Ziva continues to cough, trying to catch her breath, she lightly pats herself on the chest, finally bringing her coughing to an end..."W-why do you say that?"

"Just a feeling."...Constance smiled..."But I could be wrong."

"Oh."...Ziva softly sighed.

"But..."

"Hmm?"...Ziva expressed, looking at Constance.

"Am I?"

Ziva smiles..."He is my partner, we are very close...most partners are, yes?"

"Hmm, okay."...Constance sat back smirking.

"What?"...Ziva softly laughed.

"Oh, nothing...other than you're positively glowing."

Ziva cocks her head to the side, looking at Constance in a curious manner.

"Your lips tremble, your knees weak, your heart racing, starving for his touch."

Ziva nervously laughs..."You are like your father, you watch too many movies."

"You manhandle him...and he likes it."

"I am a hands-on type of person."...Ziva replied.

"His eyes, glued to you, never budging. He smiles more around you. He laughs more."

"Maybe I'm just funny?"

"Heh."...Constance shook her head..."He smells like you, too. Mango with a hint of vanilla, right?"

Ziva squints at Constance.

"He has a 'Hebrew for Dummies' book in his desk, he underlined the phrase, 'ani ohev otach' seven times and circled it once."

Ziva flashes a smile, but quickly stops.

"And not to mention, he went to go get you chicken soup and we're at a pizza parlor, that's pretty telling...and oh, one other thing."

"Which is?"...Ziva responded

"You never denied it."...Constance said with a smile..."But like I said, I could be wrong."

Ziva just sat there speechless, the waitress placed the pizza in the middle of the table.

"Looks great."...Constance smiled, looking up at the waitress. She takes a slice from the tray, placing it on her plate.

"If you need anything else, just give me a holler."...The waitress smiled back.

"Thanks."...Constance then took a bite of the pizza.

Tony walks through the doorway, he stops next to Ziva and slowly rubs up and down her back with his left hand, placing a large cup on the table..."Feeling any better, hmm?"...He smiled, Ziva softly smiled up at him, but didn't speak... "Well, let's hope this Jewish penicillin does the trick."

Tony sits back down and looks at a smiling Constance..."How's the pizza?"

"It's really good!"...Constance happily declared.

"Heh."...Tony grinned, he reaches over with a napkin, wiping sauce off of Constance's nose..."Best in D.C.."

"Baltimore had a few good places."

"Baltimore?"...Tony takes a huge bite of the pizza.

"Yeah, the last place we lived."

"Did you and your mom move around a lot?"

"Some, not a lot, though...I remember Philadelphia, but not Peoria and then there's Beaumont, I was born there, so I don't remember that either."

Tony swallows hard..."Please tell me you're joking."

"What do you mean?"...Constance gave him a confused look.

Tony drops his pizza and shakes his head, letting out a deep sigh.

"What's wrong?"...Constance asked, looking at Tony.

"Suddenly, I've lost my appetite."

"What is it?"...Constance began to get worried..."Did I do something wrong?"

"Tony was a police officer in Peoria, Philadelphia and Baltimore before coming to work at NCIS."...Ziva reached over, caressing Constance's hand.

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McGee walks into Abby's lab holding a plastic evidence bag, the music was blaring louder than usual. Abby was laying on a black mat on her back, her legs bent at the knees, the souls of her black boots firmly on the ground. Her hands were intertwined behind her head resting on Bert. Something was moving in unison under her shirt.

McGee stared at her stomach..."Uh, Abby?"

Abby turns her head, looking at McGee..."Get down here!"

"Why?"

"Feel my stomach."

McGee grins..."Okay."...He quickly moves over, dropping to his knees. He moves his hand to her stomach, lifting up her shirt and starts to pull back on it. He stops seeing a 3 inch wide black strap wrapped around her stomach..."What is that, Abby?"

"It's a electric abdominal toning belt, McGee! I'm working out."

"Huh?"

"It just takes 20 minutes a day!"

"Okay, I'm lazy and all, but not that lazy."

"Bite your tongue, McGee and get me my Caf-Pow!"...She pointed up at her desk.

McGee quickly stood up, moving over and grabbing her Caf-Pow, he moved back as she turned the machine off, he knelt back down as she pulled at the velcro straps..."Wow, you're stomach is all sweaty."...He said as he pressed his hand against her stomach.

"It burns, McGee."

McGee shook the Caf-Pow cup in his hand, he shrugged and placed the bottom of the cup on her stomach and slowly started to glide it along her stomach.

"What in the hell are you doing, McGee?"...Gibbs said, walking into the lab, holding a Caf-Pow.

McGee grits his teeth..."Uh, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."...Gibbs slaps him on the back of the head.

"Won't happen again, Boss."

Gibbs extends his arm in Abby's direction, helping her up, he hands her the Caf-Pow..."What you got for me, Abs?"

Abby starts scratching her head..."Fleas."

"Fleas?"...Gibbs repeated.

"Yeah, big ol' giant Iraqi sand ones!"...Abby moves to her computer, she clicks a key showing a dead flea on her screen..."Found it on the piece of fabric Tony found this morning."

"And the photo?

Abby looks at Gibbs, then McGee.

McGee held up the evidence bag with the photo inside.

"McGee!"

Gibbs turns, moving towards the door..."Let me know, Abby."

McGee steps over to Abby, handing her the bag. She punches him on the arm..."Hey! What was that for?"

"Gibbs didn't kiss me on the cheek and it's your fault!"

McGee starts to rub his arm..."Sorry, Abby."

Abby nudges him with her hip, getting his attention, she smiles..."I still love you, Timmy."

McGee smiles back.

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Tony and Ziva were out in the parking lot, he was pacing back and forth in front of their car..."Calm down, Tony."

Tony stops, he raises his hands, they were shaking..."I'm hating the dead right now, Ziva...and I don't like it."

"I'm sure she had a good reason for what she did."

"Yeah, I'm good enough to follow, but not tell? 16 FREAKIN' years, Ziva!"

"She was afraid."

"Don't make excuses for her. She should've told me, I should've been given the oppurtunity to know my daughter."...Tony sighs deeply..."I'm sorry, it's not your fault.

Ziva steps towards him smiling..."She's a great kid, Tony...she's smart, beautiful, observant."...She looks away for a split second..."Very, very, very obversant, too observant actually."...She shook her head, she stops and looks into Tony's eyes..."She has your eyes, your beautiful smile and even the chuckle."...Ziva softly laughs..."She did a wonderful job raising her and yes, I know, it sucks, but you have the rest of your life to get to know her."...She pulls his head down by his tie, kissing him softly on the lips..."Okay?"

"I don't know, Ziva."

"Tony, trust me...shes needs you."

Tony sighs and nods..."Okay, but I have to admit, it would've been nice to screw her up just a little in those first 16 years, ya know? Heh."

"By giving her the name, DiNozzo, yes?"...Ziva chuckled.

Tony softly smiles, he wraps his arms around her, hugging her tightly..."Ani ohevet otcha."...He whispered in her year.

Ziva laughs..."No, it's ani ohev otach, not ani ohevet otcha."

"Huh? Didn't I say that?"

"Close enough."...She smiled and kissed him again.