A/N: Please tell me what you think! It's a really long chapter! :)

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Friday Ten AM

"Hello?" Ziva asked, not looking at her caller ID on her cell phone as she picked it up. She had been woken up by her phone ringing.

"I need help," a distressed voice said.

"Tony?" she asked, sitting up straight now.

"Yeah, I feel down the stairs. I can't get up," Tony said, breathing heavily. "I thought I could do it."

"I will be right there," Ziva said.

"Thanks," Tony said closing his eyes and leaning against the wall, trying his best to ignore the pain in his already injured leg.

Ziva jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. "Gibbs, can you drive me over to Tony's? He fell down the stairs and cannot get up."

"Let's go," Gibbs said, grabbing his keys and hurrying out the door. They didn't know what condition he was in.

They arrived at the house and Ziva ran up to the front door. She walked in and saw Tony passed out at the bottom of the stairs.

"TONY!" she yelled, running over to him. Gibbs followed her.

"Let's get him over to the couch." Gibbs said. Together, they moved him so that he was lying on the couch. Ziva went into his bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. Tony had a few cuts on his arms and one on his face. His bruise on his eye was almost gone now. Gibbs and Ziva washed his cuts and checked to make sure he didn't rip the stitches in his leg.

Ziva put a cold rag on his forehead and sat beside him on the floor. She turned the TV on and flipped through the channels, waiting for him to get up. Gibbs walked into his kitchen and started coffee maker.

Finally, Tony opened his eyes and saw the back of Ziva's head. He smiled. He leaned down and kissed her hair.

"Thanks," he whispered.

Ziva turned around and looked at him. "Do not ever do that again!"

"I really thought I could do it!" Tony said.

"And you should have known you could not!" Ziva said.

"So, what's the verdict?" Tony asked.

"You did not tear your stitches, so that is good. You have a few cuts, but nothing major. You might have a concussion, but I doubt it," Ziva said, pushing his hair out of his face gently.

"I'm sorry I woke you up," Tony said.

"Ah, I had to get up anyway," Ziva smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"A little hungry," Tony laughed.

"I will go get you something," Ziva said, standing up.

"I can get it," Tony said, sitting up too fast and getting dizzy.

"SIT!" Ziva said putting her hand on his chest and gently pushed him back down so he was lying on the couch again.

"But-" Tony tried to protest.

"No, you are going to stay there. I mean it," Ziva said, walking towards his kitchen. She walked in a saw Gibbs pouring black liquid in a mug.

"He awake?" Gibbs asked.

"Yes," Ziva said. "And hungry."

Gibbs chuckled. "Tony, do you want coffee?" he yelled to the other room.

"Nah, just water is fine," Tony yelled back.

Ziva nodded and searched his cabinets for glasses. She grabbed two and poured a glass of orange juice for herself then got a cup of water for Tony.

"Tell him breakfast will be right out," Gibbs said. "I'll throw something together."

"Okay," Ziva said, walking back towards the living room.

Tony heard the door open and turned his head. He noticed that Ziva was still in her blue and yellow plaid pajama pants and a white tee shirt. He smiled.

She handed him the glass then sat down in front of him again.

"Thanks," Tony said, taking a sip then putting it on the coffee table.

"No problem. Gibbs must really like you because he is making you breakfast. I cannot promise a feast, but I think he is actually trying," Ziva smiled.

"Aw. How sweet," Tony joked.

"Gibbs has his moments," Ziva smiled at him.

"When are they coming again? I want to mark them down on a calendar," Tony laughed, grabbing her cup and drinking some of the juice.

"Hey," Ziva protested.

"What?" Tony asked taking another sip. "Your juice looked so good."

"I would have got you a glass if you asked," Ziva smiled, taking her cup from his hand. She pretended her fingers didn't brush his.

"I thought yours would be better," he smiled at her, playing innocent.

Ziva rolled her eyes and put her glass down behind her.

"Tony, go pack your stuff," Gibbs said walking into the living room.

"Why?" Tony and Ziva asked in unison.

"You're coming home with us," Gibbs said. "You need to be more careful. I don't trust you home alone."

"You don't trust me?" Tony gasped in an overdramatic voice.

