Saturday morning, Gibbs woke up alone. It wasn't a complete surprise. In fact, the only thing that surprised him was when she was able to get up and leave without waking him. That happened more often than he would have thought possible. Looking at the clock he saw it was just before 7 a.m. This was sleeping in for him. He climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom to take a shower.

10 minutes later he stepped out with the towel wrapped around his waist. He was digging through his dresser for clothes when his cell rang. Glancing at the ID, he saw it was the Director. He thought about not answering it, but he did. "Gibbs."

"I need you on weekend duty."

"Good morning to you, too."

"Look, I'm not any happier about being up this early on a Saturday than you are so let's not play cute, okay?"

"Aww, you think I'm cute." Gibbs pulled a pair of boxers out of a drawer and opened another to look for a shirt.

"Cut the crap, Agent Gibbs. Agent Johnston's team had to pull out today. His kid was in an accident and they were already one agent down."

"His son alright?"

"Should be. He's staying at the hospital for now though."

"I'll call DiNozzo and McGee. Where's the crime scene?"

"Don't have one yet. Just wanted you to be aware that we may need you today. I'll have Cynthia call and let you know when and if we do."

"I'll be here," Gibbs said and hung up the phone. He knew he shouldn't have answered it. He quickly got dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He would worry about changing if they got a case. First he had to call Tony and McGee and let them know the great news.

Downstairs he grabbed the phone off the kitchen wall. He quickly dialed Tony's number as he prepared his coffee. To his surprise, Abby had already added the coffee grounds and water to the craft before she left. That's new, he thought with a smile. Tony's phone continued to ring with no answer. Gibbs tried Tony's cell next. After finally going to voice mail, Gibbs cursed under his breath and dialed McGee.

"House of Pie!" a woman said answering the phone.

Gibbs was about to hang up, thinking he had somehow dialed the wrong number when he heard McGee in the background. "Sarah! What did I tell you about answering the phone like that? It could be work!" There was some slight rustling as McGee took the phone from his sister. "Hello?"

"Do you have coconut?" Gibbs didn't have to see his Junior Agent to know he was blanched of all color.

"Boss. Hi. Sorry about that. Its just Sarah, you know. She thinks its funny to get me fired." He laughed nervously.

"We have to take over weekend duty today."

"Really?" McGee said, sounding a little too pleased with the idea. "I'll get ready and be there soon."

"We don't have a case yet. Just letting you know."

"I'll see you in about 10 minutes, Boss."

Gibbs heard Sarah whining in the background about him not going somewhere with her now. "Ah, I get it. Might as well come to the house then. Hey, do you know where DiNozzo is?"

"I think he was going out last night. Isn't he answering his phone?"

"If he had would I have asked you where he was?"

"I see your point."

Gibbs hung up his phone and started the coffee maker. About half way into his first cup, McGee arrived. He tried walking in the back door, but it was locked. Gibbs got up from the table and unlocked the door.

"Something wrong, Boss?" McGee asked.

"No. Why?"

"Your door is never locked."

"Abby-" Gibbs said before he could catch himself.

"Abby was here?"

"Yeah, she was checking up on me last night. Again. Seems to think something is wrong with me. She always locks the door behind her when she leaves."

"Ah. Brought you a coffee." McGee held up the foam cup that Gibbs somehow hadn't noticed before.

"Thanks," he said taking it.

"Oh no, thank you. Sarah wanted me to go shopping with her for a dress for someone's wedding. I really didn't want to go."

"Dress shopping? Sounds like torture."

"I'd rather be water boarded," he muttered. "Hey, did you ever get a hold of Tony?"

"No," Gibbs said, pulling out his cell checking it to see if somehow he had missed his call. "Called his cell and his apartment phone."

McGee took his phone out and started pushing at a bunch of different keys. "I sent him a text telling him to call me. He's probably still sleeping."

