Sorry for the delay, haven't had anytime:P And we reached 200! Whoo!

"If I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world…I don't quite know, hwo to say, how I feel. Those three words are said too much, but not enough." Chasing Cars, Snow Partol

"It is a beautiful night." she mused in a whisper.

He held her hand tighter.

There they lay on the small beach. The waves crashed softly, just tickling their feet. Ziva's leg lay across Tony's and their intertwined hands were on Tony's stomach. His nose just barely grazed her chin and his warm breath sent comforting chills down her spine.

It was a rare occasion for the stars to be so bright and lively. With every blink of the eye they seemed to sparkle even more. They danced across the midnight sky as the ill fated lovers rested beneath them.

She smiled for some unknown reason.

He kissed her cheekbone. "I love you." he stated in a hushed tone.

Ziva took in a sharp breath. "I love you too." She turned her head slightly to rest it upon his.

A shooting star passed.

A gasp slipped from his mouth. Normally he'd be slightly embarrassed, but instead he whispered into her ear. "Didja see that?"

She nodded; he could feel it against his nose. "You are supposed to make a wish, yes?"

And he did.

But it would never come true.

"You are going to move on." He couldn't decipher whether it was a command or a question. But because it was missing a 'right?' he thought it may be the former. "It may take a while for you to find someone that can handle you," she started lightly, speaking with a chuckle in her voice. "But you will find someone." And that was definitely a statement. "Eventually." she added easily.

"I can't." he laughed hopelessly.

He twisted her cigar ring. "Yes." He could feel her smile. "You can. And you will."

"And your kids." She let out an absent laugh at the thought of half a dozen little Dinozzos running around a freshly cut front lawn, all dressed in pure white t-shirts and new jeans. Perfection, something she never had and never wanted. "I want you to tell them about us, not just us, but the team." Her smiled held back her tears. "How much fun we had, how much we loved each other. How we were a family." A silent tear crept down her face.

Her throat became dry and she let out a struggled "I love you." to Tony.

He didn't cry, he didn't even shed a tear. His face held a scary stoic look.

But how could he do that?

How could he pretend Ziva just never existed? How could he move on and be legitimately happy without her?

He just bit his lip and looped his pinky with hers, bringing them up to eye level and swinging the intertwined fingers slowly. "I promise."

She laughed. "What is this?" she directed her eyes towards the two latched pinkies.

"A pinky promise." She laughed again. "What?" he asked, surprised that she did not know what that was. "They don't have pinky promises in Israel?"

"Not that I recall. But we do have…spit shake, you may call it?" she hacked into her open palm and reached out, looking to Tony who had a look of surprise, disgust, and happiness on his face.

He shook his head with a chuckle and spit into his hand. They shook, exchanging spit. They shared a laugh, even though he could see the wet streaks on her face that were once a path for tears. While his chuckle died down he brushed his thumb against her cheek, gently wiping away the tear's path.

He lay back down on the soft sand, not caring that his hair was filled with it. He brought her down, placing her head on his chest.

This was a honeymoon he had never imagined having.

But with his honey, under the moonlight, the night was as close to perfect as one can get.

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(That Same Night; McGee's Apartment)

"Can I sleep over?" Abby asked softly, rubbing a hand over Jethro's stomach.

"You know you don't have to ask." Her cheeks were still smudged with black eyeliner and her voice was pretty shaky.

McGee glanced over at the clock. "It's late." He got up, giving a hand to Abby. "I got a t-shirt for you." he offered pulling her up.

Jethro followed them into the bedroom; McGee brushed his teeth while Abby changed. He already had his sweatpants on and was making his way towards the living room when her voice stopped him. "You forget something?"

He turned around. "No, I'm just…going to sleep?" he questioned her and himself.

She twisted her lips. "You sure? You don't mind? I mean I can sleep on the couch if you wan-"

"Abby, I'm fine." He gave her a genuine smile. "It's one night."

Abby lay down unsurely, she wasn't used to sleeping in a bed, let alone Tim's bed and she found herself struggling to fall asleep. Jethro was at his master's feet in the living room and with the door open she could hear Tim's soft snores.

Almost two hours had passed when she got up, wrapped the blue striped sheet around her and ventured into the living room. She watched him for a second, sleeping peacefully. Assuring Jethro she was not an intruder she climbed on top of McGee.

She suppressed a laugh as he stirred and sleepily tried to grab his gun on the side table. He was slow and she grabbed his arm. "It's just me." She let a chuckle slip.

"Oh, Abs." he smiled and closed his eyes, smuggling back into his pillow.

She was now fully on top of him, and she nestled her head into his neck, draping the blanket over both of them.

If just for tonight, maybe they'd forget about everything.

So i was in a rush, like a huge rush and I'll get around to editing it later.

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