Are you sure this is gonna work?" Tony asked McGee. Abby had taken Ziva down to her lab to do some baby stuff – choosing outfits and finding toys.

"I'm sure it will, Tony."

"I dunno, McGee, maybe I should get the ring back…"

"Let her keep the damn ring, DiNozzo." Gibbs sat at his desk.

"But why boss? I don't think she even cares about me anymore." Tony put his head in his hands.

"Because you still love her, DiNozzo. It's not that hard to work out."

McGee smiled. "Actually, it might be hard for him…"

"McGee…" Tony warned.

McGee straightened his face. "Right, shut up if you wanna live. Got it."

Gibbs looked at the two men expectantly. "Are you two ready?"

Tony sighed before nodding. "I'm ready, boss."

Abby grabbed Ziva's hand and continued to drag her down the corridor towards interrogation. Ziva stumbled as she was dragged down the corridor.

"Abby! Where are you taking me?" she asked.

"It's a surprise!" she replied. When she reached interrogation room 1, she opened the door for Ziva. "Your surprise is in there," she told her.

As Ziva stepped into the room, she shoved her and closed the door. Ziva spun around to get out of the room quickly, but wasn't fast enough to make it out of the door – it slammed in her face. Ziva reached for the handle and turned it, but growled when she heard it lock. She pounded on the door. "Abby! Let me out!"

"It's not gonna happen."

Ziva span to face the person who had just spoken. It was Tony. "Oh, it's you."

"Yeah," he replied. "Just me."

There was an awkward silence in the room as the two acknowledged each other. They both realized what they had to say.

"I just –" they both started simultaneously. They laughed at each other.

"You go first," Ziva said.

"I just want to say sorry for being such a jerk. I know that being tired didn't help, and I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you. I should've told you how I felt about the plans and shared your idea rather than storming off and nearly sleeping with my ex-girlfriend."

Ziva paused. "Nearly?" she frowned, but sighed and continued with what she had to say. "And I would like to apologise for being so bad tempered and not listening to your ideas or your side of the story. I should have told Maria to turn the music off when she woke me up."

"So, will you forgive me?"

"Only if you forgive me."

"I forgive you." Tony paused. "Do you still love me?"

"Oh, Tony!" Ziva waddled up to him and hugged him. "There's no need to ask the question when the answer is right beneath your toes."

Tony chuckled. "You're an American citizen and you still can't get the phrases right: it's right beneath your NOSE."

"Ok," Ziva admitted. "Just remember to write that in your wedding vows," she teased. Tony laughed and kissed her head.

"I will, Ziva, because I love you."

Ziva looked up at him. "I love you too." She kissed him tenderly on the lips, and they shared the most passionate kiss they had in weeks. When they pulled away Ziva remembered something.

"Oh, I just remembered – Jeanne called."

Tony stiffened.

"She told me about what happened the other night."

Tony relaxed a bit. "What did she say?"

"She explained about how it was partly – no mainly – her fault."

Tony let out a huge breath of relief.

Ziva smiled. "I'm guessing you didn't want her to say that it was all your fault."

Tony chuckled. "You guessed correctly, my sexy little ninja." He gave her a peck on the lips. "Besides, I didn't sleep with her..."

Ziva rolled her eyes at him and slapped him on the arm. "You are very lucky that you did not."

Tony just smiled.

Abby and McGee watched the whole conversation from the observation room. McGee's arm slipped around Abby's waist and they smiled at the way they acted towards each other. Abby rested her head on McGee's shoulder.

"They look so sweet together," Abby smiled.

"I know, Abs. I'm just glad they're back together again."

"Yeah, it'll keep the bull-pen the way it should be."

Tony and Ziva sat quietly at their desks, stealing the occasional smile or laugh at each other. Gibbs walked into the bull-pen, quite shocked by the quietness. Of course, he expected it from McGee, who was doing his computer work like crazy, but Tony and Ziva? He sat at his desk and checked his e-mails before something seemed to fly in the bull-pen. He smiled – Tony was at it again. He heard Ziva growl. 'I wouldn't mess with her if I were you, DiNozzo,' he thought as Tony threw another paper ball at her head. Ziva growled even louder this time. Tony threw one more paper ball before she cracked.

"Stop it now, Tony."

"No way." He threw another ball at her head. This time Ziva caught it and threw it back, catching Tony in the forehead. She giggled. Tony scrunched up another piece of paper and threw it at Ziva again, hitting her forehead. Her giggling ceased immediately. McGee and Tony failed to hide their laughter. Gibbs couldn't hold back a smile.

"What?" Ziva asked.

"You… you should've seen your face!" Tony laughed even louder. Ziva picked up her stapler and was about to throw it when Gibbs' phone rang. He picked it up and spoke for a bit before putting it down. He got up and started to walk off to Forensics.

"I don't want to see any of you in autopsy, understand?"

Tony and McGee smiled at him. "Got it boss!"

Ziva nodded. "By the way, Gibbs, about the ultrasound…"

"Can't make it. Busy."

Ziva's eyes widened in shock. She realized the situation she had been put in and smiled. "I guess I should have expected that." She turned to Tony. "Will you come with me tomorrow?"

Tony's face brightened up. "I would love to! I mean you're now, what, 25 weeks? And tomorrow I'll be able to see my little girls! By the way, when is the appointment?"

Ziva laughed. "At 1 o'clock tomorrow, after we have lunch."

"You've had this all sorted out, haven't you?"

Ziva nodded eagerly. "I had a feeling this would happen if we became friends again."

Tony stood up and slowly walked towards Ziva's desk. "We're more than friends Ziva, much more." He caressed her cheek.

Ziva leaned into Tony's caress and smiled. "Are we?"

Tony smiled at her. "Of course we are." He leaned in and kissed Ziva tenderly on the lips. She was a little shocked by what had happened, but kissed him back with feeling, bringing her hands up to his neck. Tony brought his other hand to the other side of her face and smiled as they pulled away from each other.

"You are right," Ziva gasped, "we definitely are."