's finger fly across the key boards at lightning speed.

Ziva turned to glare, "You better not be writing another book McGee."

McGee ignored them all.

"He's a writer?" Angela inquired.

"Yes, you know the novel Deep Six?" Ziva replied in a not so thrilled tone.

"Yeah, I love that book!' Angela was a little too enthusiastic, and then is hit her, "Your Officer Lisa!"

"Although, McGee denies it yes, I believe I am." Ziva frowned at McGee before continuing with words aimed at McGee, "You better hope Tony does not see you, he might just kill you." The writer was not fazed.

"We know a little something about writers borrowing from the workplace." Hodgins was glancing over at Brennen as he stated this, "Hey, where's you boss at?"

"Same place he always is. His basement" Ziva continued after seeing the confused faces, "Drinking Bourbon and building a boat."

"He's building a boat in his basement?" Angela was still trying to picture it and Hodgins voiced the question everyone asked when the saw or heard about the boat.

"How is he going to get it out?"