Tony sat at his desk and was doing his work quietly when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He rubbed his shoulder and held it in the position for a little while before letting go. Somehow that always got rid of the pain. He continued to get on with his work, slowly shrugging and circling his shoulders as he did so.

Ziva watched him from her desk. She was waiting for just the right time to bring up the subject. She tapped her fingers on her desk impatiently. She looked up at Tony. "Tony…"

"Alright, Ziva. Get the wedding planner out." He sighed and wheeled himself around his desk to get to Ziva's. He smiled when she dumped the huge planning book on her desk. "Wow."

"I want this to be perfect, Tony." She flipped past a few pages before finally settling on one. "Ah, here it is." She read the page quickly. "Where are we going to have the wedding?"

Tony smiled. "That's easy!"

"I know – the local chapel!"

"Yeah! Wait – the local chapel?"

Ziva nodded. "Yes, why not?"

"Oh, it's just that I was thinking of something more romantic. You know – the beach?"

Ziva opened her eyes in shock. "The beach? No, I do not want to get married at the beach. Who would want to get married there?"

"I would."

"And why, may I ask?"

"Because it's romantic, Zi. The waves lapping softly against the shore, the sun just peeking above the horizon… the golden glow reflecting against your eyes as you say 'I do'…"

"Tony, flattery will get you nowhere."

"I know." He stared at Ziva. "Why would you want a chapel wedding?"

"It seems nice. Very calm and quiet. Not to mention the hymns that are sung…"

"You like the hymns?"

"Yes – it is part of a traditional American wedding, no?" She picked up the pen to start writing in the planner. Tony snatched it out of her hand.

"There is no way my wedding will be in a chapel." He twisted the planner towards him and began to write. Ziva snatched the pen back.

"It's my wedding too," she stated before crossing out what Tony wrote and starting to write in her idea.

'There's only one thing to do,' Tony thought. He quickly reached for the coffee cup on his desk and tossed the contents onto the planner and Ziva. She growled in frustration.

"You ruin everything, Tony!" she screamed before running to the bathroom to get a tissue and dry herself.

Tony smiled cheekily. "That's one way to earn a very annoyed Ziva," he mumbled to himself.

Ziva waddled out of the elevator an into Abby's lab, trying to get as much coffee off her top as possible.

"Tony will really pay for this…" she mumbled as she wiped her top. Abby watched her as she came in.

"What's wrong, Ziva?" she asked. Ziva showed her the top she was wearing. Abby gasped.

"Who…?"

"Tony, Abby… Tony." She threw down the tissue, frustrated. Abby smiled at her.

"Hey, I know something that could make you better." She took off her lab coat and hung it up. She took her coat and grabbed Ziva's hand, running towards the elevator.

"Where are we going, Abby?" Ziva asked.

"I'll show you when we get there!"

Abby walked Ziva into the baby store, dragging her to the back where all the baby outfits were. Abby giggled with glee.

"Here we are!" she squealed. Ziva raised an eyebrow at her.

"The baby store?"

"Yeah! I thought going shopping for baby clothes would help you feel better. Plus we get to do extra shopping because there are two on the way!" Abby grabbed a few pink outfits off the shelves. "Look at these! Aren't they the cutest?"

Ziva smiled. "Yes, they are Abby, but I don't see how they will make me better…"

"It will take your mind off Tony?" Abby suggested.

Ziva considered that for a second. "Good point. Carry on."

Ziva watched as Abby pulled more onsies off the shelf and suggested them to Ziva. Each time Ziva pondered the thought of her baby wearing it before kindly rejecting it. After a while, Abby sighed.

"You have to pick out one soon, Ziva, otherwise there will be nothing left to choose!" She put a pink onsie with a teddy bear on the front back on its shelf.

"I know, Abby… I just cannot choose!" Ziva's eyes wandered over the baby clothes helplessly, trying to find something that she would love her babies to wear.

Something flashed in Abby's mind. "Hey, I've got a friend who's doing something for me. Would you mind coming?"

Ziva shrugged. "If it means that I don't have to stare at pink outfits all day, then yes."

Abby smiled and grabbed Ziva's hand as she ran out of the shop.

Abby and Ziva entered a costume parlour, dresses and outfits covering the walls. Abby strode up to the counter and leaned over it. A dark haired man in his thirties walked up to her.

