THE END! Thanks for reading and your support and special thanks to ZivaCentric, who may be the only one reading the story at this point ;), but I wanted to finish it properly. It took me awhile to figure out the perfect ending, so I'm sorry about that!

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or its characters, yada yada yada.

"I still get you and that makes me happy."

"Aw, Ziva, I love you too!" Abby leans forward and kisses Ziva on the mouth.

"CUT!"

Abby looks around in confusion as Ziva immediately pulls back from her embrace.

"Nice take, Pauley, that seemed so sincere."

"But-b.. it was... this wasn't real?"

Ziva only laughs. "Nice one."

The producer of the show NCIS walks over. "Nice scene ladies. I can tell that you've been working on your acting skills."

"Acting?" Abby is beyond confused.

Michael Weatherly walks by and winks at her. "Ready for our scene later today, Pauley?"

"Who's Pauley?"

"Cute. Cya!" With that, he walks off. The cameras power down and everyone starts to leave for lunch. Abby runs after Ziva.

"Ziva! Wait! You mean, all of that was fake? The dream was fake and me waking up was fake and..."

"Uhhh... yes. Are you okay. Why are you still calling me, Ziva. I'm Cote, remember?" Cote de Pablo looks perplexed.

"I...um.. so you don't love me?"

Cote looks at her awkwardly. "It's just a script Pauley, nothing more."

"Oh, right." Her voice gets silent and she watches as Ziva, no Cote, walks away.

She felt herself beginning to faint as her world came crashing down. Ziva never loved her. Had never loved her. Would never love her. It was just a television show. Even the dream had been false... but it had felt so real.

"Abby!" A voice calling her name from far away begins to penetrate her consciousness.

"ABBY!"

"WHA?" She sits up and blinks in the sunlight (again). "Where am I? Ziva?" Ziva David is staring down at her, perplexed.

Ziva moves to the bed and gently massages Abby's back. "What is wrong?"

"I had this awful dream last night. I dreamed about the first time we admitted our feelings for each other and then I dreamed I woke up from the dream and it wasn't real but we admitted we loved each other anyway but then it all turned out to be this crazy television show and your real name was Cote and mine was Pauley and we were just acting."

Ziva's eyebrows rise. "You must stop drinking caf-pow before bed, Abby. You know what that does to you."

"Uh, right." She sighs as Ziva spoons her from behind in the bed until the baby monitor whines. "It's your turn."

"All right, I'll go check on Kelly." While Ziva goes to check on Kelly, a little boy with Ziva's eyes wanders into the room.

"Momma Abby, I'm hungry." The little boy looks adorable with his bed head hair and his dinosaur pajamas.

"You're hungry already, Jethro?"

"Mmhm."

"Well! Let's go get some food, then." She scoops up her three-year-old son and smiles as Ziva suddenly appears in the hallway before them, holding a rose and their other child, Kelly.

Ziva gives her the rose. "Happy anniversary, darling. Can you believe we've been together 6 years already?"

"Nope. It feels like yesterday."

"Yes it does." Ziva leans forward and kisses her wife on the mouth, relishing the fact that they belong to each other and that she has what she has always desired: a place to call home.