"You do really love her, don't you?"

Ellie's soft voice floated into Tony's fading consciousness the next night, dragging him back into at least semi-wakefulness as he emitted a muffled groan.

He was too out of it to think before he murmured, "I think the better question here is do you love me."

Ellie didn't give him a straight answer, saying, "That doesn't matter if you love Ziva."

"I'm pretty sure that by now, everyone knows that I love Ziva… but I want you to know that I love you too." He laughed quietly, his sleeplessness from the last week rendering him about as capable of thinking as he would've been in the midst of a hangover. "Fine mess that puts us in, huh?"

"Unless we want to pull a McGee," Ellie said casually before rolling over and going off to sleep.

But her comment had Tony wide awake for what he knew would be the rest of the night.

"Good morning, Tony," Ziva greeted him as he came down the stairs and into the kitchen the next morning.

"Morning," he said absently, laying a kiss on Ellie's scalp as he passed her sitting at the bar and then on Ziva's cheek as he walked past where she was standing buttering her toast on his way to the coffee maker.

He saw the two women share a look with one another before he turned back around to face them, a mug of the strong, black brew now in his hands.

"Tony," Ellie started warily. "Do you remember what I mentioned last night before you and I went to sleep?"

"Polygamy. What else does anyone talk about in this place?"

"Do you remember what angle of it I approached?"

"Do you mean the part where you told me your feelings didn't matter or the part where you suggested we 'pull a McGee'?"

Ellie cringed. "That last part."

"Yes, I remember it, but, listen, can we please not have this big of a conversation while we're trying to get ready for work?"

"I could meet the two of you for lunch somewhere, if that would work," Ziva suggested.

Tony glanced at Ellie for confirmation and then nodded. "Alright."

Twenty minutes later, he had given his Israeli "first wife" a goodbye kiss at the door of forty-one Federal Lane and slid into the driver's seat of his car beside Ellie, heading into work. Once there, Tony found himself heading straight for the coffeemaker for the second time that morning. McGee met him there.

"How are you doing since we talked in the man cave?" McGee asked softly enough that only Tony could hear. "Have you talked to Ziva and Ellie about where they're at in this thing?"

"Not exactly," Tony grumbled. "They got to me first. Ellie mentioned it last night and again this morning. We've got a lunch date with Ziva to talk about it later."

McGee nodded approvingly. "Sounds like a good idea."

"All it sounds like to me is that Ziva and Ellie have been spending too much time with Abby and Delilah."

McGee opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off when each man received a sharp slap across the back of the head along with the gruff question, "Since when are your desks at the coffee maker? Get to work."

Tony and McGee ducked past Gibbs, muttering twin, "Sorry, boss"es. The sniper had become an even more formidable force than usual, thanks to living with five women – most of whom were his ex-wives.

Ellie sent Tony a pitying look from across the room as he slid into his desk. He shrugged at her carelessly, completely understanding how his boss could be so frustrated. He couldn't imagine how he would be if his "wife" problems were multiplied two and a half times over. He was nervous enough over his upcoming lunch plans as it was.

Then he heard Gibbs utter the immortal words "We've got a body," and Tony gladly kissed his lunch plans goodbye so that he could find a murder rather than face his "marital issues."

But as the two week mark signifying the end of the official polygamy project began to loom impossibly close and the team's workload did nothing to allow Tony and Ellie any time at home, he began to realize that Ziva and Ellie were going to start going to drastic measures to have the conversation. Tony might have been more than happy to ignore the fact, but that didn't mean that the decision wasn't still there and needing to be made.

This all culminated with an impromptu team lunch in Ducky's morgue, of all places. Ducky had been smart enough to find somewhere else to eat when he saw the influx of humanity into his part of the NCIS headquarters, but there were plenty of others there in his stead. Ellie was sitting cross-legged on top of one of the autopsy tables, and Ziva was sitting beside her, legs dangling off the table. Tony, Abby, and McGee were all standing around another table while Delilah – who had come just for the occasion thanks to a call from Abby – was sitting at Ducky's desk. Palmer was leaning up against a wall, ankles crossed as he ate one of the sub sandwiches that Ziva had picked up for them all on her way over.

"So," Delilah drawled. "Tomorrow's the end of the project, huh?"

The others nodded.

"Are you going to stick around us a little longer, Ziva?" Abby asked hopefully.

Tony saw Ziva nibble her lip a little before she answered, "I've been working on translating a couple of instruction manuals into Hebrew, and I intend to stay in the states at least until those are finished."

"Yay!"

"How much longer do you think that'll be?" Delilah asked curiously.

"Another two weeks, at least, I would think."

Abby actually started doing a happy dance at that, and everyone in the room had to smile.

"So," Delilah asked Ellie and Ziva, "How's that other thing going that we've discussed?"

Tony muttered to Tim, thoroughly disgruntled, "I told you it was your girls' fault."

"That doesn't make it any less your decision," Tim shot back.

Tony muttered something unintelligible as Ziva answered vaguely, "We're working on it."

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