A/N: So, I've had this idea rolling around in my head for some time. Abby obviously (Come on, it's Abby!) knows how Tony feels about Ziva. I mean, that scene in Reunion… "It's your move Ziva, and you'd better make it a good one!" Pre s7 post s6, probably taking place somewhere in the middle of those Finding Ziva flashbacks in ToC. Read, review and enjoy. SORRY for putting this up instead of MU or Kaleidoscope!

Tony's brow furrowed as he stared at Abby. "What kind of a truth or dare question is that?"

"A valid one," Abby challenged, raising an eyebrow. "Do you love Ziva?"

"Abby!" Tim protested, seeing the slightly frightened, slightly deer-in-the-headlights expression on his new partner slash best friend's face. "Give the man some room to breathe," he murmured gently, pulling Abby back from her place about two inches from Tony's face.

Abby glared at Tim as she leaned back. "I'm not letting up on you," she chuckled, turning her bright lamps back onto the rather intimidated Senior Field Agent.

Tony's lips twitched a moment, but overall his demeanor remained in a rather… flat… expression.

Cocking her head, the forensics expert raised her eyebrow even higher than before. "You should have picked dare if you didn't want to spill your innermost secrets."

He snorted, looking away and tilting his head back. "Abby, I killed her lover and betrayed her trust. I did it for her. She still almost killed me, in Tel Aviv. So, whatever my answer would be, does it matter? Ziva is half a world away."

"Doesn't mean she can't love you back," Abby protested forcefully. "Just answer the question, Tony."

"Have you even heard from her?" Tony replied quietly. His green eyes bored into hers powerfully for a moment before he blinked and looked away, towards the cell phone that he kept always on, which sat on his coffee table. Tim and Abby followed his gaze, and Abby sighed quietly.

"No."

"Have we found any new leads?"

"No."

"What's it matter?" he sighed, placing his head heavily into his hands.

"Tony," Tim tried to say comfortingly, but failed and only managed to sound rather like someone was strangling him. Tony looked up and Tim continued. "It matters if it matters to you that we find her."

"It matters," he whispered, voice rough with emotion.

Abby gulped, looking between the two men, not wanting to say it but also wanting to know. It would slightly ruin the serious vibe in the room, but to her, that was not such a bad thing. Her apartment had been a happy place until about a minute ago.

"Tony, I would really like to know if… it's a yes or no to my… question…" Abby got quieter with each pause until she trailed off into silence, his smoky green eyes dangerously examining her nervous face.

He turned his face fully to hers and released a heavy sigh. "Dammit, Abby!" Tony cursed. "What do you think?"

"Well, actually I know it's yes, because Timmy's already told me, but I want you to- tell…" She trailed off again at the slightly murderous look in Tony's eyes as he glared at McGee.

"Probie, I shall kill you," Tony growled.

McGee erased his "___ days without being called Probie" mental billboard. He should never have told Abby. Damn Tony for being such a damn honest drunk. "Tony, I'm sorry, she's an extortionist!"

"Don't I know it," Tony muttered. "Yeah, Abby, I reckon I do love Ziva."

Abby smiled triumphantly, her eyes remaining sympathetic for Tony at the same time as her fingers eagerly squeezed Tim's hand.

"Say it again," she commanded, taking as much joy from this as if she was Ziva.

"I love Ziva David."