A/N: I really need to update more often, and if I do, will you all give me more reviews? I feel like this fanfic is crappy, now. I was having really fun, and now I do not know what is going on. I do realize now that I really do need to slow this fic down some. Please, forgive me about all of the major mistakes, as I try to fix them, and keep reading. That is all I ask. Also, if you could just leave Reviews, to tell me what I need to fix. It would help all of us out. Thanks. :)

Disclaimer: I am sick, again. Do not mess with me today. Haha!

Ziva looked over at Tony, as he was taking the food off of the stove. She smiled, softly, to herself. How could I have got so lucky to find a guy like him? Ziva was broke out of her thoughts as Tony has brought their food, and wine, over to the living room. He reached Ziva her plate, and he sat down beside her.

"Try your food, and tell me what a good chef I am." Tony smirked.

"Well, someone likes to brag." Ziva laughed, as she picked up her fork and took a bite out of the foor Tony had perpared. "Umm, that is delicious, Tony. What is this called."

"It is a dish that my mother come up with, when she was alive. She called it, The DiNozzo Italiano." Tony put his head down as he took a bite out of his own food.

"I am sorry about you're mother, Tony. I never knew."

"It is alright. I don't tell many people about her being dead. They just never seem to care." Tony said.

Ziva looked up and put her hand on the side of his cheek. "I care, Tony." She turned his head to look at her, and she kissed him on the lips. "I will always care."

"I hope so."

"I promise." Ziva said.

Tony smiled at her. "That is why I love you, Ziva."

"We can talk about this some other time. Let's just finish our food, and watch our movie."

He nodded. "That is alright with me."

Jethro looked over at Jenny as she had her head on his shoulder, as something came to his mind. "When I thought you were dead, Ducky had done some tests on you. He said that you were dying anyway. Is that true?" He asked.

"Jethro, I knew you would have to bring that up soon." She looked at him, Jen knew she shouldn't have told him that she wouldn't plan on leaving him, because it was not her fault. "I am dying, but it will be a few years."

"How long is a few years, Jenny?" He asked.

Jen sighed. "Three years, Jethro." She saw the hurt looking expression on his face, and she knew that she needed to change the subject. "When are we going to tell the others that I am alive?" She asked.

"I don't know, Jen." He said. Jethro pulled Jenny up close to him, wishing he would never have to let her go.

Abby had stayed at NCIS. She had been working on a case for another team. Of course, Abby had wanted to go home, but she had to finish up on the case for Agent Daniels. She had almost fell asleep, when she heard someone come behind her, and saw that they had sit a Caf-Pow! in front of her. She turned, slowly, to see who it was. "McGee?" She asked, as she saw his face.

"I accidently fell asleep working on some paperwork, the janitor told me you were still here, so I thought I would bring you something that would help wake you up."

"Thank-you, McGee." Abby hugged him, softly. "I really needed this. But, why do you care that I am sleepy?"

"I just do. We all care about you, Abby. How could we not?" McGee saw that her eyes were showing pain. "But, I care about you the most."

Her eyes brightened up a little more. "I am happy to know that, McGee."

He smiled at her. "So, who's case are you working on?"

"Agent Daniels."

McGee's face scrunched up. "Do you like that guy?" He asked.

"No! He is rude." Abby said. "But, I have to do everyone's cases, because I am the only forensic scientist here, McGee."

"I realize that, Abby."

"Then why did you ask me if I liked him?" She asked.

"Because every woman around here thinks he is hot, and not to mention, he is single."

"What happend to his last girlfriend?"

"He dumped her."

"Over?"

"Why do you care?"

"I don't, I just would like to know why he dumped her. Usually he is the one getting dumped. Women go out with him, and then realize that he is not the guy every girl dreams about."

"Oh, and what kind of guy is what every girl dreams about?"

Abby pretended to think, making McGee more alert. "A guy like you, McGee."

McGee looked at Abby, with a suprised look on his face. "Funny, Abby."

"What?" She asked.

"If I am what every girl dreams about, then why have I not been able to get a girlfriend?" McGee looked hurt.

"Do you really want to know?" He nodded. "I told everyone that your book, Deep Six, was written because of the relationship we had, all of the girls got jealous."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because, McGee. Don't you get it?" Abby asked.

"Not really."

Abby leaned over and kissed McGee. It had been the first time in five years that they had kissed. "That is why, McGee. I love you."

He smiled. "I love you too, Abby."

A/N: This was a shot, crappy, filler chapter. I thought it was terrible, and totally out of character. Maybe not for Abby and McGee, but really for Ziva and Gibbs. I still want to hear your thoughts, so please leave me a review, telling me what to fix, and any ideas you have. Thanks!