"Get your ass upstairs and pack your bags," Gibbs said in his no nonsense voice.

Tony sat up. "Ziva, help him," Gibbs said.

Ziva helped Tony stand up. She handed him his crutches and walked behind him as they went towards the stairs.

"Okay, start going up. I have your back," Ziva said placing her hands on his back. They slowly went up the steps. Ziva walked to his room and opened the door for him.

"WHAT?" Ziva asked when she walked in and the room was spotless. It looked nothing like the room she'd been in only twelve or so hours ago.

"I cleaned it after you left," Tony told her.

"Oh," Ziva said. "You have a nice carpet."

"HA HA!" Tony said. "You're just so funny…" he smiled.

"Where are you bags?" Ziva asked. Tony said down on his bed.

"Top of my closet. Grab the big green one."

Ziva did. It was a giant duffel bag that said Nike on it. "You can grab tee shirts from closet. I don't care which ones," Tony said getting up and opening his drawers. He pulled out some shorts and then a few pair of jeans.

"I have some clothes at your house. I left them there Friday," Tony said. "Is my black sweatshirt there from Friday?"

Ziva turned around and blushed. She pretended to look for it. "No, maybe you left it downstairs?" she suggested. She didn't want to give it back yet.

"I guess," Tony said. He hopped over and grabbed some boxers quickly. He felt kinda of embarrassed when he carried them.

"Is your red sweatshirt okay?" Ziva asked.

"Yeah, can you grab my other black one too?" Tony asked. "It's probably folded on the top shelf, I haven't worn it in a while."

"Okay," Ziva said reaching up and grabbing the sweatshirt. She brought all the clothes over and put them in his bag.

"Sorry, could you grab me some sweatpants too?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, no problem," Ziva said. She pulled out a couple pairs of pants and tossed them at him. He folded them and put them in the bag. He grabbed some socks and then his phone charger. He went to his bureau and grabbed his deodorant and one of his colognes. He threw them on top and turned to Ziva.

"All done," he said.

"Okay, stay here. I am going to bring this down then I will come back and get you," she said, zipping up the bag and putting it on her shoulder.

Tony sat down on his bed and waited. He grabbed his wallet and phone and put them in his shorts pocket.

"Let's go," Ziva said, getting to his door. Tony stood up and went over to the steps. Ziva stepped down and stood in front of him. She placed her hands on his stomach. "Okay, you can go." She said.

Tony smiled and started down the steps. He got down the first step with ease. Once he was halfway down the steps, he flexed his abs under Ziva's hand. She tried not to smile.

"You ready?" Gibbs asked as Tony finished coming the steps.

"Yeah," Tony said. Tony handed Ziva his house key and went towards the car. Ziva came running after them once the door was locked.

They helped tony in the front seat then drove to Gibbs' house.

Friday, Noon

"I'm HOME!" a voice said from the door as it swung open.

Ziva left Tony in her room and ran downstairs recognizing the voice. "ABBY!" she yelled, throwing herself into a hug.

"ZIVA!" Abby yelled.

"What are you doing home?" Ziva smiled.

"I told my principal about everything that's happened here and he said that I could come home early. I already finished all my tests so I'm done!" Abby said.

"I am so excited." Ziva said.

"Same!" Abby said.

Tony went to the top of the steps, not that either girl noticed.

"So, tell me the details," Abby said.

"I do not know what you are talking about," Ziva said.

"YOU'RE DATE WITH THE HUNK OF A DELICIOUS MAN!" Abby yelled.

"Abby, don't yell…" Ziva pleaded with her.

"No! Tell me! Did he kiss you? Ohmigod! What did you guys do? Is he okay? Does his leg look weird? When can I see him? Can I still hug him?" Abby asked loudly.

"ABBY!" Ziva said. "Please don't yell he is…"

"Ohmigod! I can so tell; you really like him! Ohmigod! This is so awesome! Aaahhh! I am so excited. You do like him, right?" Abby asked.

"Abby…"

"Ziva…"

"Yes, I like him," Ziva said. She paused for a minute then smiled.

"You just smiled. You were thinking about him and you smiled. Ohmigod!"

