The team spilled into Tony's apartment, arms full of pizza, bags of different kinds of pop and melting ice cream, talking, teasing and laughing. The girls fell onto the couch in his livingroom, while the guys dropped everything they were carrying to close the door and turn on lights.

Tony eyed Abby and Ziva. "Let's go lazy bones, pizza's getting cold."

Ziva frowned at him. "Just bring the boxes over here Tony, we can eat right out of the box and then you will not have dishes to do."

"Abby, the ice cream..." McGee started, but Abby jumped up and made a mad dash for the grocery bags.

"Save the ice cream!" she hollered, running into the kitchen with two containers of soggy ice cream that needed to find an immediate home in Tony's already crowded freezer. Abby jerked a few unimportant looking things out and sighed happily once the desserts were safely tucked into the coldness.

"Hey Abs!" Tony protested. "That stuff goes in there you know."

Abby faced him, hands on her hips. "It can't be more important than making sure the ice cream is frozen." She crossed her arms and looked him over. "Please tell me you have proper toppings for sundaes."

Tony bit his lip. "Umm..." rummaging through an overstuffed cupboard, he came up with a partial container of chocolate sprinkles and a small bottle of Hershey's syrup. "Will this do?" he asked hopefully.

Abby sighed. "I guess it will have to. Hey Ziva," she called.

"Yeah?" came the relaxed voice from the Israeli ninja who was currently making herself very comfortable on Tony's couch.

"What do you want to drink? May as well decide while we're all in here."

Ziva rolled her eyes and dragged herself slowly into the kitchen. "I do not even remember what we bought."

McGee pulled open the fridge door and surveyed their selection. "Cream soda and energy drinks, as insisted on by Abby because they didn't have Caf-Pow; Pepsi; some weird looking drink Tony picked out; and that carbonated juice I like."

Ziva considered her choices. "Water," she said at last.

Tony groaned. "Come on Ziva, can you not get just a little more interesting than water?"

She stared straight at him and fingered the triangle shaped magnet of a pyramid on the front of his fridge. The silent message was communicated with ease and Tony turned his back to her to get out glasses.

"Abby?" McGee asked.

"I'll take one of the energy drinks Tim, need to stay awake for the movie marathon."

"Speaking of which," Tony spoke up.

"At least wait until we are in the livingroom before you start talking about your movie collection," Ziva practically begged.

"Tony?" McGee asked. "Preference for a drink?"

Tony shrugged. "Whatever is fine, McNanny. Surprise me."

"Oh no," Tim protested, "not happening. Because you won't like whatever I pick and then you'll complain about it until you've finally finished the drink just so you can get what you actually wanted in the first place." He left the last glass for Tony, grabbing a bottle of the sparkling orange-mango juice. "If you can't be specific, get your own."

"Specificity only applies to Rule #7 Probie," Tony called after him, as the rest of the group made their way back to his livingroom.

It was actually a very nice room. Aside from the big screen TV, expensive DVD player, and surround sound speakers mounted on the walls, there was also a nice, three person couch with a coffee table in front, a two comfy chairs - a Lazyboy and one with a matching footstool. One wall was floor to almost ceiling shelves, proudly displaying Tony's extensive DVD collection. For now, the girls had claimed the couch, stretching out and getting comfortable, so he and McGee resigned themselves to spending at least the first movie on the chairs.

Abby snuggled down in the couch cushions, hugging one of the throw pillows to her. "We need blankets," she announced.

Tony raised his eyebrows. "Blankets?"

"All the times you've had movie nights and you didn't know that you need to be curled up in a blanket to enjoy it?"

Tony shook his head slowly. "Sorry Abs, can't say as I've heard that one before."

Abby sighed. "You are missing out." She stared at him pointedly when he didn't move. "Blankets?"

"Oh, right." Tony stood in the center of the room for a minute before snapping his fingers. "Aha! I've got it." He strode over to the storage closet and began digging through the pile of things crammed in there. It was the place for everything that didn't have anywhere else to go. After a few minutes in which the rest of the team watched in mild amusement, Tony emerged triumphantly, pulling out a Rubbermaid tote and a large mesh bag containing rolled up sleeping bags.

