Due to the recent major snowstorms in the North, I decided to do this three-part drabble about what might happen when Team Gibbs gets snowed in!

Abby stood in front of the large windows opposite the bullpen, jumping up and down enthusiastically. "I love snow!" she squealed. "When I get home, I'm totally going outside to play in it for hours!"

"I want to make a snow devil," Ziva announced. "It is something I have never done before."

"You make snow 'angels', Zee-vah," Tony corrected her.

"Oh." The beautiful Israeli looked confused by her latest mistake. "I have always wondered why they were called 'devils'. It seemed like an ugly way to defile this beautiful snow."

"Ziva, you should totally come home with me tonight," Abby offered. "We can have snowball fights with the nuns."

McGee looked up from his computer. "I'm not entirely certain that the nuns would know what to make of Ziva," he remarked.

After glaring angrily at McGee, Ziva turned back to Abby. "Thank you for the invitation, Abby, but I am afraid that I already have plans." She cut her eyes over to Tony, who winked knowingly.

"You got a twitch, DiNozzo?" Gibbs wanted to know, walking into the bullpen with a fresh cup of coffee in his hand.

"No, Boss!" Tony exclaimed. "I just uh…"

"He has a speck of dirt in his eye," Ziva lied quickly. Tony was coming over to her apartment after work to cook Italian food and watch a "Friends" marathon with her.

"Nobody's going home tonight," Gibbs declared, sitting down at his desk.

"We got a new case, Boss?" McGee asked eagerly.

"Nope. We're snowed in here," Gibbs replied. "And unfortunately, all the other government buildings are ahead of us on the list to be rescued."

"But what about my dog?" McGee exclaimed. "Somebody has to let Jethro out!"

"There goes my evening," Ziva complained.

"Mine, too," Tony agreed.

Abby raised her hand eagerly and waved it in the air wildly.

"What is it, Abby?" Gibbs wanted to know.

"Permission to go play in the snow, sir?" she requested smartly.

"Abby, it's twenty-seven degrees outside, and you're wearing fishnets, "McGee reminded her.

The gothic forensic scientist glanced down at her apparel. "Oops."

"Boss, what are we supposed to do until we get out of here?" Tony asked anxiously. "It could be a couple of days before the snowplows arrive."

Before Gibbs could reply, the lights flickered, and then the power went out completely.

"My computer!" McGee wailed.

"The heat!" Tony and Ziva exclaimed at the same time.

"Aww, hell," Gibbs muttered under his breath.

"We're all going to freeze to death!" Abby cried. "And I have on the least clothes of anybody, so I'll be the first to die!"

"You're not going to die, Abs," Gibbs assured her, getting up and putting his jacket around her shoulders. "Nobody's going to freeze to death."

"But it is going to get cold in here," Director Vance added, coming into the bullpen. "It'll be at least tomorrow morning before we get out of here."

"I can think of a few ways that we can stay warm," Tony said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

Gibbs smacked his Senior Field Agent on the back of the head. "Forget about it, DiNozzo."

"Yes, Boss!" Tony replied hastily, winking at Ziva nevertheless.

"Have you got a twitch, Agent DiNozzo?" Director Vance wanted to know.

"It's dust," McGee, Abby, Ziva and Tony chorused in unison.

I've got the rest written, so let me know if you want the next two parts!