Okay, so I'm back…was that too long? If so, sorry. I've been like surprisingly busy the last…how many day days has it been? And I know I didn't reply to any of the reviews cause my email was being a biznatch and not letting me check my emails. But I read them online and they were all so great and insightful. As for Betherzz don't worry, I know I didn't say those three magic words, don't worry! It wasn't supposed to be said right then and there.

"Everyone knows she's on your mind, everyone knows I'm in over my head…" –Over My Head (Cable Car), The Fray

"Yes?" He looked at her, shock staining his face and surprise filling his voice.

"Yes." She assured him in a whisper, hardly able to catch her breath that was attached to her tears.

He watched her, shaking his head in shock and smiling in complete happiness. "I love you." He whispered, pulling her lips to his and kissing her softly.

"And that is why you want to be with me, yes?" she questioned, lightly sniffling back tears. It was soon, too soon. But everything in her life was flying by. She was trying to be self-less, he wanted this. Maybe she did too, but not this soon. But when you're dying, it is all just too soon.

"That…and so much more." He admitted.

"And being married to a dying woman…"

"We're all dying." He forced a smile.

"You know what I mean." She looked at him hard.

He was quiet for a second.

Wow, you asked her to marry you and now, not even a minute later, you're having regrets...I knew I should have left you along for so-

"I know." He gave her a genuine smile. "I want to marry you. I love you."

And for the first time in her life, she was overwhelmed with happiness.

(Later In Autopsy)

"We're not gunna let her do that though." Abby looked around at the others for assurance. When she got nothing but unsure stares from Ducky, McGee, and Tony looked at them, her eyes filled with lost hope. "Right?"

Tony's jaw clenched, he had told them her plan; trying his hardest to put it in the simplest and most vague terms.

"Abigail…" Ducky began. "Bullets and firearms are the only thing Ziva knows. Growing up, I am sure she has subconsciously embedded into her mind that her death would be from a bullet. In a way, she is still in denial."

Ziva was the only thing they talked about, they thought about. It affected them more than they ever could imagine, and it was slowly eating them up.

"So? She'll get out of it soon! You're the psychologist! Denial is only the first stage; she'll get over it and then what?" Abby was steaming with fury.

Silence. Again.

"We all should just…spend the little time we have left with her, well, with her." Ducky explained.

McGee nodded understandingly. Abby whimpered, she was on the verge of tears.

"This isn't fair."

"Abs, we understand this is hard-"

"Really, Tim? Do you?" she looked at him coldly.

"What? You don't think I'm upset?" he shot back at her, eyebrows furrowing together in anger.

"You don't seem too upset!" her voice shot out like a knife. Her hands flew all over the place and she closed in on him.

"I don't-…I can't believe you!" he yelled back. But she wasn't scared.

"Hey!" Tony shouted over both of them, causing their fighting to come to an immediate halt, but their icy cold stares continued. "Stop it, both of you!"

"This is insane." He mumbled under his breath, and for a split second, he was mad at Ziva.

And then, the feeling went away, and guilt replaced it.

He paced the length of autopsy once, twice. And stopped to find the former lovers sending daggers to each other with their eyes.

"If we're gunna get through this, we can't break Rule 15. Got it?" he looked to both of them, but their hard eyes didn't leave each others.

No answer.

"Got it?" he barked

"Got it." They said in unison, both voices a scary monotone tone.

"So what do we do?" Tim asked slowly, turning from Abby and leaning on one of the tables.

"The best we can. Nothing less than what she deserves."

"She deserves a lot better than this." Abby muttered to herself.

Ducky, who was now sitting in his desk chair, eyes on the floor in thought, immediately looked to Tony, eyes glistening with realization. "Ziva came to me the other day and informed me of something, while we were discussing this ordeal."

The three looked to him, waiting for more.

"And?" Tony asked impatiently.

"Well, she came to me in confidence, I do not think I am entitled to-"

"Ducky…right now, no secrets."

The ME watched him for a moment, and nodded. "She told me she was falling in love."

And the silence once again took over.

"In love?" McGee question, more to himself, after a few seconds.
"With who?" Abby continued the question.

"She didn't say." Ducky replied innocently. "Do you know of anyone she may have been seeing?" he asked to the three.

"No." Tony answered immediately.

"That was fast." Abby turned her head to meet him.

Tony swallowed. "She's not seeing anyone." He said assuringly, confidently.

"No secrets." McGee reminded him.

The senior field agents eyes roamed across the room, meeting everyone's briefly. "You want the truth?" he questioned, eyes saddened.

"Yes." Abby's voice cracked.

"And no A Few Good Men references." McGee said quickly, having a feeling this was a set up.

He took a breath, and then another one.

"We're getting married."

The silence had returned for another visit, this time, staying longer than planned.

Abby's eyes were wide and she didn't know whether to hug him or slap him.

Married. McGee mouthed the word in disbelief, and slight frustration at Tony's word, and unseen actions.

And Ducky, Ducky hadn't a clue what to say.

"You asked her to marry you?" McGee finally spoke. His words were unsteady and shook.

"I did." Tony said, not even believing it himself.

"And she said yes?" Abby finished.

He nodded.

She said yes.

"Anthony you do realize-" Ducky questioned, but was interrupted.

"Everything. I know." He spoke slowly. "I love her." And I'm sorry I didn't realize it sooner. "And it's the least she deserves."

A little vain aren't we? She chuckled.

"She doesn't deserve to be alone." To die alone.

Abby stepped closer to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "This is stupid; completely selfless and sort of heroic, but really stupid." She sighed. "But I'm glad you're doing this."

And so is he.

Review? Please.

Its past two in the morning, and I really don't know why I'm writing this but I am, it's just a middle chapter, things are gunna start picking up methinks.

Oh! And McAbby shipper, do not fret, I promise, its supposed to go this way, I have a plan, I promise.

Favorite line(s) would be my love.