Forgive me my loves! When I originally posted this chapter I'd decided last minute not to do something I'd planned with Jimmy and Breena, and instead, in my exhaustion wrote about their wedding plans. Forgetting in my muddled mind that they'd already gotten married! Thanks RJones for pointing out my obvious faux pau! So I'm reposting this with the original idea. This is what I get for second guessing myself. Consider myself thoroughly kicked.

What Do You Got: Chapter Two

Jethro sat back in his desk chair with Amira resting her head on his shoulder half asleep. He closed his eyes as well with a soft smile on his face. They were going to be gone for a whole week without her, and he was going to miss her. He knew it. He was more worried though about how she was going to do with them gone for so long. He didn't remember any time where Leyla had ever left her in someone else's care this long. He knew there had been occasional slumber parties at Miram's house, and she'd spent the night with Abby and Tim before. And the guys were always at the house, sometimes even crashing there when they'd all been drinking after Amira went down for the night.

This was different though.

Amira had just lost Leyla a few months before. Not even that long. Her new dads were everything safe and secure to her in the world. He knew their friends had everything possible planned for her while they were gone to keep her comfortable and distracted, complete with the new adventure of staying at Sierra's apartment during the day, and having the guys spending almost every night with her at the house. He was excited in so many ways about his honeymoon, but there was something in his gut that just wouldn't settle. It wasn't horrible or ominous, but it did tell him that this wasn't going to go as smoothly as they wanted it to.

Vance's voice pulled him from his thoughts, and caused him to open his eyes.

"I don't know if I've ever seen you look so… serene," he jested quietly.

Jethro smirked, and Tony smiled to himself from over the dividing wall as he eavesdropped.

"All is right in the world," Jethro said softly. "I have my daughter and husband close and safe, my flight leaves in the morning for my honeymoon, and that dumbass has left for the day."

Vance laughed soundlessly. "I heard he got out of hand in this morning's meeting."

"McGee told you what he said?"

"The PG version."

Jethro grunted.

"I expect his reassignment papers on my desk when you get back."

Jethro nodded and cocked an eyebrow at his boss.

"Had a quick chat with McGee about that spot. Might have an idea or two. We'll talk when you return."

"Idea?"

"On ways to get to know agents before we put them on your team. Make sure they even have a shot before we go that far."

"Just gonna take time." Jethro was curious as to what these ideas may be, but he knew he'd find out in due time.

Vance nodded. "I'd like to see us start that clock before we make the transition to your team. I need to think on it some more, and you need to go home."

Amira shifted and snuggled into Jethro's collar before sighing and returning to sleep. "Waiting for Abby to finish some tests for Balboa. McGee is helping her. Should be done soon."

"Good. You've got my number if you need me. Safe travels." Vance turned and headed for the elevator. As he got on, Abby and Tim got off. They exchanged farewells, and the two joined Jethro and Tony in the bullpen.

"Awww, Gibbs!" Abby gushed quietly with her hands over her heart.

Jethro rubbed Amira's back. "Time to wake up sweetie." Amira groaned and sat partially up, rubbing her eyes. "Come on," he cajoled. "Abby and Tim are going to take you to dinner and a movie."

"A movie?" Amira asked cautiously and quietly, still trying to regain her senses.

"Yeah!" Abby said excitedly. "We're going to get popcorn and everything!"

"Sound good?" Jethro asked. Amira nodded and rubbed her eyes. She crawled down off of Jethro's lap and stood there for a minute as she adjusted to the brightness around her.

"Then you'll spend the night at our house tonight, and tomorrow we've got a big day planned!" Tim said with a grin as he packed up his things for the night.

"Fun things?" Amira asked.

"Of course!" Abby said.

Amira turned to Jethro. "Do you have to go away? You can do fun things with us, too!"

Jethro smiled at her, and put his hand on the side of her head. "Daddy Tony and I are going to go on our honeymoon while you have a special week full of fun with your godparents and the guys. You'll have so much fun you won't have a chance to miss us!"