"Abby, you need to calm down," Ziva said pulling her into another hug.

"He's super hot!" Abby said.

"I cannot argue there," Ziva laughed.

Tony finally thought it was time to interject. "I KNEW YOU THOUGHT I LOOKED GODLY!" Tony yelled form the top of the steps.

Both girls turned and looked at him with shocked faces.

"How long have you been standing there?" Ziva asked.

"Long enough to know that I am, "a delicious hunk of a man," Tony smiled. Ziva's face got bright red as she turned and looked at Abby. "Are you blushing?" Tony smiled.

"NO!" Ziva yelled.

"YES YOU ARE!" Abby yelled.

"Abby!"

"I think I'm going to like her," Tony said. "I'll let you to catch up. Unless you're not done talking about me. I'd love to hear more."

"I can't believe he's here," Abby said. "Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded.

"I tried, but you kept talking," Ziva said.

Abby leaned in and whispered something in Ziva's ear. Ziva broke out in laughter. Tony had a questioning look on his face.

"Go ask him," Ziva said.

Abby ran up the steps till she was standing in front of Tony.

"Hi, I'm Tony," Tony smiled, holding out his hand.

"ABBY!" she smiled. "Can I hug you?"

"Sure, I guess." Tony said awkwardly.

Abby wrapped her arms around his shoulders and squeezed as hard as she could.

"Holy…" Tony said. "You're stronger than I thought."

Abby squealed and let him go. "Ohmigod! Your eye!"

"Yeah, that was your dad…" Tony said.

"My dad did that!" Abby exclaimed.

"Yeah."

"He is so dead," Abby said.

Ziva walked up the steps to the two of them. Tony smiled when he saw her.

"Abby, it was an accident," Ziva said.

"I think he knew exactly what was going on, Ziva," Abby said.

"No," Tony said. "It was just a misunderstanding."

"Oh," Abby said. "Well, what're you doing here?" she asked Tony

"I'm staying here for awhile." Tony said.

"Your dad and I had to help Tony this morning, he fell down the steps and Gibbs does not trust him alone," Ziva said.

"Cool. Where are you staying?" Abby said.

"He was in your room, but I guess that not happening, since you are home," Ziva said. "He can have my room, I can sleep on the couch."

"You will do no such thing." Tony said.

"Tony…"

"I'm not kicking you out of your room. I'll take the couch, it's fine," Tony said. "I'm not that picky."

"You will take my room," Ziva said, stepping towards him.

"That's what you think," Tony smiled.

"Tony, do not fight me on this. I will win," Ziva told him.

"Yeah, right," Tony laughed. "No, I'm serious. I'll sleep on the floor in your room if you make me stay there."

"But that is a waste of a bed!" Ziva said.

"More of a reason for you to stay there," Tony smiled.

"Tony!"

"ZIVA!"

"Tony!" Ziva yelled "This is not funny!"

"I'm not laughing," Tony said.

"ARGHHH! You are so…" Ziva said. She thought for a minute, trying to come up with the right word. "STUBBORN!"

"Yes, yes I am," Tony said, "I'm also stubborn hunk of a delicious man."

Ziva punched him lightly in the arm. "Will you stop with that? You were not supposed to hear that," Ziva said.

"All the more reason to say it, dear," he smiled, then hopped away as fast as he could to her room.

"Tony!" Ziva yelled after him. "We are not done with this conversation."

"You guys are so funny," Abby laughed.

"He is too stubborn!" Ziva said.

"Aw, you guys are so cute!" Abby smiled, skipping to Ziva's room.

Ziva followed her. They found Tony laying on Ziva's bed with one of her girly magazines.

"Did you know that Joe Jonas and Demi Lovato are so, like, over?" he said in his best girly voice.

Abby laughed and Ziva grabbed the magazine from his hands.

"Hey, I was reading that!" Tony said.

"Sure you were," Ziva laughed. Abby sat down is Ziva's desk chair. Ziva had nowhere to sit. Tony moved over since it was a queen bed and Ziva sat next to him.

"So, Abby, where were you?" Tony asked.

"I was at a special science school, they just let me out of the prison," Abby said. "That's what it was like. I love it there, but they need to relax the rules."

