Author's Notes: Yay! Timmy, Jimmy, and Tony are bonding. But poor Abby. Every time that she asks to do something with Tony and Ziva, someone else has already made plans with them. I think that needs to change.

This is going to be another fluffy chapter. So be warned.

Special thanks to Nando2k50 and middawn for reviewing. I love bromances. They're so much fun to write. Lol.

I haven't abandoned this story. I just don't have time to post every day. I would like to, but it isn't possible. So, if I don't post for a while, I haven't given up. I'm just busy.

Chapter Thirteen: Telephone

"Are you sure that this is a good idea?" asked Palmer, holding the cell phone to his ear.

"Of course," responded Breena, who was on the other line. "Ziva's perfect for the job."

"It's not that I don't trust her," stated Jimmy. "It's just that I don't think she knows how to throw a baby shower."

"Oh, nonsense, Jimmy," declared Breena. "I'm sure that they have baby showers in Israel. Just because she used to be a Mossad officer doesn't mean that they didn't have baby showers."

"But what if she gives a gun as a gift for the baby?" questioned Palmer, still worried. "What if—"

"You make it sound like Ziva has no sense at all," Breena interrupted him. "Anyway, if it'll make you feel better, you can ask Abby to help out. Abby knows all about baby showers. I'm sure that Ziva won't mind."

"Okay," replied Jimmy, getting more relaxed. "I will ask them both then."

"Great. I'll see you later, Jimbug. Love you."

"Love you too, Bree-bear."

Jimmy hung up the phone. He placed it back into his pocket. He was standing outside of Tony and Ziva's place. Jimmy knocked his knuckles against the metal door and waited. It was Ziva who answered the door a few seconds later. She was wearing a blue sports bra and gray sweat pants. Her face was flushed and trickles of sweat poured down her face.

"Hello Jimmy," said Ziva, wiping her face off with a towel.

"Hi Ziva," replied Jimmy, grinning at her. "Did you just finish a run?"

"Yes, I did," replied Ziva. "I'm training for a half-marathon. It's at the end of this month." She wiped her face again and looked at Jimmy. "What brings you here?"

"Breena wanted me to ask you if you'd throw her a baby shower," said Jimmy, awaiting her answer. "She wanted to ask you herself but—"

"It is quite alright, Jimmy," said Ziva, cutting in. She beamed. "I would love to give her a baby shower. Can I ask Abby to help? I do not know much about American-style showers."

This is working out better than I planned, though Jimmy, happily.

"Yes, of course," said Jimmy. "I'm sure that Breena won't mind."

"Splendid," cried Ziva. "I'll go call Abby right now. She'll be thrilled!"

As they said their goodbyes, Jimmy wondered what he'd gotten himself and Breena into. Ziva and Abby were both really nice, but he could only imagine what they would put together. Especially if his bachelor's party was any indication. Jimmy decided then and there that he did not want to be present for the shower. He started formulating a plan to where he would be having a guys' day on the day of the shower.

DiNozzo answered his phone right away. When he heard about Jimmy's plan, he instantly jumped on board. McGee was next. It didn't take much convincing to get him to agree. He knew exactly what the two women could be like when working together. And he wanted no part in the end result. Jimmy called a couple of friends from medical school, whom he still kept in contact with. They agreed to help him out. Jimmy felt a lot better. He knew that he wouldn't have to be a part of any of it. Jimmy felt kind of sorry for his wife. She had no idea what sort of menagerie that Abby and Ziva were capable of cooking up.

"Abby, you have to help me," Ziva told the Goth over the phone.

"What's wrong, Ziva?" asked Abby, sounding concerned. "Are you in some sort of trouble? Is Tony in trouble? Is he being tortured? Ar-Are you being tortured?"

"No, it is not anything like that," said Ziva, shaking her head. "I just agreed to throw a baby shower for Breena."

"Well, that's wonderful!" exclaimed Abby.

"I don't know how to throw a baby shower, Abby," Ziva explained. "I've been to a few, but that was when I was little. And I don't remember much from them."

"Don't worry," soothed Abby. "I'll help you. Together, we'll make it a great baby shower for Breena. She'll love it!"

"Thank you, Abby," said Ziva, almost sighing with relief.

After agreeing to meet up, Ziva hung up the phone. At first, she had been worried, but now she was not. Breena was a good friend. Ziva wanted to throw the best party ever for her. She deserved it. With Abby's help, Ziva felt as though she'd be able to do that.

Team Tabby! Yeah!