"But I don't want you to go," she said softly.

"Why not?" Jethro asked. Amira just threw herself on him and shrugged.

Tony stood up and leaned over the divider. "You'll be okay," he said. "You have to stay here and make sure that Tim, Abby, Elly, and Dorney don't get lonely. And Daddy Gibbsy and I need some adult time."

"Eeeeewwww! Cooties!" Amira squealed as she continued to roll against Jethro until she could look up at Tony.

"Lots of cooties!" Tony said conspiratorially.

Jethro pulled Amira into his arms, and started pecking kisses all over her face much to her glee. She wriggled free and ran for the safety of Tim, and he betrayed her by tickling her. She squealed and shouted "Timmy!" at the top of her lungs before giggling.

"You ready to go?" Abby asked as she grinned at them.

"Yeah," she said, but she ran around the bullpen and over to Tony who scooped her up in a hug.

"You be good for Abby, Tim, Sierra and the guys, okay?" he said.

"Okay," she said.

"I love you very, very, very much, and I'll miss you lots," he told her as he squeezed her and kissed her cheek.

"I love you, and I will miss you lotses, too," she said.

"But we'll video chat every night before bed, and you can tell us all about your day," Tony reminded her.

"Promise?" she asked.

"I promise," he said, holding up his pinky for her to link hers with. She obliged, and then hugged him within an inch of his life. He stood up and carried her back over to Jethro who hugged her and told her he loved her as well.

"Okay Princess Amira! Let's go!" Abby said.

"Take care of our girls, McGee," Jethro said with a smirk.

"Will do, Boss." He turned to Tony and held up his pinky with a smirk. "I pinky promise." Tony shoved him, and they all laughed as Tim followed Abby and Amira to the elevator.

"What about you?" Jethro asked. "Are you ready?"

"For our honeymoon? Yes. For leaving our daughter behind for a week? No."

"I don't know which of you will have it the worst," Jethro said with a chuckle as he got to his feet. He stepped close to Tony, and bent to whisper in his ear. "I can think of some great ways to distract you."

Tony's eyes closed, and his breath caught. He loved when Jethro whispered in his ear. There was something about it that made him feel possessed and wanted. It was incredibly hot.

"I'm sure you can," Tony said with a flirty tone as he opened his eyes and stepped away to get his stuff from his desk.

He met up with Jethro again at the stairwell, and they headed down slowly together, hands finding each other. Their stop in the blind bend for a kiss was a little longer than usual. Jethro's hand found its way around Tony's waist, and Tony moaned into the kiss.

"Getting started early?" Tony asked.

"Started? I never stopped," he said with a smirk, and pulled Tony with him down the stairs.

"Do you know how badly I want you right here and now?" Tony said softly as they made their way.

Jethro smirked to himself. "My very own exhibitionist."

Tony laughed. "Well, I've had my moments."

"Oh? I'd like to hear about those moments."

"Really?" Tony asked as they got into the car.

"Better yet, you probably shouldn't tell me. I don't know if I'd be more jealous, or take you in the backseat."

"Hopefully backseat," Tony said with a waggle of his eyebrows. Jethro's grin made Tony grin wider.

They were home rather quickly for Friday night rush hour traffic, and within seconds they were rushing to get each other's clothes off. Tony's hands guided Jethro's jacket over his shoulders while Jethro pulled the knot loose in Tony's tie. There was a sweet, playful summer glee to their love making. They were hungry for it, but they didn't burn too hot or too fast. Shirts came off next, and hands coursed their familiar way over each other's torsos, throaty moans acknowledging their appreciation of each other's time in the gym. Meanwhile, their mouths were connected in a tongue battle that neither wanted to win, but fought gallantly anyway.