"Sounds, fun…" Tony said unconvincingly.

"Yeah," Abby said. "What did you guys do last night?"

"Abby…" Ziva warned.

"What? I'm curious," she said, putting on her best innocent face and failing miserably.

"It's okay," Tony laughed. "We had dinner and then watched a movie."

"What movie?"

"Paranormal Activity," Ziva said.

"I love that movie. It isn't really scary, just jumpy," Abby said.

"Yeah, I figured that out," Ziva smiled at Tony and he did the same.

"Aw!" Abby said. "You guys are so cute. You look perfect together! I mean, look at you!"

Ziva smiled. Tony smiled and looked at Ziva. He leaned towards her and put his arm around her shoulder and kissed her on the cheek. Ziva tried to pretend her heart didn't melt when he kissed her cheek. She blushed, again. Abby squealed and clapped her hands together.

He leaned towards her. "You're blushing," he whispered in her ear.

"Why do you always point it out?" Ziva whispered back.

"Because you look even more beautiful when you blush," he smiled.

Ziva turned her head to hide her face. Tony smiled and put his fingers on her chin. He turned her head around and placed a gently loving kiss on her lips.

"Tony, you are officially my hero!" Abby smiled. "I've never seen Ziva blush so much in under an hour! Actually, I don't think I've ever seen her blush."

"Really?" Tony asked.

"Yeah," Abby said.

Ziva rested her head on Tony's shoulder.

"So, where are the parentals?" Abby asked.

"Work, I guess," Ziva said. "They said they would be back after dinner. There are leftovers in the fridge if you are hungry. We were not expecting you."

"Ah. Well, then, what're we going to do?" Abby asked.

"I can't do much," Tony said. "I have my car, but I can't drive."

"I can," Abby said. "If you don't mind. I promise I'm a good driver. No damage to a car ever!"

"My car's still at the house," Tony said.

"How far away?" Abby asked.

"Um, about a five minute drive. I live down by the country club," Tony said.

"Hm. Well, we have a golf cart. Get dressed. I'll drive that to your house and leave it there and come back and get you two," Abby said.

"Should you call Gibbs?" Tony asked.

"Oh, yeah," Abby said."I'll do that now." Abby ran out of Ziva's room and towards hers.

"I should get changed," Tony said. "I don't think I should go out in pajama pants."

"I'll be right outside if you need help," Ziva said.

"I think I need help," Tony smiled. Ziva rolled her eyes and stood up.

"Hurry up, I have to get changed too," Ziva said, leaving the room.

Tony got changed within ten minutes. He put on his red basketball shorts and a white tee shirt that was a little tight. He grabbed a pair of socks and went to put them on and they fell out of his hands and rolled towards a pile of folded clothes on her floor. Tony hopped over and grabbed the socks. He looked back at the pile when he noticed his black sweatshirt from Friday was on top. He smiled and picked it up. He put in over his shoulder and hopped over to the door. He opened it and found Ziva sitting on the floor outside. She stood up at the sound of the door opening.

"Maybe I left it downstairs…" Tony said, repeating her words from this morning and grinning widely.

Ziva's eyes got big and she couldn't control the smile on her face.

Tony leaned closer. "Keep it," he whispered in her ear, placing the sweatshirt in her hands. He turned around and went to the top of the steps. He placed his crutches down and sat down on the top step.

"Hello, are you going to get changed?" Tony asked.

Ziva smiled and ran into the room then shut the door. She quickly put on some jeans and a tee shirt. She put on his sweatshirt and then brushed her hair. She threw it up in a ponytail and sprayed herself with her perfume. She opened the door and walked out.

"Nice outfit," Tony admired.

"I have a personal stylist," she smiled, grabbing his hands and helping him up.

"Well, tell him he's fabulous," Tony said.

"I think he already knows," Ziva said helping Tony down the steps.

"Ready?" Abby asked.

"Yes," Ziva said. Abby left the house and got into the golf cart, leaving Tony and Ziva in the living room.

She drove to Tony's house with the directions he gave her. She went thought his house and opened the garage door from the inside with the key that he'd given her. Abby pulled the golf cart into the four car garage and freaked out at the only car parked in there.