Ziva's eyebrows lifted. "Are you going camping, Tony?"

"I do, sometimes, with my frat brothers. But haven't been in awhile. Still, if anyone ends up wanting to sit on the floor, sleeping bags will make the experience more enjoyable."

Abby looked at him skeptically. "And my blankets?"

"Come check out this tote Abs, that's my whole collection. Take your pick."

Abby hurried over and dug through the container. "Ooh...fuzzy blankets Tony. Good call."

"Glad you approve of the selection Abs," Tony smiled.

Once Abby was happily cocooned in her chosen blanket, McGee in the chair next to her, with Tony and Ziva on the other side of the room so to speak, Tony finally got to bring up the topic of movies again.

Placing his hands behind his head, he grinned. "So, since Abby suggested a James Bond marathon, we have a plethora of choices for you tonight. There are twenty-two Bond films in all, starring every good looking man from the legendary Sean Connery, to the stylish Roger Moore, the smooth-talking Timothy Dalton to the suave, 1990's version of Bond played by Pierce Brosnan. Anyone have any requests?"

Ziva shrugged. "I have not seen any of them, I do not care."

Tony's eyes almost bugged right out of his head. "What? How can you have known me for three years and not seen any Bond movies?" He frowned at her. "Do they not have James Bond in Israel?"

"Not part of the Mossad basic training program Tony," Ziva said flatly.

He rolled his eyes. "Then tonight, you're going to enjoy the chance of a lifetime to witness one of the greatest secret agent's this world has every seen." He scanned the room. "How about the rest of you?"

McGee exchanged looks with Abby. "I played the video game a couple times. And I may have seen one of the movies...once. I don't remember which one though."

"Oh come on!" Tony griped. "I'm working with an uncultured hoard of..." he trailed off when he saw the glares being aimed at him, "...of my dearest friends that have unfortunately missed out on one of the best film series in the history of the world." He tried to redeem himself and looked pleadingly at Abby.

"Abs?" he begged. "Please tell me you've seen the Bond movies."

She shrugged. "A couple, with my brother, the Roger Moore ones maybe? I don't really know. Sorry Tony," Abby tried to explain, "my parents were both deaf, movies weren't a big thing in our household. But I know you like them, you talk about them all the time."

"Huh," Tony said dejectedly before brightening. "Well, I guess we'll just go with my favourites, one or two from every Bond 'era'. Any arguments?" He barely paused for a breath, leaving no time for any actual protests. "Okay then. Let's start off with Sean Connery in From Russia with Love and work our way up to Pierce Brosnan's The World is Not Enough. Sound good?"

Ziva crossed her arms and eyed him. "Exactly how many movies are we watching tonight Tony?"

He grinned. "As many as we can stay awake for Zee-vah." Scanning his DVD library, he plucked the one he was looking for off the shelf. "Here it is folks." He slid it into the DVD player and fiddled with the settings until he was satisfied. "Prepare to be amazed."

Abby leaned forward and opened up the pizza boxes that had patiently been waiting for them on the coffee table. Steam rose and all four eagerly dug into their late supper. Abby was just happy to be here with her family, spending the evening outside of work. Ziva had never done a movie marathon before and was a little skeptical, but willing to give it a shot. McGee was hoping to end up next to Abby at some point tonight so they could hold hands. There certainly wouldn't be any sneaking kisses, not with Tony and Ziva sitting right there.

Tony chewed a large mouthful of extra cheesy meat lovers pizza and looked around at his friends. That's what they were, not just his co-workers, but his friends and surrogate family. And while he might tease McGee until the younger agent nearly broke down, annoy and flirt with Ziva until he was on her hit list, he truly valued the relationships they shared. He looked out for Abby and she for him. Boss and the Director kept them in line and out of trouble. Ducky never ran out of stories to tell and Jimmy made an okay sidekick, he guessed. At this stage in his life, he was probably more content with how things were than he'd ever been. It was a great feeling.

The opening music began to play and Tony glued his eyes to the screen. "Okay guys, just some background. Sean Connery played James Bond for five years. Him leaving was a great loss for the franchise, but he came back for an additional film in '71." He paused for a breath but didn't get a chance to finish.

