"Right boss. No lying." Figuring he didn't have anything better to do - and it would be more interesting to think over a drink than in the office staring at the ceiling - he got up from his chair and grabbed the bag he always brought along. Slinging it over his shoulder he hurried after Gibbs, sliding past the elevator doors right before they shut.

"Where are we going to drink?" He inquired, wanting to know if they were going to walk to one of the nearby pub-type places or if they were going to drive somewhere. He didn't have a preference, just wanted to know. That and he didn't want to end up going to the same place Ziva and the rest had.