"Abby! How nice to see you!" he exclaimed.

Abby smiled. "Hey, Joe! Have you got the outfits I wanted?"

"Yes, all personalized for you!"

"Great!" She turned to Ziva, who was standing behind her with a confused look on her face, as Joe went to get the outfits. He returned with a bag and placed it on the counter.

"Here you go, Abby!" he handed her the bag and receipt. She smiled as she took the bag from him.

"Thanks Joe!"

"Anytime!" he called out behind her as she and Ziva left the shop. Ziva slowed down before Abby could drag her into another shop.

"What is in the bag, Abby?"

Abby smiled. "I'll show you when we get back to base."

Ziva rolled her eyes, then felt her stomach rumble. She felt a fluttering in her stomach as the babies moved. "Abby, I think it is time for lunch."

Abby smiled. "There's a café just around the corner. We'll have lunch there." She linked arms with Ziva and they walked off to eat their lunch.

Tony looked at his watch and sighed. "First she disagrees with me on wedding plans, then runs off?"

Abby and Ziva laughed as they walked out of the elevator into the bull-pen. They walked up to Ziva's desk and Abby put the shopping bag down on the desk. Ziva let go of Abby and opened the bag.

"Now can I see what is in the bag?" she asked impatiently. Abby smiled.

"Sure, go ahead."

Tony edged nearer to them to find out what they were up to.

Ziva reached into the bag and pulled out two boxes. She opened the first box and gasped as she pulled a pink onsie outfit with purple writing on it. It read 'NCIS' on the front, and on the back it said 'Special Agent DiNozzo'.

"This is adorable, Abby!" Ziva smiled as she pulled another outfit out of the same box.

Tony took the other box and opened it to reveal two other outfits, similar to the pink ones but instead purple with pink writing. He smiled.

"You got them outfits?" he asked.

Abby looked at Tony. "Yeah, but that one's for babies aged 6 to 12 months." She held up one of the pink outfits. "This one's for 3 to 6 months."

Tony nodded as he put the outfit back into the box and handed it back to Ziva, who placed it back into the bag.

"Oh, Ziva and I stopped off at the new house today, Tony," Abby added. "It's looks fabulous! You're lucky to have it!"

Tony smiled. "Thanks, Abby. I'm glad you like it."

"I took Abby on a tour of the house, and do you know what it reminded me?" Ziva asked.

Tony sighed. "I promised you that I would paint it, and I'm promising you now that I will get to it this weekend."

"It's not just that, but we need you to choose the colours for the babies' room. Maria can choose the colours for her own room."

Tony nodded as he sat at his desk. "We'll talk later, honey."

"How much later?"

"You get too excited too quickly…"

"It the hormones, Tony."

"I know. Maybe tonight… or tomorrow…"

"Tony…" Ziva warned.

"Fine then." Tony looked at his watch. It was two o'clock. "Tomorrow at four o'clock we'll discuss the babies' room."

Ziva smiled and giggled with glee.

Abby smiled. "I'm glad you're happy. Gibbs will want me to do some forensic analyzing for him, so I've gotta go." She gave Ziva a bone crushing hug. "See you later, Ziva." She skipped to the elevator and bumped into Gibbs, causing him to nearly drop it.

Gibbs sighed when Abby gasped and covered her mouth. "Abs…?"

"I'll head back down to the lab…"

"Good idea."

Abby stepped past him into the elevator and waved at everyone as the door closed.

Gibbs chuckled as he headed into the bull-pen. His smile disappeared when he saw Ziva sitting at her desk. "Agent David, where have you been?" he demanded.

Ziva jumped when she heard his voice. "Abby and I needed to go out for lunch."

Gibbs raised his eyebrows at her.

"I was hungry!" Ziva tried to convince him. Gibbs nodded as he sat at his desk.

"Just make sure you tell someone before you go out next time. We were worried, Agent David."

Ziva raised her eyebrows at him. "Worried?"

Gibbs smiled. "What? Doesn't a boss have the right to know about the well being of his employees? Make sure you tell me next time, David, or else you're going straight on maternity leave."

Ziva nodded eagerly. If there was one thing worse than being stuck at a desk all day, it was being stuck in an apartment all day.