A/N: It's been forever. And I appologize. And this chapter isn't that good....wow...will you still read it?!?!...Please read it C:

Tony sat down at the kitchen table, and Abby quickly followed, taking a seat to his left. He examined the table.

Four places set. Four wooden chairs, all occupied. His father at the head of the table, his mother seated across from him, and his sister, who was currently bouncing up and down in her seat, at his left.

This was a rare occurrence for a weekday, but alas, today was a Sunday. The weekend. One of the few times where all four seats at the kitchen table would actually be filled simultaneously.

Jethro, being only a field agent, was normally able to make it home at a reasonable time all days of the week. Jenny however was the director of a federal agency. That being her job, it was particularly hard for her to make it home each night. They all knew she tried her hardest, but sometimes that just wasn't enough.

That's why weekends were so sacred to dear Abby.

Weekends were the exception.

Weekends meant Tony's parents staying home from work -for the most part- and them having dinner as a whole family.

"Don't you just love the weekends, Tony?" Abby would say. "Smell that? That's the smell of a family making sacrifices in order to eat together every weekend night!" She raised her head and sniffed the air. Tony scoffed at her weird antics. He always figured that that "smell" was just Noemi's amazing cooking.

He responded to her questions with a shrug.

It was clear that Abby was openly found of weekend dinners; where as he on the other hand, was not.

Of course, Tony loved the weekends. And he loved eating. And yes, perhaps he loved having his mother and father there at dinner time to talk and enjoy each others company.

But he was 16, two years away from becoming an adult. And there was no way in hell he was going to follow in his younger sister's footsteps and prance around the dinner table, gleefully telling my parents just how much he loved spending time with them all.

No way. Especially not in front of his father, the only man who Tony had ever tried to get to see and respect him as a man. So far, mission failed. Though once or twice he would come close and get the praise that he craved for.

"Did you find all the school supplies you needed?" Jenny asked, thus causing Tony to snap out of his daze.

"Yup!" Abby said smiling. "I got folders and binders and I finally found the notebook I wanted!" She started to squeal. "It's black with skulls on it and it's SO cool! I'm so glad I have it!"

"We went to three stores to get it," Jethro grunted.

"Oh please, you're just upset because Timmy tried to explain how to use your email!"

"I know how to use my email!" he grumbled and later glared when his family stared at him with the words 'yeah right' written all over their faces.

Tony turned his attention back towards Abby. "You say you brought McGoo with you?"

"Yeah, and Monday we're gonna give him a ride to school. And the day after that, and the day after that, and the "

"Urg, do we have to?" he whined, cutting her off.

Before she could answer, the phone rang and Jenny grumbled loudly. She stood up from her chair with an annoyed look. "It's work related. I almost forgot about it."

Jethro looked up at her with a disappointed look.

"I know, I know. It'll only take me a few minutes. I promise!" She walked out of the kitchen to her study and quipped behind her back, "Play nice, children."

Tony snickered, knowing she was referring to his father as well. He turned back to his sister.

She looked at him bewildered, and Tony figured it had something to do with their previous conversation. Hell, after 9 years of knowing Timothy McGee, Abby's best guy friend –emphasis on the 'best' , she still couldn't believe how much he annoyed Tony.

Although, riding to school with McGee would give Tony a better chance to tease the hell out of him…

"Tony, now that Timmy and I are in high school we will be driving with you to school; whether you like it or not!"

Tony moved his fork around in his food. "I don't care about driving to school with you, Abs," he explained as though it were a no brainer. "It's just the idea of driving with McGoober for two whole years that gives me the chills!"

Abby frowned, eyes wide. "How come you don't like him, Tony?"

Tony raised an eyebrow, trying to choose his words carefully in order not to offend her. "Well he's just…different that's all," he replied and stuffed a huge amount of spaghetti into his mouth.

"Different how?"

"Oh, you know!" Swallowing, he waved his hand in the air a bit and continued, "He uses women's body lotion, he wears clothes that clearly his mother has picked out for him, and for god's sake Abby, he plays World of Warcraft or Dungeons and Dragons or whatever those games are called! He's strange."

"Harrumph!" Abby complained while Tony proceeded to eat. "I think you're just being sour because he's so much smarter than you!"

Tony dropped his fork on his plate, quite offended.

"Is not!" he growled.

"No, Abby's right. He is," Jethro said from the sidelines, all seriousness in tact.

Tony turned his attention towards his father, agape at how he could say such a thing about his own son and still act so coolly, eating away at his dinner as though his comment was nothing but a simple statement.

Well to Tony, it wasn't.

"Nuh uh! I'm two years older than him!" That had to count for something, right?

"So?"

Tony frowned and once his sister started to giggle he turned back around to glare at her.

"You know Tony; it says something when a boy two years younger is smarter than you!"

Tony continued to glare at his sister and resulted in kicking her in the shin, hoping it would shut her up.

