'Tis A Gift

The conversation of the agents ping-ponged around the squad room. It was like listening to a verbal tennis match.

"Women," Tony said.

"Of course you would say that," from Ziva with a roll of the eyes.

"Well …yeah," Tony said with a grin.

"Fine," Ziva said with a sigh. "Then … men."

"Why Miss David," Tony said with a smile. "I had no idea."

She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Sherlock Holmes," McGee said, softly, wanting to contribute, but not being sure of the rules.

"That's a good one, Probie," Tony said. "I mean, to each his own, right?" McGee smiled.

"Bert," said Abby. Tony looked at her. She steeled her glare and said again, "Bert."

"Fine," Tony said, his hands in the air in mock surrender. "Bert."

"Thank you," Abby said.

"A lack of tofu in our diets," from Tony.

"Vinegar and baking soda," from McGee. That drew a laugh.

"The Director," Ziva said with a slight smile and nod.

Tony turned quickly, expecting to see Director Sheppard standing on the stairs. He looked at Ziva with an expression that clearly said, "You're kidding, right?" She held up her passport.

"Ah," Tony said, understanding. "OK, then …," he said. "I'd have to agree. The Director."

Ziva looked surprised. Tony held up his promotion papers. Ziva shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"The new PlayStation 3?" McGee offered.

"You are a strange man, McGee," Tony said, shaking his head. "But again … to each his own."

"Forensics!" Abby said, with a fist in the air and a triumphant look on her face. "And Instant Death in Concert."

Tony and Ziva exchanged a glance and a shudder.

There was a pause.

"Gibbs," Abby said, quietly. They all looked at her. "Post-coma," she amended.

"Gibbs," McGee said.

"Gibbs," Tony echoed, with a nod.

"Gibbs," Ziva said, leaning back in her chair.

"What?" Gibbs said, as he came around the corner. The four team members in the bullpen all sat up straighter in their chairs, startled at his appearance.

"You're all calling my name," Gibbs said, with a touch of annoyance. He looked at the group. "What?"

McGee stammered. "We're … uh … we were just …"

"Spit it out, McGee," Gibbs said, with frustration.

"We were just talking about things we were thankful for, Boss," Tony said, with a small smile.

There was silence as Gibbs looked again at the assembled group.

"OK then," he said.

As he walked around the corner and up the stairs, he made a mental note to let everyone go home early.

Happy Thanksgiving!