"Ohmigod, is this a 1967 Ford?" Abby asked when she pulled up in front of her own house five minutes later with the car in perfect condition, as promised.

"Yeah," Tony said, getting into the back seat with Ziva help, and then they were off.

"Ohmigod! This car is awesome! I promise I won't put even the tiniest scratch on it," Abby said.

"Don't worry about it," Tony smiled.

"Abby where are we going?" Ziva asked after a few minutes.

"I don't know," Abby said. "I thought we could go for a drive. If we see something on the way, we'll stop."

Ziva smiled. "Okay."

They continued to drive in silence. After a few minutes, Abby started to talk.

"Hey, you guys mind if I run into the mall? I want to get a Caf-Pow! I haven't had one in months," Abby asked.

"Nah, go ahead," Tony said. Abby nodded and turned into the mall parking lot.

"Okay, I'll be right out," Abby said. Ziva nodded and looked at the smoothie place. She really wanted a smoothie.

Ziva turned in her seat to look back at Tony.

"You want a smoothie?" Tony asked pointing to the smoothie shop where he knew she had been looking.

"No, I am fine," she told him.

"You sure?" Tony asked.

"I did not bring any money," Ziva said. "I am fine, really."

"I'll pay," Tony said, digging in his pocket for his wallet.

"Tony…"

"Please…" he said, handing her the wallet. "Just go get a smoothie."

"But-"

"No buts. Go get a smoothie," Tony said grabbing her hand and placing his wallet in it.

"Fine," Ziva said. She got out of the car and walked towards the shop. Tony opened his car door.

"Get me one too," he yelled to her.

She waved her hand up to tell him she heard him. He closed the door and sat patiently waiting. Not he really wanted a smoothie. Finally Abby came back clutching the biggest drink Tony had ever seen.

"Hey, where's Ziva?" she asked, getting in the car and looking around for her sister.

"Getting smoothies," Tony told her.

"She loves those. I remember when we were little, Gibbs used to bring us there. She always asked to go there," Abby said.

"I didn't know she liked that place," Tony said.

"Yeah, when we were little she said she wanted to work there when she got older. It's funny how things change," Abby said.

"Yeah…" Tony said. He watched as Ziva walked out of the shop with a giant smile on her face. He thought she was so beautiful. Tony felt that something was wrong. For some reason, it felt like he was falling, falling hard. That's when it clicked in his head. Falling in love. Tony shook off the thought when Ziva got back in the car.

"Here," she said handing him his wallet and his smoothie. "I got you a Strawberry Kiwi. It is one of my personal favorites."

"Okay!" he smiled.

"Thank you, Tony," she smiled at him.

"No problem," he said back.

Friday, Five Thirty PM:

"Abby, why are we here?" Ziva asked looking at the NCIS building.

"I thought we could pay them a visit. When I talked to dad, he said they'd be working late. I wanted to see them," Abby said.

"Okay," Ziva said. "I have not been here in four years."

"I know! It seems like forever," Abby said. They both got out of the car and then helped Tony out. They walked into the main office.

"Abby!" a man behind the counter said. "My my, you have grown. How tall are you now?"

"Hey Paul!" Abby smiled, walked over to the desk.

"And you brought friends," he smiled looking at Tony and Ziva.

"Paul, you remember Ziva right?" she asked.

"Ziva?" Paul asked. "Wow! You really have blossomed! Let me look at you!" he smiled, taking her hand and twirling her around. Ziva laughed.

"Hey, Paul," Ziva smiled. "You look thinner. Have you been working out?" she asked him.

"Well, my wife would beg to differ, but thank you," he smiled. "And who is this young man?"

"This is Tony," Abby said.

"Tony," Paul said his eyes getting big. "Tony DiNozzo?"

"Yeah…" Tony said, wondering why this guy knew his name.

"Kid, you're a legend around here. We heard what you did to help Ziva. Anything you need, just give me a call," he said.

"Okay, thanks," Tony smiled.

"Can we go up and see the parentals?" Abby asked.

"I think Gibbs is out of the building, but you mom should be here, he told her.

"Okay," Abby smiled.