"Probably." Gibbs sat back down at the table with both cups of coffee and a newspaper. "Get whatever you want to eat." 20 minutes later, a plate was set down in front of Gibbs. "What is this?" he asked looking over his glasses at the guy across the table from him.

"Pancakes."

"Well, yeah, I can see that. Why do I have pancakes?"

"I thought you would be hungry." Gibbs continued to stare at him. "You said make whatever."

"I had stuff to make pancakes?"

"I made them from scratch."

Gibbs took off his glasses. "You can make pancakes from scratch?"

"You don't cook much do you, Boss?"

Gibbs back door opened and Abby walked in. "I thought I locked-," she stopped in her tracks when she saw the two guys looking at her. She couldn't help but chuckle. "What is going on here?"

"McGee made pancakes."

Abby sat down in the chair next to Gibbs. "I see." She pulled his plate over in front of her and took a bite.

"Good?" he asked. She nodded and hummed in approval. "What are you doing here now? I told you last night when you came over to check in on me I was fine." Gibbs had to tell Abby somehow what he had told McGee and this was the best way to do it.

"Director Vance called and said you got the weekend duty and may need me later. So I drove half way to work. And I'm glad I did. Pancakes!" She took another bite.

Gibbs stood from the table and went to throw away the empty foam cup. Noticing extra pancakes on a plate, he took some. Might as well eat, he thought.

"Hey, do you know where Tony is?" McGee asked Abby.

She finished chewing her food, looking at him concerned. "You can't find Tony?"

"Haven't been able to get a hold of him," Gibbs said sitting back down. He took a bit of the pancakes. They were really good.

Abby took her cell out and called Tony. "Straight to voice mail," she said hanging it up.

"Battery must've died," said McGee. "It was ringing earlier."

Abby quickly finished her pancakes. She put her plate in the sink and walked over to McGee. "Thanks, Timmy," she said while giving him a hug from behind. She headed for the back door.

"Where are you going?" McGee asked.

"To see if Tony is home. Someone should check on him."

"She been acting strange to you lately?" McGee asked once she was gone.

"She's Abby. It's all strange to me."

"Ok, yeah, that's true. But something seems…I don't know, different."

Gibbs took a couple more bites of his pancakes before answering. "She misses Ziva."

McGee took a sip of his water. "We all do." They sat in silence for a few more minutes. "So, how's the boat coming along?"

Gibbs chuckled. McGee hadn't been over in quite some time. "She sails like a dream."

"She sails? You finished it?"

"A few months ago." Gibbs looked at McGee, who was drinking more of his water. "You're not going to ask how I got it out?"

"You broke the bottle." Gibbs laughed. McGee had once asked how Gibbs planned on getting the boat out of the basement. Gibbs told him it was a lot like getting a ship out of a bottle; you break the bottle. McGee didn't quite understand what Gibbs meant then. Honestly, he still didn't. He just chalked it up to what Abby would call Gibbs' black magic.

A few minutes later the phone rang. "Yeah?" Gibbs said, answering it.

"He isn't here Gibbs. I don't even think he came home last night. The bed is still made."

"How did you get in?"

"I used my key."

"You have a key to Tony's apartment?"

"Does that bother you?"

"Nope," he lied. "Alright, just come on back if you want."

Abby sighed. "I'm worried about him, Gibbs."

"I'm sure he's fine, Abby." Though he didn't fully believe it himself.

McGee walked up to Gibbs. "She find him?" he asked.

Gibbs shook his head. "I know you are, but he will turn up. McGee said he was going out last night. He's probably with a girl somewhere."

"Then why isn't he answering his cell?"

"The battery probably died or he turned it off."

"He's never supposed to be unreachable!"

"Abby, he didn't know we were supposed to be working this weekend. Will you just come home?" He ignored McGee's raised eyebrows.

She didn't seem to notice what he had said at all. "Do you think Tony even makes his bed?"

Gibbs gave up and handed the phone to McGee. He could hear them carrying on a conversation in the living room Come home? Smooth. He took a long sip from a new cup of coffee. He felt it was going to be a long day.