A/N: Sorry for the long wait, ya'll, but with three stories to manage and only about an hour a day to write the stories, read your reviews, and check EVERYTHING else...it gets a little hectic. Not that I'm complaining...I don't want anybody mad at me! So, shutting ups now.
Ziva had never slept better in her life. She awoke, and almost thought everything good had possibly been a dream, the same feeling she had every morning. Then she blinked, and brushed away the fabric that was Tony's shirt. She sighed happily and snuggled closer, to which Tony laughed. She could feel the laughter under the tips of her fingers, vibrating his rib bones, and it sent a joyous echo through her own veins.
"You snore." Tony said into her hair.
"So I've been told. I hope you did not just listen to my nose all night?"
"Nah-I slept. I slept great, actually."
"What time is it?"
"Early. Oh-six-hundred."
"What?" Ziva shrieked and leapt just stared at her.
"Problem, Miss David?"
"I slept in."
"Uh, your insane." She shot him a dangerous look. "It's a Sunday, anyways."
"We are still at work."
"But we don't technically have to work."
"What do you suggest we do then?"
He just gave her a mischevious smile.
"Get dressed." he said and stood up "And meet me at MTAC in 5." and before Ziva could say anything, Tony ran from the room.
"Wake up McProbie!" Tony yelled and kicked the door of Mcgee's room. "Abs, get up!" he shouted next, but this time, only tapped the door with his hand. Abby came to the door before McGee did, fully dressed, and a smile plastered on her face.
"Good MORNING, Tony!" she squealed and threw her arms around his neck, then stepped back one thirtieth of a second later."We have all of NCIS to ourselves!"
"I know. Wake up probie for me, mmkay?"
"Easier said than done, but a Scuito never turns down a challenge. Alright, maybe once or twice, but this one time, at band camp-" he held up a hand.
"I believe you, Abs. Now go wake up McGee."
"Yes sir, Senior Field Agent, SIR!" she said and saluted him, before turning on her heel, and marching towards the door. She pounded on it roughly.
"Go away DiNozzo." a voice said from within.
"McGee, it's me, and if you don't come out right this second, I shall pour some of that new Nucleic Acid shipment I was showing you right down your-" the door flew open. "Morning, McGee! We have NCIS all to ourselves."
"Tony." McGee said simply and Abby nodded happily.
"It's going to be so much fun!" she shrieked.
A/N: Whoa, my story is kinda flying out of bounds here. Oh well. I am calling on the help of ya'll. I need amazing ideas. What would YOU do if you had NCIS all to yourself? Send me a message, I need INSPARATION! And I will, of course, credit you on your genius.