A/N: I want to thank Jenny Shepard (reviewer, not the character) for her sweet comments, as always. You don't have to check every day though – I pretty much said I'm aiming for Sunday updates. But you could make an account and put it on alert to save you the trouble. Plus I'd be able to respond to you personally rather than here. Thanks to all who review – you guys make me very happy!

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It was early Saturday morning, and Gibbs assumed that he was the first to wake up. That is, until he felt something on his arm and looked down to see his daughter staring up at him. His lips curved upwards as he gently turned on his side, scooting the baby closer so he could kiss her head. It didn't take her long to find his finger and start to chew. The gums felt strange to the touch, but eventually her one tooth found his flesh. Happy that she was entertained, he glanced at his wife and realized she was waking up too.

Jenny looked to her right and saw that Sam was still there and cuddled up against her. She turned her head back towards Jethro, who was still playing with Julia, and smiled. The redhead reached for the fingers of his free hand and held them loosely as she stared deeply into his eyes. She mouthed "I love you" to him before turning her attention to their daughter.

Gibbs carefully removed his hand from Julia and noticed she became agitated. "I think someone's hungry. Want me to get her bottle ready, or do you want to breastfeed?"

Jenny sat up, unbuttoned her pajama top and then reached for the infant - thus answering his question. "I always prefer this way when possible," she said, relaxing as Julia latched on. "As big a pain as it can be at times, I'm going to miss it when she stops. I can't believe how fast she's growing. Where's the time gone?"

He laid his head down across her thighs, looking up at the action above him. "She's not that big yet. Just you wait." He turned a bit so he could rest his hand on her hip.

She raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"Getting comfortable," he mumbled, closing his eyes as he pressed a quick kiss to her thigh. With his thumb, he caressed her skin back and forth.

With her free hand, she threaded her fingers through his hair. "Uh huh. You're not trying to get me aroused, knowing I have two kids attached to me at the moment? Because that, my dear husband, would be… unethical."

He smiled as his mind wandered back to their first time together that second night in Marseille, when the use of that word first became a mantra describing their illicit relationship. Images swept over him of them sweaty and naked, finally giving in after months of sexual tension. He shifted around uncomfortably. "Who's doing the arousing now?"

She smiled mischievously, knowing full well where his mind had traveled. "Perhaps at naptime…" she teased.

When he growled in response, she couldn't help but laugh – which made him feel good. Little warmed his heart more than seeing her happy. Gibbs immediately sat up when he felt his head get slapped. "Hey?"

Jenny's whole body shook with laughter. "It was Sam. Apparently he wakes up violently. You okay, monkey?"

He started rubbing his eyes and mumbling to himself, amusing the two adults next to him.

Gibbs situated himself next to Jenny. He snaked his arm around her, resting his chin on her shoulder as he stared down at their breastfeeding baby. "I never hear you call her Jules."

She snorted. "That's your name for her. Besides, I prefer her full name. You're the only one I ever let call me Jen."

He smiled arrogantly. "What'll you do if someone calls her Julie?"

She rolled her eyes. "Deal, I suppose."

Both turned in surprise when they heard, "Yulie," followed by fits of giggles.

Jenny sighed.

"It's closer," shrugged Gibbs.

At a local coffeehouse, Ziva slowly sipped her beverage as she waited patiently for her companion to arrive.

"I'm here, I'm here, I'm here." Abby plopped down in her seat and reached for the Caf-Pow that was sitting there for her. "Thanks for getting this for me. So what's the scoop?" she asked.

Ziva tried not to laugh at the look of ecstasy that crossed the Goth's face as she took her first sip. Her mood quickly darkened. "I am worried about him."

Abby's shoulders slumped. "How bad was it?"

"Did you know that Sam drew him a picture on his wall, and he plans to keep it?"

"Well, that's kind of sweet." She saw the Israeli cringe. "Not sweet?"

Ziva tapped her finger on the table in front of her. "It is just… I am afraid that if Gibbs and Jenny lose custody of Sam, Tony may take it worse than they will!"

Abby frowned. "I doubt that. But I see your point. Sounds like our boy's in a funk. What can we do to get him out of it?"

"I do not think food alone will heal his hurt this time."

Black pigtails shook back and forth. "Definitely not," she sighed. "Should we call Mary?"

Ziva narrowed her eyes. "Do you really think she is the person to get anyone out of a… funk?"

Abby gave it some thought. "Well, she is female, and he does like the ladies. And she is the lady he's been liking lately," she said, smirking.

"True," she admitted grudgingly. "I suppose a phone call is in order?"

Abby grinned as she nodded vigorously. "Do you have her number?"

"No," sighed Ziva. "But I do know who does." She whipped out her cell phone and dialed.