"I'll call her and let her know you are coming up," Paul said.

"Thanks, Paul," Abby smiled, leading them over to the elevator. They three got in and rode it up to the top floor. Then they walked over to Jenny's office.

"She is waiting for you guys," Cynthia, the receptionist, told the kids when she saw them.

"Thanks!" Abby said walking in.

"Abby!" Jenny smiled getting up from her chair.

"Mom!" Abby yelled. She ran over and hugged her.

"How did you get here?" she asked.

"Tony's car," Abby smiled.

"Tony?" Jenny said. She then looked around Abby and saw Tony sitting in one of the chairs and Ziva standing next to him. "Hi. I didn't even notice you guys."

"Hey, Jenny," Ziva said.

"Hi, sweetie. How're you feeling, Tony?" Jenny asked.

"I'm doing better," he said.

"Good," Jenny said. "Gibbs is out of the building right now. He should be back soon."

"Okay. Well, I just wanted to say hi," Abby said.

"Okay, you're welcome to stay," Jenny told them.

"Nah, we should get back, I'm getting hungry," Abby smiled.

"Okay, well drive safely," Jenny said. "Bye."

They waved goodbye and went off to the elevator again. It stopped on floor down and opened. They went to step out, but were interrupted by someone.

"Excuse me," he said quietly, running past them and hitting the button very fast and pushing them out.

"'Excuse you' is right," Ziva muttered making sure Tony was okay. They walked out and ended up in the Bull Pen.

"Is Gibbs here?" Abby asked a women sitting in the far right desk.

"Yeah, he should be here soon," she smiled. "Who are you?"

"Abby, his daughter," Abby said.

"It's very nice to meet you," the women said. "I'm Susan Blackburn. Your dad's new agent."

"Nice to meet you," Abby said shaking her hand.

"Abs," Gibbs said, walking into the Bull Pen and was surprised to see his daughters and Tony standing there. "What are you guys doing here?"

"I wanted to say hi!" she smiled. He smiled back at her and hugged her. Everyone at the office knew that Gibbs always hugged Abby. You ever made a joke about it, if you did, you were screwed.

"Hey, I thought I told you to take it easy," Gibbs said, looking at Tony.

"Was that what you said?" Tony smiled. "I thought you said 'make sure you press the break equally', you know, for when Abby drives."

Gibbs glared at him. "Funny, I thought I told you to stay HOME!"

"But-"

"Abs, I really want you to stay, but you need to bring dumb butt home for me," Gibbs said.

"Okay," Abby said cheerfully. "Bye, Daddy." She kissed his cheek.

They walked past him and towards the other elevator. He stopped Ziva.

"You okay?" he asked her.

"Fine," Ziva said.

"Then why do you look so scared?" he asked.

"Do we have to talk about this here?" Ziva asked.

"No," Gibbs said, "but we will talk."

"Sure," Ziva said running up to catch up with them.

"What did he want?" Tony asked.

"He just wanted me to kick your ass for not staying home," Ziva smiled standing in front of him and waiting for the doors to close.

Friday Ten PM

"Ziva?" Gibbs asked, sitting down on the couch next to her. "Hey, Tony is going to sleep in your room, you and Abby can share hers for a couple days. She has a king size mattress."

"Okay," Ziva said.

"You wanna talk?"

"I really like him, Gibbs," Ziva said.

"Okay," Gibbs said.

"I mean I really, really like him," Ziva said.

"And your problem is?" Gibbs said. "I don't understand."

"What if he doesn't like me the same way?" Ziva asked looking at Gibbs.

"Ziva, that boy," Gibbs started, but stopped and went in from a different direction. "Don't worry about falling for him. He'll catch you."

"What if he doesn't?" Ziva asked.

"Then I'll kick his ass and I'll catch you myself," Gibbs smiled. "I won't let you break."

"Okay," Ziva said. She was quiet for awhile.

"That's not what you're scared about," Gibbs stated, almost reading her mind. He was one of the few people who could read her. Not many could. She didn't give much away.

"No," Ziva said. "What if I fall for him and we get really close, and then my dad takes me away. I do not know if I can leave him if I find any more reasons to like him. I think I would break if I left now, but what about two weeks, or a month, what then?" she asked Gibbs.

