Hey, here is that update I promised! Well, I didn't promise it, but it was implied! Okay, for all of you McAbby fans out there; this one's partially for you! Sorry for the partially part, it will only be mild, but very noticeable . . . by Tony! *squeals* I have a feeling that Tony will let it go after a while, and I am not saying that just because I am writing this story . . . Anyway, here it is! (Everything underlined is Hebrew)

~Sbteja

"We're at home." Tony all but growled as he stomped into the kitchen. Jenny turned around and raised her eyebrows, turning her attention from dinner.

"Would you like to share something with the class, Tony?" She asked in an amused tone. Tony scowled.

"Where's dad? I need to talk to him!" he demanded. Jenny raised her eyebrows further and stared in disbelief at her son.

"He's where he always is, but listen Tony," she stared at him with a disapproving expression, "I don't want to hear that tone of voice used again. You may be seventeen, but that does not give you the right to go around snarling at everyone." Tony's expression lightened a bit and he nodded, turning to head down to the basement. Jenny watched her son stomp off to his father with a mixture of confusion and concern plain on her face. She shook it off momentarily and turned to work on dinner as Abby skipped into the kitchen.

"Where's Tony?" she asked lightly, bounding up to her mother. Jenny turned and smiled at her daughter.

"He's with your father, although you may not want to talk to him now; he's in a bad mood." Abby sighed; they all knew how Tony could be when he was having one of those days.

"'Kay, mom. I—" Abby was interrupted by three knocks on the door. "OOH! I'LL GET IT!" she sang before skipping off to the door. She yanked it open and her heart skipped a beat. Abby blushed and stepped out of the way to let their guest come in.

"Hey, Timmy." She greeted quietly before bouncing into the kitchen again. McGee stared after her, his ears turning read. He shook his head quickly, and followed her into the kitchen.

"Hey, Abbs. You know where Tony is?" he asked, trying to look everywhere but at her. Abby frowned.

"He's in the basement . . ." she trailed off, as if that were explanation enough. Only Tim McGee, one of Tony's closest friends, would know what she meant.

"Oh." He said quietly, turning to face her for the first time today. He didn't even look at her when she opened the door. . . They both looked away as she met his gaze, heat flooding there faces as awkward silence followed.

"So . . ." Timmy started, but was quickly interrupted by Tony.

"I CAN HANG OUT WITH ANYONE I WANT!" he yelled as he stomped through the kitchen, quickly darting up the stares. McGee sighed and smiled a sad smile to Abby before following. Little did she know, he was sad that he had to leave her. . .

"DAD!" Tony all but yelled as he marched down the stairs. Jethro smirked at glanced up at his son, but continued to sand his boat.

"Yeah?" He asked lightly in his Gibbs-knows-everything tone. Tony scowled further.

"What was that all about at the gym? How do you know Zi?" He blurted out without thinking. Jethro froze and straightened up, staring his son right in the eye with a suspicious expression.

"Zi?" he asked in a disappointed tone. Tony looked down, trying to hide the sudden heat that flared under his face; he was supposed to be mad, not embarrassed. Jethro raised his eyebrows.

"Look, Tony. I wouldn't get to close to this girl if I were—"

"But your not me, dad! And I'm not you! So back off!" Tony interrupted angrily, now staring at his dad full on. Gibbs grew furious at this comment, his suspicions had been correct.

"Tony! I am your father! And since you live under my household, you follow my rules! I don't want you around this girl!" He growled, making Tony's bottled anger grow as his father treated him more and more like a child.

"Why NOT?" Tony nearly yelled, trying to keep his temper in check. Jethro's eyes widened, and he stepped closer to his son, staring him directly in his eyes only inches from him, trying almost desperately to intimidate his seventeen year old son.

"She is not—It's just that—" Jethro took a deep breath and made an effort to put more authority into his voice. "Because I said so, and until you move out or go to college—whichever comes first—you listen to me!" Tony backed away from him and stared at his father in disbelief; his dad never acted like this about any of Tony's girlfriends, why the sudden change with Ziva? Tony did not care, he could—he would—be friends with Ziva if he wanted to!

"I CAN HANG OUT WITH ANYONE I WANT!" He shouted as he ran up the stairs, past McGee and Abby, and up more stairs into his room.

Tony slammed the door behind him and fell onto his bed, smashing his face into a pillow. How could his dad do this to him? It was the only time he actually liked a girl for her personality other than her looks. Sure, he thought he loved Jeanne, but that all went away when he met Ziva. She was stunning and hot, dare he think it, beautiful. Beautiful. He only used that word to describe Jeanne, and that was after he 'fell in love' with her. Was he falling for Ziva? Yes she was beautiful, and yes he loved her personality. But could he love her? If he did, his dad was ruining everything for him! Why would his dad not object to any other tramp he dated, but he completely rejected Ziva, the one girl that he could be truly happy with!

