AN: Unbeta'd - all issues are mine.

Sequel to "STEP UP"-- starts off right before Thanksgiving. The first chapter is quite short but stick with it and I hope I won't let you down. I love feedback and would love to hear what you all have to say!

Gibbs had actually taken the time to drive up to his father's house for the long-weekend. McGee and Abby were headed to his aunt's house in Norfolk; her family was too far for her to justify the drive in her gas-guzzling hearse.

Tony paced the aisles, ready for the evening to end and his long weekend of sports and gluttony to begin. Not as if he had anywhere specific to enjoy such pursuits. Just that he wanted to be anywhere other than the office.

"So. Big plans for the long weekend?" he asked, leaning against the cubicle wall. His eyes lazily flicked to the email she was typing, not able to decipher the Hebrew.

"I do not celebrate Thanksgiving, Tony," she said simply as she continued to type her letter.

"Well obviously, Zee-vah," he drawled. "It isn't celebrating Israel's independence from the oppressive British Rule, is it?"


"But that doesn't mean that you can't enjoy the true American Spirit! You have been here for years, after all. The festivities begin with Thursday where you gorge yourself on entirely too much food. And then Friday, we wake up at the butt-crack-o-dawn and, in true consumerist fashion, go on a marathon shopping spree for all those Christmas presents for your loved ones!" Tony spread his heads to point to the desks surrounding them before pointing not-so-subtly back at himself.

She stopped typing and leaned back in her chair, folding her hands on her stomach and watching his antics with a wry grin.

"That would be helpful. If I celebrated Christmas. Which I do not."

Tony slid a half-frown onto his face. "The inevitable flaw to the plan."

"Tradition usually does throw a hink into the works, yes?"

"Kink," he corrected.

Ziva shrugged, grabbing her jacket and backpack before standing. "Come with me. I will show you my plans for this weekend."

Ziva never offered to include him into her private life and Tony wasn't about to look a gift-horse in the mouth. He grabbed his coat and bag, following close at her heels as they left the already darkened building for the evening.