This was fairly short. I struggled to know how to get it to work. I am not very happy with it.

XL. Ohana Means Family. Family Means Nobody Gets Left Behind Or Forgotten.

"You need to ask him."

"And I will."

"You need to ask him today."

"Tomorrow."

"Today, Tony. I have asked Abby and Jenny and Gibbs. You must talk to him today." She sighed, perching on the edge of his desk and running her hand down the side of his face. She kissed him softly, brushing her thumb along his lips when she pulled away. "I am spending the evening at Abby's. You can have McGee over and have the house to yourselves."

"I don't want you over exerting yourself. If you get tired or anything, either go to sleep or come back home. And don't drive if you're tired, get a taxi, or get Abby to drive you home. And no alcohol. Or caffeine. Actually, don't accept anything Abby might offer you. Take your own bottle of water. And…"

"Tony! I will be fine. Stop worrying about me." She pressed her lips to his before he could protest, a tactic she had learnt to be effective in silencing him. "I will be fine. He stood up, keeping his lips attached to hers, and moved closer, running his hands down her sides.

"Hmm…maybe I'll just…take you home…with me…and we can go…to bed…" He murmured between kisses.

"Please don't, DiNozzo!" Gibbs growled, hiding a smirk as he walked in and they leapt apart.

"Gibbs, we cannot do anything until the FBI bring our suspects back." Ziva said, smiling sweetly at him as if she hadn't just been kissing his senior field agent.

He sighed. "So you want to go home?"

"Well, actually, I want to go to Abby's place."

"Okay, okay. Go on. You're not gonna get anything else done today." He waved them off and shook his head. "Just don't accept anything Abby offers you to drink."

"Gibbs, I would never offer Ziva anything that would hurt her or the babies!" Abby said as she ran through, momentarily offended by the suggestion but quickly set back on her course of thought. "Are you ready to go?"

"Just let me get my bag and say goodbye to Tony." She smiled, walking to her desk and picking her backpack and coat up before walking back over to Tony. "Goodnight, Mon Petit Pois."

"G'night, Sweetcheeks. What time will you be home?"

"I do not know. Do not wait up for me." She pressed her lips softly to his. "Talk to him."

"I love you."

"I know."

"Hey, did you just quote a movie?"

"Did you?"

"No, I was telling you how much I love you."

"And I was telling you that I know you love me. I love you too." She smiled, giving him a final kiss before Abby looped an arm through hers and dragged her off.

"He's so gonna wait up for you."

"I know." She chuckled, flicking her gaze back to him one more time before she was pulled into the elevator.

"So, McGee…I've got the house to myself tonight…"

"Yeah. Just don't do anything that Ziva wouldn't like." McGee said noncommittally.

"Well, I was thinking that you could come over. I don't wanna be bored tonight."

"And what are we going to be doing, because the last time I was round yours was New Year's Eve and I ended up playing twister with you, Abby, Cassie and Jimmy. I'm not playing twister again, Tony."

"No, nothing like twister. We can just talk, y'know, catch up. Oh, hey, I got the paint's for the nursery the other day. You could help me start painting it. I need to do the white base layer before I can do anything else so that will be a real help."

"You don't want to be alone when she's not there?" McGee smiled knowingly. He'd noticed that Tony had spent more time in the office when Ziva had been in the hospital. He really couldn't live without her. "I'll help you paint the nursery."

"Thanks, McMonet."


"No, look, like this." McGee demonstrated. "Put less on the brush. You put too much on the brush and it goes everywhere. No more than half an inch on the brush."

"Got it, Probie. I know how to paint, it's really not rocket science."

"That's funny, 'cause you're treating it like it is." McGee quipped. They lapsed into silence, each working on individual walls.

"Tim…" Tony started and then paused, shaking his head.

"What?"

"I have a lot of friends, frat brothers from college and mates from past precincts. But I don't want any of them as my best man." McGee turned around. "You're like a little brother." He stood awkwardly, fidgeting with the paintbrush in his hand.

"Tony, you're like the annoying big brother that I never wanted. But you've taught me things and helped me grow up. I'll do whatever you want. If you want me to be your best man at your wedding, I will, if you want me to babysit your kids so you and Ziva can have a night to yourselves, I will. And I think Abby will say the same. And so will Gibbs and Ducky and the director and even Jimmy."