It did quite the opposite, and she shrieked at the sudden throb in her leg.

"Dad, Tony KICKED me!"

Tony stuck his tongue out just before being thwarted in the back of the head by none other than his father himself.

Tony's immediate reaction was to bite down on his tongue. Hard.

"Don't kick your sister, Tony."

Tony frowned and slumped down into his seat, muttering about the pain on the back of his head and in his mouth. "How come you always side with her?"

It wasn't really a question to be answered, but Abby did so anyways.

"Easy, he loves me more!"

Tony shot up in his seat and turned to face his sister, steam escaping from his ears, eyes red with rage. Just as he was about to kick her yet again, Jenny returned to the room and cut in.

"Tony, Abby, that's enough." She took her seat and Tony noticed the glare she was giving his father, most likely to let him know how disappointed she was to have to break up this fight, when obviously he should have in the first place. But Abby was Daddy's little girl. Which ultimately pissed the hell out of Tony.

After a long pause of silence, Tony decided to speak up.

"So my day was pretty good," he said, thinking back to his interesting day with Ziva.

"Oh, yeah?" Jenny piped up. "Where did you take her?"

"Um, I just sorta showed her around and then took her to Vace for lunch."

"And did you have fun?"

Tony smirked, having caught onto his mother's mocking tone. "Yes, I had fun. You—"

"Wait I'm confused," Abby cut in. "Who's her?"

"Ziva David," Jenny answered for him.

Abby scrunched up her nose. "Why?"

"Because I asked him to."

Tony looked at Abby bemused, trying to figure out why she was acting so strangely. He had his guesses. "It wasn't actually that bad," he commented. "She's…nice."

"Hmph, whatever. I still don't like her."

In that very moment, everyone turned to stare in awe at the usually ecstatic Goth. Upbeat, loving Abby wasn't normally one for criticizing someone without getting to know them first, and she normally loved meeting knew people.

For the time being, Ziva was the exception.

"Abby, that's not a very nice thing to say. You barely know her."

Abby shrugged at her mother and stood up. "May I be excused please?"

With a raised eyebrow, Jethro cleared his throat and nodded.

She disappeared quietly up the stairs to her room, leaving her family to try and figure out what was wrong with her.

"Jethro," Jenny said, turning to face her husband's eyes with concern. "What do you think has gotten into her?"

Jethro shrugged. "Not sure."

"It's Kate," Tony nearly whispered and watched his parents turn to him in confusion.

"Pardon?" his mother asked.

Tony sighed. "Nothing. Let me just talk to her."

He stood up from his seat and grabbed his plate to set on the kitchen counter.

"Tony?"

He turned back to face Jenny.

"If you figure out what's wrong, you'll tell us, right?"

Tony smiled. "'Course, Mom!"

And he raced upstairs.

"Go away," Abby stated plainly in response to the soft knocks on her bedroom door.

Much to her dismay, the door slowly opened and Tony emerged. He took a seat next to her on the bed.

"Abs, I know you're upset about Kate leaving, but you can't take it out on Ziva." The words felt funny coming out of his mouth and for a long while there, he felt like a hypocrite. But he hoped with all his might that Abby would come to accept Ziva as a friend, since he already had.

Abby looked away from Tony. He sighed and continued. "Look, I know how you feel, and I know why you're acting this way but—"

Abby snapped her head back to glare at her brother. "Do you, Tony? Do you really know how I feel?" Anger filled her eyes and her voice rose. "At least I'm actually feeling something! You've been acting like nothing's changed! Like nothing's happened! Or have you forgotten Kate already? Have you—" But she couldn't finish her sentence because the next thing she knew she was sobbing into Tony's shoulder while he held her and stroked her hair.

"Shh, shh. You're okay, Abby. You're okay."

She sniffled and after a good while leaned back and stared into her brother's eyes. He looked almost frightened. As if her outburst had been totally unexpected.

"I'm sorry if I scared you," she stated bluntly.

"What? You didn't scare me! Abby I get it, okay? I really do. You're upset about Kate moving away and also about Ziva moving in. And…maybe even a little angry about the way I'm handling things but this is just how I deal, okay? "

Abby nodded. "Okay I just…I need some time, you know?"

"Yeah, I know."

"…And I'm not just going to be friends with Ziva just cuz you say so, okay?"

Tony sighed before Abby gave him one last hug, settling beside him and resting her head on his shoulder. "I love you, Tony."

"I love you too, Abs."

So much for getting her to accept Ziva…

A/N: Well....this took me what...a month to upload? Sorry...I've had exams...and...I just wasn't up for finishing this.

I'M SORRY IF YOU MISSED ME! EVEN THOUGH I KNOW YOU PROBABLY REALLY DON'T CARE CUZ THIS STORY SUCKS BALLS ANYWAYS!!!!

none the less, review?

(oh and yes...i DID use Bethesda because hell...i live 5 minutes away from there! BITCH.)