Finally, they were down to their pants. Tony pulled Jethro's belt open, unbuttoned his slacks, and then used the waistband to turn the older man and back him up until he fell over the arm of the couch. Jethro crashed onto his back with a laugh. Tony laughed as well, looking down on the love of his life as he unbuckled his pants and stripped down. Jethro was pulling his pants down as he scooted back on the couch, cock springing to attention. Tony got into the end table drawer, and reached in the back corner for the glasses case they kept a small bottle of lube hidden in.

Jethro raised an eyebrow at him, curious as to which way this was going to go. Tony moved to straddle Jethro, his smile never fading. Jethro let one leg rest over the side of the couch on the floor to give Tony room to perch above him. Jethro held out his palm, familiar enough with Tony now to know that Tony was going for a ride if he was mounted like this. Tony squirted a palm full of the liquid into his hand, and Jethro slicked himself well, then lined himself up for Tony to lower himself on. It was a deliciously slow descent, and with every centimeter Tony descended on Jethro's cock, Jethro descended into madness.

When Tony rode him like this without prepping he could be so tight that Jethro was terrified of hurting his husband, but Tony insisted he liked the slow burn of the stretch, and even begged for it sometimes. Jethro loved when Tony begged, but for now he was content just to be with Tony, alone, happy and carefree for the first time in weeks.

Tony finally bottomed out, his head thrown back in the beautiful feeling of being joined with Jethro. He moved cautiously, knowing that he wasn't completely pliant enough to start a hard ride yet, but yearning for it. He opened his dazed eyes, and looked down at Jethro as he started to slowly rock his hips.

Jethro's eyes half closed, but only half. He watched Tony, and Tony watched him. Every move Tony made elicited another motion from Jethro; a bitten lip, a gasp through parting lips, an arch of his back. Tony earned each small token of lust with twisted rolls of his hips that increased in speed and intensity as he continued. Soon he was rising and falling over Jethro's cock with a slick, slide, slap!

Tony's ass hitting Jethro's thighs in the summer heat stung. The windows had been left open all day, and the heat in the room was becoming stifling as their love making intensified. Jethro started thrusting up to meet Tony's gallop. There were words of encouragement that neither remembered nor really listened to as they reached for that peak. Once they hit it, they both tumbled over fairly close to one another. Jethro filled Tony, and Tony came partially over Jethro's chest and into his own fist.

Tony sat back on Jethro's thighs as he caught his breath, his head towards the ceiling. Once he looked down at Jethro they simultaneously said, "Shower" and got to their feet. They ran for the bedroom and into the bathroom, the heat of the August day making them extra-aware of their sweat and body fluids. They took the time to slow down in the shower though, kissing and touching each other in a slow languid way that they hadn't had the ability to do for a long while now since Amira came to live with them.

It was official- their honeymoon had begun.

*******WDYG?********

Parke was sitting on the couch with Tiffany as they discussed what the doctor had told her at her doctor's appointment that morning. Parke was aggravated with himself for not taking the time off to be with her. He had been for every other appointment, so he thought that it would be fine to miss one, especially with how Tiff was acting towards him. Of course, Murphy's Law prevailed, and this one had ended up being important.

Tiffany had been having pains, but then again, she'd been having all sorts of pains and horrible morning sickness throughout the entire pregnancy thus far until about a week prior when the vomiting finally stopped. They thought the worst of it was over. They were content now, and were working to move things forward with getting the nursery prepped and planning the shower.

Until the appointment that morning put a big damper on everything.

The baby was turned in a weird position, which in and of itself wasn't the worst thing. But Tiffany's sugar counts were through the roof. She was a well-managed hypoglycemic when she wasn't pregnant, but she had developed full-blown diabetes now that she was carrying. On top of that, her blood pressure had skyrocketed, and the baby's heartbeat was a little fast for only 15 weeks along.

"She's just anxious to get here!" Parke tried to joke with Tiff to lighten the mood. But apparently the doctor didn't think anything about the situation was funny. He was demanding that Tiffany go on immediate bedrest, and unless the situation improved drastically, she would be down until the baby girl was born.

