"Thank you, Tony." Ziva whispered as they reached her front yard.

"Anytime, Ziva." Tony smiled.

Ziva turned to walk to the house. Suddenly, she whirled around and kissed Tony on the cheek.

Tony stood there, a wide a grin covering his face.

Ziva peered in the window. She spotted her father lying on the couch, a few bottles strewn here and there. She opened the door, tiptoed past her sleeping father, and up to her bedroom. She laid down, and took out a copy of her favorite book: Romeo and Juliet. Even thought it was far beyond her years, she loved it.

I wonder who my Romeo will be, she thought to herself.

Suddenly, she heard her father coming up the stairs. He opened her door.

"Good morning, dear." He said, sounding quite tired, and something else. He sounded like Ziva did when her Ima had given her cough medicine, and she felt drowsy and dizzy.

"Good morning, Aba." She said.

"What did you do last night?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Nothing, Aba. Just read." She smiled, holding up the book.

Fourth grade. Finally.

Gibbs was overjoyed. He was ten, and his father had finally let him have some gun practice he was promised when he turned ten. It had just been something he was interested in. He had seen them before, and had seen people shoot them on TV. His father decided that today, he would take him to the shooting range he worked at.

"Watch me, Jethro." Jackson Gibbs picked up the .45 automatic.

Jackson Gibbs picked up the .45 automatic and carefully aimed the gun at the small target that had been set up. He pulled the trigger, and, suddenly, a perfect round hole appeared in the center of the target.

"Now, you try."

Jethro took the gun, and aimed it, biting his tongue between his teeth. He pulled the trigger, and a rip appeared in the edge of the target.

"Dammit." He whispered, frustrated.

"Hey, now. It's only your first shot. Try again, I'll be right back." He looked Jethro square in the eye. "I trust you."

Jethro nodded hurriedly. He picked up the gun again. He cocked it, carefully aimed the gun, and pulled the trigger. He saw the bullet, in slow-motion, go through the exact same hole his father had shot.

"Impressive shot."

Gibbs whipped around, nearly dropping the gun.

A familiar redhead leaned against the pole beside him. Jethro whipped off his safety glasses.

"How long you been standing there?" he asked.

"Long enough to see that perfect try, crackshot." She laughed. Gibbs smiled.

Suddenly, she picked up the gun, slid on the glasses, and fired two rounds at the target, each one bordering the one he had shot.

"Well, Jethro, who's your girlfriend?" His father asked, suddenly popping back around the corner.

Gibbs went red. Jenny stood stiff. "Jennifer Shepard, sir. My father works here, Jasper Shepard."

Jackson laughed. "Oh, Jasper's your daddy, huh? I shoulda known. You have your momma's fiery red hair and his fiery attitude." He ruffled Jenny's hair. Jenny giggled. "Thank you, sir."

"Anytime, ma'am. Anyways, did you shoot those two rounds?" he gestured to the shots made by Jenny. She nodded.

"Well, nice job." He nodded. The three were silent. "Well, don't let me hold you and your girlfriend's target practice!" Jackson walked away, snickering. Gibbs rolled his eyes. "Sorry you had to see that."

Jenny laughed.

McGee yawned, turning over on his lawn. His mother and Sarah had gone out shopping, and he was home alone for about an hour. He had nestled himself in the green grass, smiling up at the sky. He rolled over and suddenly met Abby's bright eyes. He gave a start.

"How long you been laying there?" he asked.

She shrugged. "A bit."

"Why?"

"Because my house is boring." She rolled her eyes.

Timmy rolled back over. Suddenly, he asked "Do you ever wonder?"

"McGee, I wonder about a lot of things."

"About who you'll marry when you get older. Cause, you know, you gotta love them forever and stuff."

"Hmm. Not really. But now that you say it, sometimes."

"My mommy and daddy fight a lot." Tim said softly. "I don't think they thought it through."

"It's okay." Abby shrugged.

"Jeanne Benoit says she wants to marry a handsome prince, a very handsome prince."

His little heart sank as he thought, That will never be me.

"Jeanne Benoit is a twat. Besides, I don't want to marry a boy because he's pretty. I want to marry him because he's smart, and because he understands me."

Timmy was surprised, but he smiled. "Same thing. I don't want to marry a girl because she's pretty. Because she's smart and knows me and isn't afraid to say so."

He looked at Abby. She was still staring up at the sky.

"Yeah." Abby smiled. "I hope that's why someone marries me."

"Don't worry, Abby. Whoever marries you will an extremely lucky guy." Immediately, he blushed a deep red.

"Really, Tim? That's so sweet of you." Abby whispered. "I say the same for you." She rolled over and yawned. She laid her head on his chest. He put his hand on her hair and lightly ran his fingers through it. He looked down, and she had fell asleep right then and there. He smiled, and let his mind drift off into dreamland.

Well? Satisfactory?

I'm keeping my updates sporadic for now, because my life is so crazy right now.

Life is crazy, period.

-Vi