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"That no good bastard!" Tony exclaimed as he helped Grandpa Ducky wipe down the wounds on my arms. He'd already put an ice pack around the bruise on my ankle from where Ray had grabbed me.

I nodded quietly. "I know," I whispered, my voice just audible enough, before taking a sip of the warm drink Tim had made for me. It was soothing – tea, actually – and calmed me down.

"I'm glad he's dead," Tim muttered. "He gave off a bad vibe."

Kate frowned. "I'm glad I never even knew this guy." She smiled at me reassuringly. "You did what you had to do, Abby."

I shook my head. "No, no, no, stop saying that!" I yelled. "I killed someone, and you're all saying it's a good thing?"

"No!" Tim denied. "We're trying to comfort you, Abby. Yes, it was bad to kill him, but we didn't like him in the first place."

I frowned. "You… you didn't?"

Tony snorted. "Oh please. He was able to make Ziva wear skirts."

"Just because you couldn't do that," Tim muttered. He ducked quickly to avoid the swipe that Tony had aimed at his head. "I'm being truthful."

"What Ziva needs is a real guy her age," Kate suggested. "That way, he'll be more reliable, and it should be easier for her to keep an eye on him without getting drunk or smoking."

"Well, who do you suggest?" Tim asked. Neither of them ignored the sudden perk of Tony as he sat on the couch.

"Well, there's that guy, Roy Sanders?" Kate asked. "He's in your year, right?"

"Yeah, he's in Ziva's Phys. Ed. Class," Tim explained. "But isn't he the guy that's almost always off ill?"

"He had leukemia last year," Tony added. "He wasn't cured until last month, and he's been in the hospital since – he's still recovering."

Kate frowned. "Too much for her, then?"

Tony and Tim nodded. The group sighed and started to think. I raised an eyebrow at them. They were doing this because…

"How about Brent?" Tim asked. "You know, Brent Langer?"

"Forget it," Tony growled. "That boy is going nowhere near her – idiotic flirt."

Kate crossed her arms. "Who do you suggest, then?" she asked Tony.

Tony shrugged. "I dunno."

"Uh, how about James Landis?" I asked quietly.

"Shoplifter," Tony stated. "Ziva doesn't date shoplifters."

"But she dated a smoker," Tim pointed out. "And the guy was in college – don't you think that's a bit awkward for her?"

"But if what you told me is true, then Ziva loved him too much for it to seem awkward to her," Kate explained. "So she seemed perfectly happy."

"But that possibility is out of the window," Tony pointed out.

"How about Michael Rivkin?" Tim asked. "He used to be Ziva's best friend, and he used to hang out with us when Tony was with his jock buddies."

Tony glared at him. "No."

"Didn't Tony put him in hospital?" Kate asked. "That is the same guy, right?"

I nodded. "He beat him up real bad. Not a good idea for them to be together, especially with Tony around us as much as he is now."

Kate's eyes lit up and she snapped her fingers. "That's it! I've got it!"

I turned to her. "Okay, who've you got in mind?"

"Tony!"

Tony jumped. "What?"

Kate smiled. "You're the person who should date Ziva. You're perfect for each other! I mean, you're both really into Phys. Ed., and you know each other really well, so there's nothing you really need to learn about each other on your first date. And she won't need to feel uncomfortable much around you because you're such good friends," Kate explained.

Tony shook his head. "No, we're too close."

"But you like her," I pointed out.

Tony blushed. "Well…"

There was a knock at the front door.

"You children just keep on with your interesting conversation," Grandpa Ducky said. "I'll just answer the door."

We all nodded and continued to decide who Ziva should go out with – Tony was our best choice, and there wasn't really much wrong about him to turn her off. Apart from the fact that they were close friends… but that didn't count.

After about two minutes, Grandpa Ducky reentered the room… with my parents and Ziva in tow. My mom and dad were looking at me solemnly, and Ziva just glared at me. I looked down immediately after noticing how murderous her eyes were.

"Abby," dad started. "Are you alright?"

I looked up at him. "I don't know." I gave a small sniff. "Are we going?"

Mom nodded. "Come on, Abby."

I nodded and stood up. Tim automatically stood beside me. I turned to him and frowned. "Tim, what are you…?"

"I'll walk you to the door," he said.

I gave him a small smile. "Thanks, Tim."

Dad nodded and led mom and Ziva towards the door. I hung back for a little while.

"I'll call you when I get the chance," I muttered to them. "If I live, that is."

"ABBY!"

"Coming!" I called back. I pecked Tim on the cheek. "See ya!" I headed for the door, my palms sweating. I didn't want to go home. I wanted to live. I wanted to see tomorrow, and it seemed as if going home with Ziva wasn't going to allow me to do that…

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