Hey readers! Sorry for the long wait. We had a week long trip to France so I couldn't write unfortunately. However, I now have the next chapter up for you guys!
Enjoy!

Ziva's POV

As Abby had said, as soon as we finished the bowling we headed out for a group lunch. It was a nice get-together time, great for bonding as friends. I had won most of my bowling matches, which I felt was very impressive considering it was my first time bowling.

"I would love to go again," I told Tony as we walked as a group to the Italian restaurant down the road. Tony just smiled and held the door open for me as we entered the restaurant. When we got in, we realized that there were about three or four huge tables already set out for us. I thanked goodness that Abby had already booked it, because there were about seventy of us here.

We decided to split up, so that the women were on two tables and the men were on the other two. I was sat between Abby and Kensi, and the bridesmaids were sitting opposite me. I picked up my menu and started to read it.

"Hey, don't try to avoid conversation," one of the others scolded me. I looked up and noticed it was one of Tony's friends' partners – I believe her name was Macy or Maddie? – who was glaring at me. I put down the menu.

"Ok, then what shall we talk about?" I asked. She smirked and leaned forward onto the table, resting her chin on her knuckles.

"So, how did you meet him?" she asked curiously.

"Meet who?" I asked. All the women rolled their eyes at me. It suddenly clicked. "Oh, you mean Tony?"

"No duh," Andy murmured. All the other women snickered.

"Well, we met at work," I explained.

"Oh, you're coworkers?" another of the women asked – I think her name was Jennifer…

"Yes, we are," I confirmed. Most of the women cooed.

"Romance at work is the best type of romance," one of them said.

"Is that why you work with your husband?" another asked.

"Yup. Of course, it's good for other things too…"

We all laughed. I picked up the menu.

"Well, I do not know about the rest of you, but I am hungry, so let's order!"

Tony's POV

We were seated at the table for about five minutes after we ordered before our starters arrived. We, the guys, were starving, so we, being men, literally fought over how much food we got. Like teenagers. Which we aren't.

Sometimes I really wondered why Ziva told me to stop acting like a child. Now I knew.

"I chose the piece of bread first, Arif!"

"No, that was mine, Mark!"

"Charlie, please tell me you didn't just stole that piece of chicken off my plate!"

"Ok – I didn't steal that piece of chicken off your plate."

"Liar!"

"Matt, I'll give you a bread stick for that garlic bread."

"In your dreams, Harvey."

Meanwhile, Gibbs just sat at the head of the table watching us all. He looked amused, like we were all acting like kids. That wasn't a surprise – we probably looked like kids anyway.

It was when Damien, a mate from college, 'sneakily' stole a piece of garlic bread from my plate – when I was looking – that made me lose it.

"Hey!"

They all turned to look at me.

"There's enough food for us all, guys – chill. We've still got the main course!" I told them. They all nodded, and that's when they started to share equally. Lucky McGee who had been forced to sit on the women's table with Abby because she didn't want him mixing with "rambunctious men" – her words, not mine.

There was quite a lot of chatting as we ate our starters, most of it about sports like the latest football results and who played best this season. Someone also started a conversation on our college days, talking about playing for Ohio State with my buddies, and all those pranks we started…

"Hey, remember that time your girlfriend caught some girl hitting on you?" David asked me.

"Yeah, and then there was that huge fight," I remembered.

"And that girl ended up with a split lip just for trying to touch you!"

We all laughed, apart from Mark.

"Yeah, that… that wasn't funny," he said.

"Why?" Arif asked.

"I ended up with a black eye trying to pull them apart!"

"And why were you trying to break up a cat-fight?" Matt asked.

Mark thought about that. "I was young and naïve."

"Not much has changed then," a guy from college, Sean, murmured. He ducked as a breadstick came flying at his head. "Hey!"

"You deserved it!"

"Guys, grow up!" Andy shouted from the other table before a food-fight could break out. I silently thanked her – these guys could get really rowdy if they put their minds to it.

Ziva's POV

After the lovely meal of pizza and pasta at the Italian restaurant, we made our way back to my, or as Tony says, 'our', apartment. When we got inside, we were suddenly wondering how everyone would fit as there were not enough seats. Most of us ended up sitting on the floor, though the other women insisted that I sat on a chair. It was a long battle, but I eventually did that, even if it was a little reluctantly.

After we were all seated, Abby ran out of the room.

"I wonder why she went," Tony said, only to have his question answered a few minutes later when she returned.

"Ok, time for the presents!" Abby squealed as she dragged a huge sack into the room. McGee went over to help her, and they emptied it out in the centre of the room. I stared in shock, and I think Tony did too.

There were a lot of presents.

I slowly walked over to the large pile and picked up the first box I could reach, which was on the top. I smiled as I read who it was from. Abby.

"Well, open it!" Abby said excitedly. I think she saw her name on the label, and that just made her even more excited.

I did as she said and opened the box, smiling as I got the present out. It was a large, rectangular frame with lots of photos of me and Tony on it, together and separate. I smiled. She must have gone around taking mug shots. I was too busy smiling at the pictures and memories that I forgot about everyone else in the room. It was only when someone decided to speak up that I remembered.

"Show us then!" one of the women demanded, even though she was smiling. I turned the frame to let everyone see. The women 'aww'ed and cooed, whilst the men just stared blankly as if to say, 'What's so cool about that?'. Men were so clueless.

I put the frame to the side and reached for the next present, now actually excited about what I would be getting.

AN: Ok, I kind of need some help. I need ideas of presents you would get for someone at a wedding shower - not necessarily for Tony and Ziva, but if you could do it specifically for them I would be extra grateful.
Thank you all!