"You don't have to do that."

"Oh, but we do. See, you're our friends, our family. We have no choice but to help you. And, of course, offering to help keeps us in Ziva's good books."

"Ah, yes. And with those hormones…"

"Exactly. How've they been recently?"

"Not so bad. Ducky recons they'll get worse though. She yelled at me yesterday when I asked why she was crying at the news."

"Why was she crying at the news?"

"I still don't really know." He shook his head and McGee laughed, turning back to the wall he was painting.

"What's it like, Tony? Settling down?"

He paused and looked back at McGee again. "It's…different. Good different. I don't know. I wake up every day and I think about how lucky I am to have her wake up beside me, y'know. I watch her when she working and I can't believe how lucky I am to have her carrying my babies."

"You're happy." McGee summarised.

"Happier than ever before. I don't want anything else. I have everything I want."


"Oh, please, Ziva? Please?" Abby slotted another invite into its envelope.

"I do not know, Abby. It is something that I will have to discuss with Tony." Ziva sighed and looked at her friend.

"But how come everyone else gets to make a speech and I don't?!"

"Well, I am not making a speech, and nor is Jenny or Ducky…"

"If you let Ducky make a speech he'll go on for hours. I won't make it a long speech. Please?" Abby pleaded with her. Her puppy-dog eyes and innocent face made it difficult to say no.

"Abby, it is not just my decision. It is up to Tony too."

"Then I'll ask Tony as well. Look, I'll phone him up now." She grabbed the phone and Ziva shook her head, stopping her.

"Remember why I am here, Abby? I am here so he can ask McGee to be his best man. Please do not disturb them."

"Fine. But I'll ask tomorrow. Ooh, did Gibbs say yes to walking you down the aisle?"

"What do you think?"

"Ah! It's so exciting!" Abby squealed and jumped up.

"It is only two months and one week away." Ziva grinned. "Which means this weekend you must come with me so we can get your dress made."

"Oh, oh, oh, come with me!" She grabbed her hand and pulled her up, dragging the Israeli through to her bedroom. Ziva raised her eyebrows at the coffin in the centre of the room, but let it slid, turning to face the wardrobe that Abby was riffling through. "Ah-ha." She tugged a black cotton dress off of a hanger and held it out, grinning. It was a halter neck with a sweetheart neckline and a laced bodice. She could see a tulle underskirt peeking out from the bottom. "You said I could wear black for the reception?"

"It is very you." Ziva smiled.

"But it's okay?"

"Of course it is. You can wear what you want."

"Eeeeee! Thank you!" She flung her arms around Ziva's neck and kissed her cheek. The assassin just chuckled.

"Abby, please be careful."

"Oh. Sorry." The Goth pulled away quickly, bending down so she was the same height as Ziva's stomach. "Sorry babies. I didn't mean to hurt you, not that I did, but I just want you to know that you are gonna be the luckiest babies in the world because you're going to have a mummy and daddy who love you so much."

"And an Auntie Abby who loves you too." Ziva smiled, pulling her t-shirt up and exposing the golden skin.

"Auntie Abby?! Eeee! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!"

"I told you, you are like a sister to me, and to Tony."

"Eeee! Now I'm even more excited than I was before." Abby bounced around, grinning from ear to ear like a Cheshire cat. She stood and watched on as her friend jumped around, babbling about the wedding and the twins and smiled. She had never though she would ever have what she had. She never thought she would get married and be having children. She never even thought she would have a friend such as Abby who was more of a sister than she could have ever imagined she would be. She never considered the idea that she would have a father figure that would care for her enough to walk her down the aisle, or that she would even have a real family at all. But she did. It was so surreal, and yet it seemed…right.

Everything was falling into place.

Chapter 40. Only ten more until the big chapter 50. I have 11 chapters prewritten for various points in time, and chapter 50 should be one of those, but I do not know which out of two yet. It will depend upon how I space the next few chapters out. Anyway, that is going to be very exciting. Or at least it is for me.

The quote is, I believe, from Lilo and Stitch, which I myself have never seen, but the quote is my brother and my best friend's favourite quote, so I promised them I would use it in a chapter.

Oh, Abby's dress is the H&R London 'Lace Cotton Dress'. I do not think I described it very well. You might be able to find it on the emp-online website.