They discussed the financial aspects, then moved to the implications for their work lives and home lives. In the back of his mind Parke was terrified. Not only was his little girl fragile, but he and Tiff had already been stretching the bonds of their love with the Prego Monster mood swings. He tried to remember that behind the angry and bitter retorts was the wife he loved so dearly, buried under hormonal rage. She cycled between happy, horribly bitter and demonic, to guilt-ridden and shame-filled, to loving, to happy again.

If Parke didn't know better, he'd call her out on the cycle of abuse he'd been receiving. He did have some heartfelt talks with her about being the Prego Monster, and she'd given him permission to call her out on it. It helped. Most of the time. But not always. He just kept telling himself that his daughter would make it all worth it, but he was almost as excited to have his wife back to normal as he was to have the baby girl brought into the world. He wondered how they were going to make it through the next six months, but he was determined to find a way.

************WDYG?***************

Elly and Ned walked hand-in-hand through the park. The sun was setting over the docks, and they both took turns glancing up to watch the boats bob on the water, shadowy silhouettes against the fiery sky. They had been talking about the meeting that morning and Sommers' comment.

"Are you really going to kick his ass on Monday?" Ned asked.

"Probably," Elly answered back with a shrug. "Take him down a peg, help him up, take him down another peg. I've seen him fighting in the gym before. He's all classic technique. FLETC style. So predictable. He doesn't stand a chance. You can tell he's never had a serious punch thrown at him in the street."

"Well, he is a baby agent."

"He's going to be lucky to be an agent at all once the Gibbses are done with him."

"I love that," Ned said with a happy sigh.

"What?" Elly asked, bumping him with his shoulder as they walked closely.

"The Gibbses," he said, looking over at Elly with a bright smile. "I'm just still so blown away at how this year has gone! Them getting married was just the icing on the cake."

"No," Elly corrected. "You and I getting married will be the icing on the cake." He stopped and reached for Ned's other hand, turning to stand chest to chest with him. He loved when Ned looked shy like this, his eyes gray and shadowy, yet somehow so full of light; his smile just for him. He leaned up to kiss that smile now, and Ned slipped his hands around Elly's waist, pulling him towards him. The kiss deepened and they stood in the shadow of a tall sailboat as they kissed through the sunset.

Once the sun dipped over the horizon, and they realized it had gotten dark while they'd been making out, Elly pulled back. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Ned said with a smile. At some point his hands had gone into the back pockets of Elly's jeans. He pulled him closer to him and kissed him one more time before letting him go completely.

They linked hands and headed towards where Ned's car was parked. They were both quiet for the first minute or so, and then Ned turned to Elly.

"I am going to like staying at Boss' house this week. I like how it feels like a home, you know? It's just… cozy? Maybe cozy isn't the right word."

"It feels like a family lives there, and it feels like we're a part of that family," Elly said, looking up at Ned with seriously happy eyes. Ned noticed the look and smiled. He bit his lower lip, thinking about what he wanted to say, and then looked away as he wondered if now was the right time.

"What?" Elly asked.

"Nothing," Ned said.

"Bullshit. What's going on in there?" Elly pushed.

"Well, we haven't really talked about whether or not we want to start a family, though I think we've both dropped clues that it's a part of the plans."

"I think we want to. Am I reading that right?" Elly asked cautiously.

Ned nodded. "Definitely!" His smile doubled. "I'm just not sure when. We have the kind of career that makes it hard. Look at how difficult things are for Boss and Gibbs."

"Yeah, but they are two team leads with a daughter that just suffered a tragic loss. For that matter, they suffered that loss as well. We're not team leads, and I'm hoping that our child hasn't been recently traumatized."

"Our child… whoa." Ned said, his eyes going wide and his jaw dropping.

Elly blinked a few times. "Our child. Yeah, that's got some powerful implications behind it, doesn't it?"

