May 23
A constant friend is a thing rare and hard to find. – Plutarch
"Chocolate cake, party poppers, balloons… Do you think we should hire a stripper?"
Abby looked deep into McGee's eyes, willing him to agree with her.
"Why would we need a stripper?" McGee wondered. "I thought Tony's birthday was next month."
She glared at him. "This isn't for Tony. It's for us!"
"And why would we need a stripper?" he inquired, a completely confused look on his face.
"Because we need to celebrate! We broke the case!"
"After being up for fifty hours straight," McGee complained. "I'd prefer more sleep."
The Goth scowled. "We found the crucial evidence on a hard drive that had been wiped clean seven times," she pointed out. "It's impossible! Well, at least it was very hard to find."
"Surely we should just be glad that we cracked the case," McGee commented. "And refined our skills in the process."
"Do you want some chocolate cake?" she queried, enjoying the twinkle in his eyes.
"Of course," he answered.
"Then answer the question. Should we hire a stripper?"
"No," he decided. "But we could play a prank on Tony instead."
Her mind started to whir. "I like it," she grinned. "We could hack into his computer and cause havoc."
McGee grinned back. "I have his bank details."
They continued to smile as they set to work, only pausing for more cake.