Ziva leaned close and whispered to him. "I still carry my knife, Tony."

He gave her a dirty look, but stopped with the trivia while the movie played. After the first film, which was interrupted by the group's attempt to explain certain things to Ziva that she did not understand, Tony slid a new one in, Goldfinger this time. It was one of his favourites and Tony was too busy absorbing the story to even start to tell them about the great special effects and the amazing stunts.

Before Tony could press play on Roger Moore's Live and Let Die, Abby insisted they put the pizza away and make popcorn. Nobody had any arguments with that, and they took a few minutes to put things away and straighten up. Tony made it back before either of the girls and seat scammed Ziva's place on the couch. He stared straight ahead and didn't even glance over when her glare tried to penetrate his skull. But Ziva didn't protest, she just chose a blanket from the tote and made herself comfortable in the chair, stretching out her legs to rest on the footstool.

As that had been McGee's spot, he was momentarily confused about where to be when he came back in the room. Eventually shrugging, he took over the Lazyboy, not having enough nerve to take Abby's seat and not particularly wanting to share the couch with Tony anyways. Abby came back with two bowls of popcorn. One got put on the coffee table and was fair game, the other was held firmly in her lap.

Tony snatched one piece and nearly got his hand smacked, so he stuck to the community bowl. The Goth took note of the changes in seating but remained silent, content to hang out on the couch with her big brother, but still planning to find some way to cuddle with her boyfriend at some point over the course of the evening.

"This is such a classic movie guys. Live and Let Die. 1973. James Bond vs. voodoo priests and heroine smugglers. And of course, ending up with a really hot chick at the end."

Abby tossed a handful of popcorn at him. "We can watch the movie for ourselves, thank you 'Ducky'," she teased. "A play by play is not necessary."

Tony fell silent and pouted for the first ten minutes, then got caught up in the storyline again. The team seemed to be enjoying the movie marathon. Even Ziva was paying attention, even if she occasionally scoffed at the obvious fakeness of the fight scenes.

"I could take him out with a flick of my wrist," she announced at one point, "why do they have to be so above the top like that?"

"Over the top," Tony murmured, "and I think you'd have to be born here and not an ninja to appreciate it."

Ziva wrinkled her nose at him and turned her attention back to the screen.

By the end of that one, it was already early morning, and yawns were starting to float around the circle. Tony gamely put in another movie and offered to refill popcorn bowls, but no one cared anymore so he took them back to the kitchen. When he returned, Abby and McGee were sitting on the floor in front of the couch on top of a couple sleeping bags, sharing a blanket. And Ziva had switched to the Lazyboy chair and had it extended fully so she was almost lying down. Tony had a feeling that he would be enjoying For Your Eyes Only all by himself.

NCIS

When Saturday morning sunshine was streaming in the room the next morning, quite a different picture presented itself. McGee and Abby had both ended up in the sleeping bags, and lay cuddled together on the floor beside the coffee table, Abby using McGee as a pillow. Ziva had fallen asleep curled up in the Lazyboy, while Tony stretched out on the couch and got a fairly restful sleep.

Ziva was the first one to wake. She smiled at her co-workers before nudging Tony. "Good morning," she said softly.

Tony groaned and stretched. "'Morning," he said groggily. "Hey, who gave the lovebirds permission to be PDAing on my floor?"

"Let them sleep Tony," Ziva admonished, "they look...sweet."

Tony raised an eyebrow at her. "Sweet? I don't do sweet, Zee-vah."

She rolled her eyes. "I did not know we were planning a sleep together." Tony's mouth fell open and Ziva squinted at him. "What?" she shrugged, "Did I get it wrong?"

"Ah...I think you mean 'sleep over' Ziva." Tony scrunched up his face. "Sleep together is...well..."

Ziva got the picture and waved her hands. "No, no, I did not mean that." Then she frowned. "But we did all sleep together, yes?"

"Well, there's 'sleep together' and then there's sleep together. I..." he could see a hole being dug and gave up. "Never mind."

