"So Ziva…since we don't have to worry about Mossad anymore, when do we get to go back home?"

She didn't respond.

"Zee-vah?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry. I was just thinking…"

"About?"

"If Jeanne was behind you getting shot at the bank, then she must have known we were here! But how did she know?"

"Damn, that's a good question," he moved behind her and put his arms around her waist, "but let's not worry about it now. I really wanna go home."

Ziva placed her hands on top of Tony's, "Okay. It will take a few months, though."

"Why?"

"Well, we have to put up the illusion of selling the house, invent a pretense for leaving, and take care of everything else associated with moving while making it seem like we are still the completely normal DiNardo's."

"Why? Mossad isn't after you anymore, so the covers don't matter anymore!"

"We cannot make the covers just disappear. It will raise too much suspicion, and if we get caught, we could be accused of fraud."

"Really? 'cause that sucks! Can we at least call Abby and McGee now?"

"Yes, in fact, let's do that now."

"Yess!"

Tony grabbed the phone and called Abby's cell phone, making sure to put it on speaker. After a few rings, she answered.

"Abby Scuito, super awesome forensic scientist! What can I do for you?"

Tony and Ziva laughed before Ziva was able to say, "Abby, it is us, Ziva and Tony."

They heard a shriek and a cracking noise, "Sorry, I dropped the phone…I'm so excited to hear from you!"

"It is good to hear your voice, Abby."

"Aww! I'm hugging you both in my mind right now! When are you guys coming back! We miss you!"

"We'll be back in a few months; we have to take care of some things here before we leave."

"Okay…by the way, Tony, some creepy guy moved into your apartment."

"Well, I won't be living there anymore when we get back. It's not big enough for two people."

Abby screamed, "You mean you guys are gonna live together?!"

Tony looked at Ziva, who smiled and answered, "Yes, Abby, we are."

Abby screamed again, and Tony and Ziva heard 'Abby! Are you alright?'.

"Yeah! I'm talking to Tony and Ziva!"

"Huh? Oh, hi! It's good to hear from you guys!"

"Hey Probie, how's it going down in cyber-crimes?"

"Well, you would find so many ways to torture and make fun of them, that you would run out of the energy to do it!"

"Sounds horrible."

"It is."

"How's Gibbs?"

"He's in South Dakota, investigating a serial killer. He's been doing better lately, though. He's kinda almost back to his normal self."

They talked for about an hour before Abby and McGee had to hang up. An hour away from work was not smiled upon by Vance, though it's not like he ever smiled at anything, and he had his assistant hound them until McGee got back to cyber-crimes and Abby got back to analyzing samples from the Dog Hair case.

"Shoot!"

Ziva turned to look at Tony, who was in the kitchen making lunch. "What? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, there was something that I was gonna ask Abby when we were on the phone with her, but I forgot!"

"What were you going to ask her?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing just means it's something you do not want to say."

"I'll tell you later."

Ziva sighed, "Fine."

Tony set two plates on the table and he and Ziva ate their lunch, both thinking about how much they want to get back to D.C.

Just a lame filler chapter...the next few are about Gibbs, Jenny, and Allie.

Just so you know, since I'm on vacation, I'm typing all my stuff on my PDA which doesn't have spell-check, so I'm sorry for any errors.