(A/N: Okay, due to many requests I chose Option Two of my possible endings. And that's all you really need to know... Thank you to everybody who read and/ or reviewed the first chapter, I really really appreciate it. Hopefully this second part will be good enough. All the disclaimers and warnings are in the first part; but this is dedicated to Jenny, Ellie, Daina, Loz and Helen, and anybody else who remembers all the lyrics to the songs from Pokemon: The First Movie... Also, if any of you lot are reading this, my red pyjamas are not a source of amusement. That applies to you too, Rowan! But I digress. So, here goes Chapter 2)

The door didn't quite close quickly enough to prevent Abby hearing the sound of Ziva bursting into tears as she ran up the stairs. Abby stared at the space where Ziva had left as her footsteps echoed down the stairwell. She kept staring long after the footsteps faded into silence.

It took a moment for her to realize that what she had just allowed to happen was a regret to rival not confessing her feelings to Kate before it was too late.
It took no time at all for her to make up her mind that she wasn't going to let herself make the biggest mistake of her life all over again.

Running through the doors and standing at the foot of the stairwell, she listened hard to see if she could hear Ziva's footsteps ascending the stairs above her. All she could hear was her own sobbing, and her own frenzied heartbeat which seemed to be echoing through her chest, the sound of her own panic bouncing off the walls and penetrating the silence around her. It might be too late...it couldn't be too late...could it?

'I love you, Ziva David!' she screamed up the stairwell...

...There was silence.

Then, she heard footsteps - slower at first, but gaining speed as the owner began to run down the stairs towards Abby. They grew louder as the person approached, missing steps altogether as they came closer. Abby listened to it all, her heart pounding, not daring to believe that it could really be the person who she so badly wanted it to be...
The owner of the footsteps skidded to a halt at the top of the stairs.
'Abby?...'

Abby blinked. Tears were still clinging to her eyelashes, obscuring her vision and making the whole room appear as if it was several feet underwater. By the time she had wiped away the tears, the person who had spoken had cleared the remaining few stairs and was already standing in front of her.

Ziva David was standing before Abby, looking unsure whether to laugh or cry.

'Ziva-' Abby began, but the Israeli cut her off by putting her arms around her, and kissing her so forcefully that despite her small stature, she almost knocked the raven-haired woman off balance. When she let go of Abby, tears were sliding down her olive-skinned cheeks.
'I love you too' she said, and collapsed into Abby's arms as she too dissolved into tears.

'What made you say it?' she asked through her tears, kissing Abby's cheek. 'For all you knew, I might already have been in the squad room...'
'I had to try' Abby replied, clinging to her. 'If I hadn't, it would have been like losing Kate all over again. I had to try.'
'I'm glad you did' Ziva said. 'Because I love you too. And I only realized when I left your lab that if I went to back to Israel, nothing I did would mean anything to me. I need you too much, Abby'
'I'm not letting go of you now' Abby told her.
'Why would I want you to?' Ziva replied. Abby brushed a few more tears off her cheeks, and kissed her again.

'...Suddenly, Mexico doesn't seem so impossible after all' Ziva said, when her lips were available for speech again.
Abby's eyes widened. 'You said we couldn't..you said you were just humouring me...'
'I was. But I'm sure I can call in a few favours with some contacts of mine and make sure we stay well hidden'
'Really?' Abby breathed.
'Really, really' Ziva smiled. She took Abby's hand, and squeezed it gently.
'Jenny would have wanted us to take this chance'
Abby smiled. 'Let's do it for her'
'Let's do it for Jenny' Ziva echoed. Still grasping Abby's hand, she began to lead her up the stairs.

'Come on, my little vampire. We have a plane to catch.'


(...And it just sort of ends. Don't be too surprised if I write a sequel, I already have a couple of ideas. Oh, and Rowan, simultaneous thank you and sorry about the last line. Comprendes. So thanks again to everyone who's reviewed, I hope it was alright. Gracias otra vez, y adios)