Gibbs sat sleeping in Jenny's den, his head laying back and to the left.

A droplet of water hits him in the forehead, he shook his head, then another, then another. He awoke, stretching, moving his neck in a circle, it cracks as he lets out a groan.

Another drop hits his cheek, he looks upward, the ceiling was showing signs of water damage, water drips onto to his nose.

He quickly rose from his chair, moving out of the den and up the stairs, he entered the bathroom, the visibility hampered by steam, he stepped inside, his boots make contact with water on the ground.

He looked down, seeing his feet splash through the water, patches of soap suds covered parts the floor. He quickly moved over to the tub, it was overflowing, he quickly turns off the faucet, the top of the water was covered with bubbles.

Gibbs thrusted his hand into the water, it was scalding hot, he pulled up, his fist held the red hair of Jenny, he reaches both hands into the water, splashing water everywhere as he yanked Jenny out of the tub, her skin was sickening red, he moved his hands to her face, opening her mouth as he started to before CPR, but it was no use, she was gone.

Gibbs sat back against the tub, breathing heavily, he lowers his hand to the ground, hitting something, he looked down, picking up a empty medicine bottle.

He moved his hand to his head, rubbing his brow..."Damn it, Jenny."...He sighed deeply.

The steam started to dissipate, showing a while envelope taped to the mirror with the name: 'Jethro' written in cursive."

Ziva laid on a bed crying, an older woman with graying hair sat down next to her..."It's been three weeks, Ziva, there is nothing I can do to help you?"

Ziva didn't respond, she turned her head downward and continued to cry into her pillow.

"Ziva...up, I will make you your favorite meal, Kugel! It will cheer you up, yes?"...The older woman smiled.

"Aunt Nettie, please!"...Ziva sniffled..."I need..."

"To get off your butt, yaldah...up, up, up!"...Aunt Nettie moved her hand to Ziva's butt, smacking it numerous times.

"Dodah!"...Ziva exclaimed, getting off the bed, she grunted loudly..."I...I am, I...I'm ANGRY."...She closed her eyes, tears started to flow freely... "Heartbroken."...She swallowed hard, wiping her face..."So confused...and, and I am b-b-beherayon."...She sighed, her voice started to crack, she sits down on the edge of the bed, lowering her head, she started to sob loudly..."I miss him..."

Aunt Nettie just looked at her, she lifted her hand to Ziva's face, raising her chin, she slid her fingers upwards, caressing her cheek, he leaned down pressing her lips against her forehead.

A knock on the door makes Nettie pull away from Ziva, turning her body, she moves out of the room as Ziva lays back down, bringing her knees to her chest, hugging her knees tightly.

Nettie moves to the door, looking through the peep hole, seeing the back of a man's head..."Ken?"...She asked.

Tony turned around, he had full facial hair..."Uh, yes, right? Of course it is, uh...ata medaber Anglit?"...He gritted his teeth.

"Yes."

"Uh, good...umm, are you Aunt Nettie? Uh, I mean, uh, well, crap...think DiNozzo! Umm, I'm actually looking for a Ziva David."

Nettie opens the door..."You are DiNozzo?"

"Uh, ken?"

She grabs his arm, pulling him into the apartment..."Come with me."

"Ma'am?"

She stops in the middle of the living room..."Stay."...She lets go of his arm.

"What am I...a dog?"...He sets down his backpack.

Nettie turned a corner, walking down a long hallway, stepping into the bedroom..."A man is here. Up, Ziva."

Ziva didn't move.

"Dahuf!"...Nettie raised her voice.

Ziva sat up, swinging her legs over the edge sluggishly..."I want to be left alone and why would I want to talk to this...man?"

Nettie straightens Ziva shirt..."No, no, all wrong."

"What?"

Nettie moves to the closet, opening the door, she pulls on a chain, turning on a light...she grabs a blue dress, turning back, holding it up under Ziva's chin..."Here, put on."

Ziva sighed..."I do not feel like it...bevakasha."...She looked at her, on the verge of crying once again.

Nettie layed the dress on the bed, she moved her hands to Ziva's face, cupping her cheeks with the palms of her hands..."Put it on, Ziva."...She smiled.

Nettie stepped out of the room, moving back down the hallway, she reached the living room..."Uh, so do you know a Ziva David?"...Nettie didn't stop, she moved right through it into her kitchen..."Uh, okay...I guess I'll just let myself out then, thanks...uh, toda, even."...Tony turned to leave.

"Aunt Nettie, I will not put on this dress, it is old and it smells like malt balls."

"Moth, Zee-vah, not malt."...Tony spoke up.

Ziva stopped in her tracks, she turned her head, seeing Tony, she drops the dress in front of her.

"Shalom, Ziva."...He smiled at her, he steps towards her, picking up the dress.

She closed her eyes for a moment, quickly reopening them, he was still there.

"Here."...He said, handing it to her, but she doesn't take it.

"What are you doing here?"

"You, Ziva."...Tony sets the dress down on a chair..."You're a hard woman to find, you know that? I mean, who would've thought: 122 Nettie's living in Tel Aviv? I've been searching for you for 20 days, 18 hours and 43..."...Tony looked at his watch..."Make that 46 minutes. Oh, Mossad really, really doesn't like me and I met your dad, you were right about him, he does hate me, a LOT, in fact...but he does have a nice beard. Heh."

