"Drinks tonight, anyone?" Asked Tony, slinging his bag across his back.

Gibbs had actually released them before six for the first time in two weeks. They had finally got a cold case day after two weeks of back to back high-profile cases. Normally, a cold case day would be met with groans but after the *incident* yesterday with that reporter... Well, let's just say that the director was on the rampage. Gibbs had been torn apart twice (not that he was any better, his shouting made the probies scatter) and she had paced through the bullpen five times just to get Gibbs twitching. Ziva didn't even want to know how many cups of coffee he had consumed, she had stopped counting after the seventh (though McGee maintained it was his ninth).

"Anyone?" Tony repeated hopefully.

"Sure, I need one," McGee replied. "Ziva?"

"Not this time. I have other plans," she informed them.

That caught Tony's attention. Ziva swore his ears actually perked up.

"Planning on having a bit of fun tonight, Zee-vah?" he teased, going as far to waggle his eyebrows.

"Actually, yes," she said, deliberately misunderstanding him and unable to resist the urge to mess with him she added a coy smile.

"Ooh, who's the lucky guy?"

"A girl," she corrected, leading him on. "Several in fact." She upgraded to a sultry grin for good measure.

She wasn't exactly lying…Fakhir and Raphael couldn't make it tonight so it was just the girls this time.

"A-a girl?" he stuttered, eyes wide. He cleared his throat. "Several?"

Now McGee's attention had been caught. His eyes were darting between them curiously but he didn't speak up. Ziva prowled around her partner and got into his personal space.

"Oh yes," she said lowly into the back of his neck. His hairs were standing on end, "We plan to have a lot of…fun tonight."

Tony managed to make a strangled 'eeping' noise, rather like a baby chicken.

"Hey," barked Gibbs, suddenly reappearing with yet another coffee cup in hand (should she drop an anonymous note for Ducky to get him checked?). "I told you all to get out of here."

McGee and Ziva scrambled for the elevator in a whirl of half put on coats and bags.

"Tony?" she called, holding the elevator doors open for him as he was still standing, stunned, in the middle of the bullpen.

"He looks like he needs to be rebooted," McGee whispered to her with a grin, nodding towards Gibbs who was now poised behind him.

Tony noticed the looming shadow of Gibbs before he could receive a headslap (unfortunately) and turned to give him a wide grin.

"See you tomorrow, Boss," he said, darting towards them. "So about these lovely ladies?" he asked as the elevator doors shut and the began their descent.

"Yes, Tony?" she responded with raised eyebrows, wondering how far he would push.

"Um, what all do you get up to?"

"Oh, we play games, mostly," she replied with a knowing look. "We do have a favourite one that we play most often but there are problems."

"Problems?" he asked breathily to McGee's eyeroll.

She nodded, "Yes, we often, how do you say it, get all twisted up?"

Tony made the 'eep' noise again just as they arrived in the parking lot.

"Are you okay Tony? You're looking a little flushed," McGee teased, shifting his bag on his shoulders.

He nodded and ran to his car. She could almost see his imaginings trail out from his ears.

"I'll meet you at the bar, McGee," he said distractedly, loading his stuff into his back seat and driving off with a distracted wave.

Sighing and rolling his eyes, McGee turned to her, "It's your fault if he crashes."

"Is it my fault that his mind goes straight to the drains?"

"Gutters," McGee absentmindedly corrected. "And yes." He stared thoughtfully at her for a moment before giving her a smirk of his own, "It's your scrabble night tonight, isn't it?"

"Of course."