"Hell yeah it does! And the way my stomach just dropped out from under me tells me it's probably too soon to be looking into that."

"Okay, I agree," Elly said as they reached Ned's car and parted to get in on their opposite sides. Once in, Ned turned the car on and then the air conditioner, but didn't move to go anywhere.

"What are your long term goals?" Ned asked Elly. "I mean, you're an SFA. You're going places very quickly. Where do you see yourself in ten years?"

"Uhhh…" Elly suddenly felt like he was taking the most important exam of his life, and he had no clue what the answer was. His mouth went dry, and he cleared his throat. He felt Ned take his hand and grasped it like a lifeline. "Well, I know I still want to be with NCIS. And I don't mind being the SFA still, but with special projects to keep me busy." There was a long silence. "Honestly, the very idea of our team not being our team has me panicking." He looked at Ned, whose face in the dusky shadow was as gray as his eyes, which were shining.

"Me, too. But I see me doing more and more MTAC operations."

They sat for a moment in the darkness, then Ned squinted his eyes and his mouth started opening. Elly saw and watched him patiently, waiting for the thought to turn into words. "What if," Ned started, his mouth closing as he thought another moment, and then turned to stare Elly in the eyes. "What if we became a special projects team? Like, I'd be the tactical specialist. You could do what you've always wanted to do and focus on trafficking and the paper trail, and Greg could focus on profiling. And we'd all help each other with one another's projects, but we'd still be field agents, too. Like the specialist team for certain types of cases."

"Isn't that what the MCRT is supposed to be?" Elly asked.

"Well, not really. They handle the most serious crimes, like murders and high profile cases. But ten years from now, I wouldn't be surprised if Gibbs had retired, and Tony was tapped to run the MCRT. Add Ziva's linguistic and fighting skills, McGee's badass computer skills, our focuses, and Tony would have a large team that all had these specialties. It would be like we're all superheroes or something. Tony's very own NCIS X-men!"

Elly laughed, but he saw where Ned was going. "Wait- is Tony Professor X? And if so, is he the Patrick Stewart or James McAvoy version?"

"Oh, tough call. We all know Patrick Stewart is the better actor, but I don't know if Tony could pull off the bald head."

"McAvoy it is then. So you're saying our team would merge with the MCRT when Gibbs finally retires one day, and we'd be like a Super MCRT. I could see that. But I think we'd have a couple of things standing in the way."

"Like what?" Ned asked.

"Well, I know Tony wants me to take on more of a liaison role between NCIS and other agencies. He mentioned it to me in my yearly review. And you know the Director wants you to handle more ops. And when Gibbs is gone, he's only going to lean on you for that twice as hard. You'll probably leave the field behind altogether."

"I won't let that happen. I need the field too much. I may not be able to do half as much as what I do now, but I'm going to still be on a team. That's a non-negotiable for me."

"But," Elly said gently, "If we have kids, having a stable op schedule versus a field agent's schedule could be really beneficial."

"Hmmm…" Ned said, thinking about it with a heavy dose of skepticism. "I don't know about that. A lot of our ops are in the middle of the night because of the time difference. I wouldn't have as stable as a schedule as you think. And when I do get called in, the likelihood that it's at an inconvenient time is more than I think you're thinking."

"Eh, I guess that depends," Elly said with a shrug.

"So you think we'll have kids in ten years?" Ned asked.

"I think so. I turn 30 next Friday. I imagine we'll have kids by time I'm 40."

"I'll be 30 in September, and I kinda thought I'd have a lot more figured out by now."

"I completely agree!" Elly said with a chuckle. "I don't know what I thought I'd be doing, but all of my friends back home already have houses, families, all of that. I know it's the nature of the job, but I feel behind schedule."

"We've got to decide what the right schedule is for us."

"When do you want to tackle having a family? Is it tied to your career goals?"

"I guess not. I don't know… maybe five years?"