"Tony..."...Ziva started to speak.

"Wait, let me finish, please."...He cleared his throat..."I love you more than anything in this world and only you can stop me from believing that, so tell me now and I'm gone, I'll never bother you again, but bevakasha...please, let me say my peace. She-who-must-never-be-spoken-of is the past, I swear on my mother's grave, Ziva, you are my present and God willing, my future, my everything...I've been so lost without you."

"Tony..."

"Please, I just wanted to say; give me another change, I won't fail you...what do I need to do?"

"Shut up."...She started to cry.

Tony went silent, he sighed, he started to turn.

"You had me at shalom."

Tony cocked his head, he looked back as Ziva wiped the tears from her face..."But my first word to you was Moth."

"I was still pissed, Tony."...She sniffled, holding out her arms, she laughed, letting out a snort..."That movie, yes?"

Tony moved to her quickly, lifting her into the air, kissing her. He pulled away, smiling at her, he lifted his hand to her face, brushing away her tears..."Ani ohev otach."

She smiled back, kissing him repeatedly. He stepped forward, sitting her on a table next to a wall.

"lo, lo, lo, lo...not in my house."...Nettie said, watching them from the doorway to the kitchen.

Tony turned..."So, you are THE Aunt Nettie?"

Nettie nodded.

Tony took a step back, grabbing his bag, he quickly unzips it, pulling out some lilies..."I'm so, so sorry about talking to you like that. Here, for you."...He held the flowers out to Nettie.

She turned looking at Ziva..."He was the one who yelled on the phone, yes?"

Ziva nodded.

Nettie turns back to Tony and smiles.

Tony squinted at her, looking a bit confused.

"You are Italian, yes?"

Tony nodded..."Yes, Ma'am."

"Do not call me, ma'am...he is cute, Ziva, I give you permission, but he must shave, yes?"

Ziva was now looking at her confused.

"Heh. At least I know where you got the 'yes's' from, Zee-vah."

Ziva looked at Tony, he was smiling..."What?"

Tony shook his head..."I have a gift for you, too."

"A gift?"

Tony reaches into his pocket, pulling his clenched fist out. He knelt to one knee, extending his arm, he turned over his hand, so it was palm up..."Ziva..."

Ziva moved her hands to her face, covering her mouth, she started to cry again.

He opened his hand..."Will you..."

"Yes!"...She exclaimed, tearfully, she lowered her hands long enough to say it, then moved them back.

"That."...Nettie said, moving back into her kitchen.

Tony and Ziva both looked at Nettie, Ziva's head slowly swung back to Tony's hand, staring at the ring in his hand..."Yes, Tony. Yes."...She extended her hand to him as he slid on the ring, then kissed it.

She raised the ring, looking at it..."How could you afford this?"

"I sold my car."

"You what?"

"It's just a car, Ziva, somethings are more important"...Tony stood..."I also bought a house."

"A house?"...Ziva lowered her head...

"Yup, my transformation to Gibbs is complete, I even have a basement and everything. Don't worry, though, I don't do boats...yet."

"How many bedrooms?"...Ziva asked.

"Three, why?"

Ziva moved to him, raises her head, kissing him on the lips..."Good, we will need the room."

"Huh?"

Ziva kissed him again and walked towards the kitchen..."Come."

"Jerry Maguire, Zee-vah."

She stopped..."Hmm?"

"Heh. Nothing, I wouldn't be me if I didn't reference a movie."...Tony grinned, moving up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

She smiled..."Not too hard now."

Gibbs stood sanding along the rib of newly started boat, he stops, moving over to his workbench, he grabs a bottle of Wild Turkey, pouring some into a NIS cup, he lifts it, taking a drink.

He slams it down, shattering it, he turned his hand over, it was bleeding, he lifts a shop rag, pressing it against his palm, he leaned back against the workbench, he looked straight ahead, the envelope from Jenny was stuck to a dart board.

Gibbs moves around the boat, raising his hand, pulling the dart out, freeing envelope, he stepped back to the workbench. He throws the dart as hard as he can throw it, driving the dart into the board to it's hilt.

He looked down at the envelope in his hand, he lifted it to his other hand as he started to open it.

He pulls out the folded letter, opening it.

"My dearest Jethro,

I've been trying to write this letter for ten years now, but never had the courage to do it.

I guess it's too late now.

Seeing you with other women infuriated me. I tried to stay strong, but remembering Paris only made it worse. The thought of you in my arms, but not being able to hurt me worse than the tumor in my head.

It was I, not Trent Kort who killed Commander Coleman, my jealousy got the best of me. Eventhough, I didn't wield the knife, it doesn't mean I wasn't responsible. I'm so sorry.

I know you hate me and you have every reason to, but know this, I did love you and I always will, even in death.

Please forgive me.

Love,

Jenny"

Gibbs sighed deeply, folded the letter back up, sliding it back into envelope. He held it against his chest, getting blood all over the outside of the envelope.