Tony's thoughts were interrupted by three small knocks on the door. He groaned.

"Who is it?" He called hoarsely; his yelling must have taken a toll on his voice. Tony frowned and tried to clear his throat.

"Uh, Tony? It's Tim, McGee." Tony sat up on his bed, surprised to feel tears on his cheeks. He wiped them away quickly and hung his head in his hands.

"Come in, Tim." He mumbled weakly, although, loud enough for McGee to hear. He entered cautiously and raised an eyebrow as he took in all of Tony's posters from that swimsuit magazine that Tony read, well not read, but viewed. He looked around the room, not surprised to see a few new model cars on Tony's wooden dresser. He chuckled inwardly; Tony hadn't cleaned his room since last time McGee had been here. Clothes were scattered all over the floor . . . Most happiness faded when Tim finally took in Tony's form, sitting on the edge of the bed. McGee closed the door behind him softly and sat next to Tony on his bed.

"You okay, Tony? What happened?" McGee asked, although he knew exactly what the conversation had been about. Ziva, 'the new girl' as McGee referred to her as, was the only thing that could get Tony so riled up today.

Tim sighed, then stood up.

"Well then," He muttered, "I'll leave you to your thoughts." He walked out the door, but didn't leave Tony's house; he would never do that to his friend. Instead, he sat on the couch downstairs and flicked the TV on low volume. If Tony needed him, he'd be here. Abby walked in then, she didn't realize Tim was there until she saw that the TV was on. She blushed slightly and sat down on the couch also, but on the opposite side as Tim. Although McGee was pretending to watch TV, he was completely aware of every action of Abby's. Every time she moved, it would barely jostle the couch, but he would notice every fidget, every movement. He sighed when she moved for the fifth time.

"Um, Timmy?" she asked nervously. McGee smiled at her.

"Yeah?" he asked in a hopeful voice. Abby looked down when his eyes met hers.

"Um, do you think . . ." She started, but quickly changed her question. "Is Tony okay?" Tim's face fell when she asked about Tony instead of what he hoped she was asking. Abby wrote that off as 'Tony's not doing so well' and she frowned also.

"Oh." Was all she said. They were silent after that.

"But, Papa!"

Ziva yelled angrily. "Why should you care!" Her father stared at her in disbelief form his position in his chair.

"Ziva, sweetheart, you are my daughter. Of course I would care." He answered softly. She snorted.

"Papa! You do not mind that Tali spends time with Abby Gibbs!" she shouted desperately, very aware as to why her father had not approved of Tony. Eli David shook his head slowly, and looked at the picture of Ziva, Tali, and Ari on his desk before answering her.

"I am afraid of your friendship of Anthony Gibbs, son of Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs, the man who is supposed to be watching out for your safety! I am sure he is not at all happy at Tony, either." He explained in a soothing tone, but Ziva was far from soothed.

"Why does it matter who his father is, Abby is also Gibbs' daughter, but you do not forbid Tali!" she shouted. "You are only upset, because I might have feelings for him!" Immediately after the words left her mouth, she regretted them. Eli's eyes widened; his suspicions had been correct.

"You have feelings for this boy? For this Anthony Gibbs?" He asked incredulously, raising an eyebrow. Ziva clenched her jaw, and waited, not wanting to answer his question. Eli used this silence to continue.

"He probably feels nothing towards you, he could only be using you." He stated matter-of-factly. Ziva scowled.

"Tony would not do that!" She snarled and Eli smiled slightly.

"How much do you know about him?" He asked. "Do you even know that he has dated almost every girl in the school, and only one he has stayed with for longer than a month?"

Ziva stared at him wide-eyed, fury growing inside her.

"You had him checked? Why?" She whispered, not wanting to accept the fact that Tony may just be using her. Eli smiled a hard smile. It was not happy.

"I had them all checked out, the entire Gibbs family. Only the best were to protect my daughters." He explained, and then continued on, musing. "Have you noticed that Anthony bears no resemblance to any of his family members? He was adopted from an abusive family. Tsk tsk, probably the reason why he is the way he is; a messed up playboy . . ."

Ziva scowled.

"Nothing is wrong with Tony!" she shouted before stomping through her father's office doors. She hurtled through the front doors and towards her car, yes her car, and began to drive, wanting only to go to one place, but not exactly sure how to get there …

Hey! Watchya think? Review this time, 'cause I have hundreds of readers and only a few reviews per chapter. So, all of you lazy-bones out there, it's only a review, I'm not asking you to run a mile for Pete's sake! Anyway, the more reviews I get, the faster I update. I am having a serious writer's block for this particular story, all I can think about is my other NCIS story, 'growing up'. I have big plans for that one . . . anyway, review! Give me your ideas, your feedback, Hell, I'll take insults! Just give me something to work with, people! (In other news, I am now a Beta! Yay!)