"What should we have for breakfast?" Ziva asked, looking down at her wrinkled clothes and wishing she could shower and change. She reached up to feel her hair, which was mostly presentable because of the ponytail she was wearing.

"Up for five minutes and you're already thinking about breakfast?" Tony complained, closing his eyes again. "I don't know. I'm having pizza."

Ziva screwed up her face. "Pizza, for breakfast?"

He opened one eye to look at her. "You really do not understand American culture at all, do you Ziva?"

"What does pizza have to do with culture?"

Tony shook his head sadly. "Because you missed out on the all-American college experience, let me enlighten you Ziva. At college, the undergrads pretty much live off of pizza. It gets eaten cold, microwaved, oven warmed, day old, week old, in the box, out of the box, on paper plates and off napkins, any time of the day or day of the week. Pizza is a staple American food and once you've eaten it in college," he grinned, "it's good for any meal."

"You are disgusting," Ziva informed him, "and crazy."

"I will take that as a compliment," Tony told her, enjoying the look on her face.

Ziva muttered something in Hebrew and turned away from him.

"Do you mind?" Abby's voice drifted up from the floor. "Some of us are trying to sleep here."

Tony gradually sat up. "Sorry Abs, but according the ninja's internal alarm clock, it's time to be awake. We were just discussing breakfast. You want pizza? Or are you and McLover down there planning on living off something else?" Abby couldn't see his grin but Tony still had to duck the sofa pillow that came flying at his head.

"I'm good with pizza," Abby said, finally making it to a sitting position. She shook McGee's shoulder. "Timmy, wake up."

"Don't want to go to work," McGee mumbled.

Abby smiled and kissed his temple. "Good, because it's Saturday and we have plans. Come on, up." She tugged on his arm and McGee's eyes finally opened.

"Morning," he said slowly, wishing they were alone so he could kiss Abby good morning. But Abby didn't seem to mind the audience and leaned down to touch his lips lightly with hers.

"Morning yourself sleepyhead."

"Aw guys, come on," Tony protested. "There are some things we just don't need to see."

Abby glared at him. "Then don't look Tony."

Ziva crossed her arms. "I am not having pizza for breakfast."

"With you there Ziva," McGee agreed. "Pizza is not breakfast food. Do you have omelette ingredients Tony?"

The senior field agent shrugged. "I've got eggs and cheese. Not sure about what else. Help yourself though."

"I will help you make omelettes McGee," Ziva said, getting out of the chair. "Let Tony and Abby enjoy their 'American culture', we will have real breakfast food."

"Works for me," Tim followed her into the kitchen.

Tony and Abby followed, returning to the livingroom moments later with cold pizza on plates. Tony's kitchen was too small for all four of them to be in at the same time.

"So everyone is coming to my place for dinner, yes?" Ziva called. The answer was unanimous. "Who will call Ducky and Jimmy?"

"I will," Abby volunteered.

"Gibbs and Jenny?" Ziva asked, expertly cracking eggs into the frying pan.

There was no answer. McGee was busy searching out other things in Tony's fridge that could be safely added to their omelettes.

"How about you Tony?" she finally suggested.

"Uh, I don't know Ziva. Calling the boss, for something unrelated to work?" he glanced at Abby pleadingly. "Switch with you Abs? I'd love to extend the invitation to Ducky and the Autopsy Gremlin."

Abby's eyes twinkled and she shook her head. "It will be good for you Tony. Suffering builds character."

Tony could feel himself breaking out into a sweat. "I don't know about this."

"Eat your pizza Tony. You don't have to worry about it right now," Abby told him, "we won't even have to make phone calls until around lunch. Some people like to sleep in on Saturdays." Her tone suggested that Ziva wasn't quite familiar with that tradition yet.

Several minutes later Ziva and McGee re-entered the room, carrying perfectly cooked vegetarian omelettes with them.

Tony grinned. "Still got four movies left. Any one up for a little more, 'Bond, James Bond'?" He imitated the inflection.

Ziva rolled her eyes, Abby and McGee just shrugged. Tony took all non-protests as a yes and gleefully selected Octopussy as the next movie. A now very familiar theme song filled the room and all was silent as the team watched 007 in action.