"I'm not letting you go back there," Gibbs said.

"I cannot live in this fear," Ziva said. "Every day, I wake up wondering if today is the day. I hate saying goodbye because, if something happens, it could mean forever." She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.

"We've thought of many plans to keep you here. I promise, we're going to find a way. It's just that you have to be eighteen for the best one to work," Gibbs said.

"Twenty two days," Ziva said.

"I see we're starting the count down," Gibbs smiled.

"Yes. I have been counting for a while," Ziva said.

"You should go to bed," Gibbs said kissing her forehead. "Tell Tony I said 'night'."

"You really like him too?" Ziva laughed.

"I approve," Gibbs smiled.

Ziva nodded then went upstairs. She walked into her room and smiled. Tony was laying on her bed reading the stupid magazine again.

"Selena and Demi aren't friends anymore!" he smiled putting the magazine down so she could see his face.

"You need to stop reading that," Ziva laughed, walking over and sitting on the edge of her bed.

"It's funny, though," Tony said.

"Well, I came to say goodnight," Ziva said.

"Already?"

"Well, this morning I was woken up by some maniac who fell down his stairs. It was a little early for my liking," Ziva smiled.

"Well, he is clumsy," Tony laughed.

"Eh, I forgive him. He bought me a smoothie," Ziva said.

"So that's the way to your heart, a smoothie," Tony smiled.

"He did a little more than buy me a smoothie to get in there," Ziva smiled.

"So he is in there?" He asked.

"Yes, somehow he managed to pass the do not enter signs," Ziva said. "I think I heard his heart tell mine, 'I go wherever I please.'"

"Sounds like he's pretty determined," Tony said sitting up and looking at her.

"I am glad he is there," Ziva smiled.

"Me too," Tony whispered before pulling her towards him and kissing her. Ziva leaned into him and put her arms around his neck. Tony slipped his hands around her waist hand pulled her as close as he could. The kiss stayed gentle, but was filled with passion.

"Ziva, I-" Abby said walking into Ziva's room. "Oh, sorry."

Tony and Ziva parted and looked at Abby.

"Sorry," she said again.

"It is okay, Abby," Ziva smiled.

"I'll just let you get back to your…" Abby said.

"I will be right in," Ziva told her.

Abby nodded and walked out.

"That was…" Ziva said, trailing of and turning towards Tony.

"Magical," Tony smiled grabbing her hands.

"Goodnight, Superman," Ziva smiled. She leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth.

"Sweat dreams," Tony smiled. Ziva walked out of the room and went towards Abby's, closing the door behind her.

She walked in and the light was already out. She sighed and changed quickly into her pajamas, then slipped into bed next to Abby.

"OMG! YOU GUYS WERE KISSING!" Abby said, turning on her side to look at Ziva.

"Abby," Ziva smiled.

"Ziva! That's so amazing!" Abby said. "I'm so happy for you!"

"Thank you," Ziva said.

"How was the kiss?" Abby asked. "Did this one stop time?"

"Abby, how many time do I have to tell you, I do not know," Ziva said.

"Yes, you do," Abby replied. "You know and you aren't telling. Why?"

"I do not want to get hurt," Ziva said.

"Aw," Abby said. "You won't get hurt. Yeah, if it doesn't work out, you might get hurt, but is it worth the pain? Does being with him top every other feeling? If all you wanted to do in life was be with him, wouldn't you rather soak it up then just let it pass by. Captain Jack Sparrow said 'I love those moments; I like wave at them as they pass by.' Don't be a Jack Sparrow."

"Abby, I want to be with him, it is just…" Ziva said, "my dad."

"Your dad isn't coming near you," Abby said. "I won't let him. The parentals won't let him and I think Tony would take on two hundred ninjas before he would let him get to you."

"That is what I am afraid of," Ziva confided.

"It's going to be okay. It's gotta be," Abby said.

"Let's go to sleep, we'll talk more in the morning," Ziva said turning around and facing the wall.

"Night," Abby whispered.

"Night," Ziva said.

A/N: Please review! I worked really hard on this!