Elly nodded. "I can do five years," he said as he thought about it. "I don't think we'd want to wait much longer than that though. Look at what Gibbs is going through. You know he's going to be 70 when Amira graduates from high school? I don't want to be that old when our kids graduate."

"True!" Ned said with an emphatic nod. "I don't either. I want to be able to enjoy my grandkids."

"Grandkids!" Elly said with a burst of surprise as the idea. "I'm really not ready to start thinking about grandkids!"

Ned laughed, but he finally put the car in drive and started heading towards Elly's apartment. A couple of minutes later he was waiting at an intersection and he saw a "for rent" sign. "Wanna buy a house with me?" he asked, turning to Elly.

Elly looked back with wide eyes. "Seriously?" he asked.

"Yeah," Ned said as the light changed. "I mean, I know we both like staying at Boss and Gibbs' house. Maybe we should have one of our own."

"A house…" Elly said thoughtfully. "That's a big responsibility. But you're right. I do like the home feel of the Gibbses' house. Do you think ours would feel like that without a kid?"

"I think so. I think it will feel like whatever we make it feel like. And we'd be established and together when we're ready to have kids of our own."

Elly nodded at that. He liked that thought. Some stability for their child. It was sitting well in his stomach, and made him feel warm inside. "We should look into that. What type of house do you want? And where do you want to live?"

Ned smiled, thinking about how awesome it was that they were thinking about buying a house! He wanted to jump up for joy. "Something with shutters. I like shutters."

Elly laughed a little, a matching smile on his face. "I can do shutters. I am not a fan of picket fences though. I like the whole open front yard, fenced in back yard thing."

"Agreed. And I want a big enough back yard that we can have a pool. Doesn't have to be a fancy in-ground or anything, but some place that we can lounge on a floaty while the kids splash is my idea of awesome."

"Totally agree on the pool, only I would love for it to be an in-ground. Something big enough to do laps in."

"I can get behind that," Ned said with a nod. "Maybe a two story? Nice back deck? Team barbeques and pool parties?"

"I'm loving the sound of this more and more," Elly said with a slow nod to match Ned's. "A little fire pit for the autumn. Sit around it with a beer or two."

"We should take a look at our finances this weekend and see what we're capable of."

"We could save up a lot more if one of us ditched our apartment."

"We were planning on doing that anyway," Ned pointed out.

"Maybe we should speed that up. Your lease renews in September, mine in December. We should see if we can do it by the wedding, or if we need to wait a year. That would help us figure out whose apartment to keep and whose to ditch."

"I like your apartment better than mine," Ned said plainly. "Moving twice in a few months would be pretty hard on us though."

"Well, I guess we could put stuff in storage until we're ready to move into the house instead of moving everything into the apartment, up the stairs, and back down again."

"True," Ned said, thinking about how hard it was to get his couch up the stairs and around the bend when he moved in.

They were quiet for a few minutes until they pulled into a spot a block from Elly's apartment. Ned turned off the car and they sat there in silence for a long moment.

"We're buying a house!" Elly suddenly blurted out in amazement.

"We're making a home," Ned confirmed, turning to look at Elly with a wide smile.

Elly suddenly reached over and put a hand to each side of Ned's face, bringing it to him for a deep kiss. When he pulled away Ned was dazed, but they were both smiling from ear to ear.

"I can't wait to make a home with you," Elly whispered. Ned's answer was to lean in and kiss him again until their heads swam.

*******WDYG?********

Ziva ran through the apartment in shorts and an oversized t-shirt, a newspaper in her hand, and Dion right behind her. She was laughing, and when Dion caught up with her and picked her up to pull her helplessly down on the couch with him, she squealed. Dion's impish smile was full of happy mischief.

"Let me see it!" he said through his laughter.

Ziva finally held up the paper so that they both could see it, moving to lean against Dion. There was an article on the front page of the business section about the restaurant. There were three pictures, including one of the two of them standing in the middle of the dining area, their arms around each other's waist as they looked up at one another.

