March 31

"If you limit your actions in life to the things that nobody can possibly find fault with, you will not do much." - Lewis Carroll.

Leroy Jethro Gibbs cast a glance over his team.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. If anything, things were normal today. Hunting down their suspect still, the agents were too busy for distractions. Although sometimes, that didn't stop them...

"I went skinny-dipping once." Tony announced unceremoniously to the team, not even looking up from the report he'd been scanning. "My Dad caught me, of all people. You know what he said to me?"

"Are you aware you're talking aloud, Tony?" Tim piped up, a look of confusion and entertainment across his face. Ziva on the other hand, simply smiled. Gibbs waited for Tony to continue, knowing the younger agent's boredom made him want to fill the silence.

"Forget it, I was just trying to make conversation."

"My father caught me stealing an orange from his desk once." Ziva admitted.

"But you're his daughter." Tim argued. "Did you still get in trouble?"

She nodded. "I had disrespected him."

An awkward silence fell over the group, no-one quite knowing what to say to that. Until-

"What about you Mc-Squeaky-Clean? You must have done something unruly." Gibbs saw the blush across his cheeks, as did Tony. "How do I know this is going to be good?"

McGee glanced nervously over at his boss, clearly waiting for him to say something to stop the conversation. When he didn't, he turned back to Tony. "It doesn't matter."

"Did you get caught under the bleachers or something? The library maybe? Come on Probie, entertain us!"

Tony's eyes met Gibbs', who simply shrugged. Why shouldn't his team have a break? They worked damn hard and the work always got done... He must've needed another coffee. The caffeine withdrawal had screwed his brain.

"Yay or nay, McStud..."