Sam was running excitedly around the house yelling his head off, obviously feeling much better, when Jenny heard her cell phone. She glanced over at her husband and saw that he was trying to quiet a fussy Julia. She was about to yell for everyone to be quiet when she noticed it wasn't MTAC. "Morning, Ziva. What's up?" she asked, sounding rather harried as she slipped the phone between her shoulder and neck while she continued washing the dishes from breakfast.

The Israeli smirked at her companion. "Bad time, Jenny?"

She couldn't help but laugh. "No, this is pretty normal these days."

"Well, I will not keep you then. Could you give me your friend Mary's number?"

Jenny's eyes widened. She turned off the water, dried her hands and moved the phone to her hand. "Sure, but what's this about? Didn't exactly see you two as girlfriends."

"No. This is true. But Abby and I are… worried… about Tony, and we wanted to speak with her."

Gibbs saw his wife's mood darken.

Jenny leaned against the counter. "Why are you two worried about Tony?" she asked, eyeing her husband.

Ziva grimaced, lightly pounding her head. She hadn't thought far enough ahead to Jenny's reaction, not wanting to upset her friend. "Um… it is a long story. And you sound pretty busy so…"

Jenny had a feeling she knew and decided to let Ziva off the hook. "I'll text you the number as soon as we hang up."

"Thank you." She clicked a button and sat back in her chair.

Abby could see her friend physically relax. "Did you get it?"

As her phone vibrated from the text, Ziva nodded sadly. "I just hope I did not make things worse for them."

"What was that about? Something wrong with DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked as he handed Julia over to her mother.

"Could he know about our problems with Steve?" she whispered.

He thought back to the phone call in Abby's lab and nodded.

She adjusted the baby, hugging her to her shoulder. "Ziva and Abby are worried about him and wanted Mary's number."

He raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, wish them lots of luck with that helping."

Jenny smirked. "Oh, stop it. Mary's great, and you know it." She ignored the look he was giving her. "So are we going bed shopping?"

"You were serious?" She nodded. He looked behind him and saw that Sam wasn't around. "Do you think maybe we should wait until after the lawyer meeting Monday?" He saw the horrified look on her face and immediately regretted his words. "Jen…"

She unconsciously gripped Julia tighter to her. "You really think we could lose him?" Her heart started pounding, and her breathing became more labored.

He wrapped one hand around her and cupped her face with the other, nervous she could zone out or have a panic attack. "Relax, I didn't mean to upset you. You know me. I think the worst. Only you can make me see otherwise."

"Jethro, there's no way we're giving up that easily, do you hear me?" She looked in his eyes, willing him to see things her way. Only when he nodded did she feel her own breathing even out. "So… what time should we go bed shopping?"

In San Diego, Holly was just waking up. Memories of the previous night's lovemaking were replaying in her mind, making her smile. He had been such a generous lover, treating her like a queen. She turned on her side, anxious to snuggle next to him and perhaps initiating a repeat performance – but she discovered he wasn't there. If it had been Jethro, she would have panicked, knowing full well he slinked out during the night. But this was Ryan, and the thought of him brought her comfort. She propped herself up on her elbow and waited for him to reappear.

Sure enough, two minutes later he came in carrying a tray. "Breakfast in bed for the beautiful lady. Or at least what I found that could pass for it," he laughed.

She shook her head and smiled, amused by him but warmed by the amazing feeling she had of trust in this very special man. "Did you sleep all right?"

He gently placed the tray down between them before he took a seat on his side of the bed, leaning over to kiss her briefly on the lips. "Better than I have in years," he whispered seductively. He took one of the forks, pierced a piece of melon and held it out for her.

She smirked as she leaned forward to bite the offered fruit. After chewing, she responded, "Me too."

Ryan took a sip of his coffee, never taking his eyes off her. "So do we have plans, or are we spending the day in bed?"

She laughed. "Well that's a plan too; don't discount the fun that can be had that way."

"Oh, I'm not, believe me. It's what I'm rooting for. Don't get me wrong – San Diego has plenty to see but I'm partial to the sight in front of me."

Holly was about to reward him with a kiss when her phone started ringing. She reached for it and sucked in her breath. "Jenny." She took a deep breath and answered. "Director, you do remember this is my weekend off, right?"

Jenny sighed. "I'm sorry to do this to you. High profile murder in San Francisco. Will need you to meet the L.A. team out there."

Holly cringed as she looked helplessly at Ryan. "Are you serious?" she asked, almost as a reflex from her disbelief. She then heard Jenny snort and start laughing.

"I'm sorry. I can't keep this up. Shut up, Jethro," she insisted, swatting him. "No, sorry Holly. It was a joke," she laughed. "Are things… working out all right?"

"Goodbye, Director," Holly said pointedly before hanging up on her. She looked at Ryan and shook her head. "My boss has a real evil streak," she said, laughing despite herself.

Jenny looked at her husband. "Happy?"

He smiled. "Very."

She shook her head. "OK, let's go shopping now."