"I look moonstruck," she said, daunted frustration coloring her voice.

"Star struck? Love struck? Love sick?" Dion asked, partially trying to puzzle out what she meant, and partially teasing her botched expression. She didn't say anything, but gave him a light smack on the chest. "All the above then," he said with a soft intimate laugh as they settled a moment to read the article.

It had been well done. It talked about the restaurant opening and thriving, giving the variety of authentic European foods beautiful praise. They mentioned the drink selection, and the way the drinks were suggested with each type of food on the menu. It listed the impressive list of accomplishments that Dion held in the culinary world, such as where he'd studied and who he'd studied with. It then turned the focus towards the business management side of things. It talked about Dion's business degree, and how most chefs are now required to take basic business classes for culinary arts degrees, and how Dion had done so long before it was a requirement.

A couple of paragraphs also mentioned Ziva, and Dion was quoted about how it was important to surround yourself with the right kind of people. They didn't have to have degrees in business or even culinary arts; they just had to have the passion for food and the family feel of a true European restaurant. "The positivity makes up for any challenges presented," he said. "Having the people closest to you supporting your dreams makes anything possible."

When they'd finished reading the lengthy expose, Ziva tilted her head up from Dion's shoulder to look him in the eyes and he bent to kiss her.

"This would not have been possible without you my love," he said softly, his gaze going straight to her soul as he reached up to brush a strand of hair away from her face.

"You were working towards this long before I met you," she said.

"But it would have been an inconceivable struggle had you not been there by my side through so many moments where I wanted to give up. You gave me the strength, courage, and energy to move forward when so often I wanted to stick my head in the sand."

"I am glad I can be that for you," she said, her hand going to the side of his face and down to his neck as she kissed him softly.

********WDYG?********

"Did you talk to Tiffany today?" Jimmy said, coming up behind Breena and wrapping her in an embrace, his palms on her lower stomach.

"No. I texted her, and she said she would call me later to have a long talk. I think something happened at her doctor's appointment."

"Oh," Jimmy said. "I hope everything is okay."

Breena stirred the skillet in front of her as Jimmy slipped away, reaching to pull plates from the cabinet and set the table.

"It didn't feel okay, you know?" she said, turning the burner off on their stir fry.

"Do you want me to text Greg, and see if he's willing to elaborate?" he asked.

"No, don't do that. I don't want to be pushy. We'll find out when we find out. For now, let's just enjoy our dinner together." She smiled at him with her pristine grin, and he smiled back. He couldn't help but feel a little nervous about that situation though. He knew that Greg had been really stressed out lately. If something was wrong with the pregnancy he was afraid his friend would simply lose it.

He settled down, and focused on Breena. "Are you having any morning sickness?" he asked.

"No. Not at all. I was really looking forward to telling Tiffany today. I think it would be so neat if we could do a double baby shower! That way you know we could plan together, and I know she's farther along than me, but we could've done ours a little early. And with two of us tackling it, it would've been so much more fun, not to mention easier."

"I almost told Dr. Mallard today. I'm bubbling with excitement! But, I got myself under control, and I didn't give us away. I just know he's going to be so happy for us." He smiled brightly, and then his face turned to one of concern.

"What's wrong, honey?" Breena asked.

"It's just, if something is wrong with Greg and Tiff's baby, I'm worried about how they're going to take the news that we're expecting."

Breena nodded and sighed in relief. "I'm so glad you said it. I have been feeling so selfish because I was worried that something was wrong, and if it was, our joy would be tainted with the sorrow our friends would be feeling, and I just… I really want to be happy! This is our dream! We're starting a family together, and I'm so happy. And Tiffany has become such a good friend, pregnancy hormones aside. I'd hate to see her so sad."

"Well, let's not jump to any conclusions. It's probably nothing serious." Jimmy picked his fork back up, and took another bite of his stir fry.

"Oh!" Breena said, suddenly lighting up. "What if they suddenly found out they're having twins?!"

Jimmy lit up at that idea, too. "That would be amazing!"

"There's lots of stories about not seeing the second twin because the first is in the way. Maybe that's why she's been so sick and hormonal!"

Jimmy thought about that for a minute, going through his training to see if that made any sense. He shrugged, and put on a noncommittal face. "Could be."

In the back of his head he knew the likelier story. Greg had never known his family history. There could be any number of genetic defects that could be affecting the baby. They could find out it was potentially going to have down syndrome or some kind of deformity. He changed the subject to how good Breena's stir fry always turned out compared to his. There needed to be something else to talk about so he wouldn't dwell on that.

*********WDYG?********

Abby closed the door of the guest room almost completely, leaving just a little crack for some light to shine though. Tim stood in the hallway and smiled at her.

"You're the best godmother ever!" he whispered.

"It's so easy with her!" she whispered back, heading down the hallway with him until they got to their bedroom. Once they closed the door to their room, the whispering became soft conversation.

"I have to admit, she does make things pretty easy. Almost makes it look like anyone could raise a kid."

Abby chuffed. "Yeah, well we all know that's not true."

"We've seen enough to know better," Tim said with a sigh as he unbuttoned his shirt to slip into something more comfortable.

Abby was changing her clothes, too, but she was also thinking very deeply. She'd had mixed feelings about having kids of her own her entire life. She loved kids, but she also loved her freedom. If settling into a deeper relationship with Tim had taught her anything, it had taught her that she didn't like to be tied to things. She smiled softly as she looked at the younger man pulling his head through a green t-shirt. He was the exception, but only because he was willing to ride the rollercoaster ride of life at her pace. A kid wouldn't do that. She'd have to ride life at their pace, and she was realizing more and more that she didn't think she wanted that. She was really worried though that Tim did, and that he'd be disappointed to find out what she was thinking.

She hadn't realized she'd been staring at Tim for so long when he startled her out of her thoughts.

"What's up?" he asked. She shook her head and focused on his eyes.

"I don't know how to say this, so I'm just going to come out and say it."

"Okay?" Tim said.

"I don't think I want to have kids."

The shock on Tim's face made her curl in on herself internally, and her heart stopped.

"Oh… okay," Tim said, blinking.

"Are you mad? Disappointed? Upset? Because, I'd understand if you were. We've always talked about little Abbies and Tims running around, and I know we've never really talked seriously about this, and we probably should've, and I guess I didn't know what I wanted, but I think I do now, and I don't think… I don't think it's that."

Tim smiled at her and moved to stand in front of her, taking her hands in his. "Abs, breathe."

Abby took a deep breath and stared back into her partner's face. She was surprised to see that it was so calm, because at the moment she felt anything but calm.

"I've kind of thought the same thing," he said. "I mean, I'm not positive, but… I could go either way."

Abby blinked a few times. "Really?" she asked. She suddenly felt very confused.

"Really. I mean, I am in the field in dangerous situations all the time that could kill me. We work excruciatingly long hours. Most of our friends will probably have kids that we can be the best aunts and uncles to, and then we get to send them home afterwards. We won't lack children in our lives, but we also won't be responsible for them like a parent would. I think… I think I'm okay with that."

"Wow," she replied. "I totally thought that was going to be like a potential deal breaker. Seems anticlimactic to hear you say all that."

"Not to say that might not change, and it's okay if you change your mind, too. I could go either way. I'm not aching to be a father, but if you wanted to do the whole parental thing, I could be talked into it. I'm good either way."

"You are so awesome, Timmy," she said, throwing her arms around him. She took a deep breath and held him tightly. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Abs."

She let him go and finished changing her clothes as she thought about what had just happened. Things just kept getting easier and easier with Tim. She used to wait for the other shoe to drop, but now she was enjoying the ride they were on together. It was exactly what she needed, even if she didn't know it was what she wanted.