McGee was sitting at his desk, his head down, Abby's arms draped over his shoulders, embracing him from behind. He sighed deeply.

"Aww, McGee, it's not your fault."...Abby stated, tightening her hug.

"She is right, McGee."...Ziva reiterated, she began to caress her stomach.

"See, Ziva agrees with me, so...so should you."...Abby said, pointing at Ziva, she smiled seeing Ziva rubbing her belly..."Aww, is my godson kicking?"...Ziva nodded back with a smile.

"But..."...McGee whispered.

"No ifs, ands, or buts, McGee...it's not your fault. Period. End of discussion. Lock it up. Throw away the key."...Abby strongly spoke.

"Abby."...McGee sighed once again.

"Listen to me, okay? Did you lie to her? Yeah, you did...and that was wrong, but that's all you did, McGee. Look, you got freaked out and who could blame you, I mean, wanting someone to meet your parents after one night of sex? We've had sex a couple times more than that and you've never met my parents."

"39."

Abby scoffs..."You've been counting?"

"Uh...no, not really, I just have a bl...hey, why haven't I met your parents, Abby?"

"They still think I'm a virgin."

"Oh..."...McGee replied, but quickly shook his head, confused... "Huh?"

Abby laughs..."I was kidding, McGee...my mom would love you! Absolutely love you! On the other hand, my Dad, he'll probably feed ya to the gators."...She grabs the back of his chair, turning him towards her, she flops down across his leg..."Next Thanksgiving, you're coming with me to New Orleans. Christmas, too, ya hear me?"

McGee looks at her, trying to smile.

Abby points at herself, then gave the sign for "love," then points at McGee.

A smile came over his face..."I...I..."...Tony, Gibbs and Fornell walk into bullpen..."Me, too, Abby."

Tony stops in front of his desk, Gibbs nearly running into him, he quickly surveys the room..."Where's Langer?"

"He headed towards the lounge...why?"...Abby pointed out.

"Move!"...Tony shouted, darting past the steadfast Gibbs and Fornell.

"What is it, Tony?"...Ziva said, but he didn't stop, she watched him, before disappearing out of her sight, her eyes swung back towards Gibbs..."Gibbs?!"

"Constance."...Gibbs grunted in a worrysome tone, he, then Fornell quickly followed in Tony's footsteps.

Ziva pushes herself up from her chair, grimacing..."What about her?!"

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A candy bar drops, making a loud clank as Constance stood facing the vending machine, a steaming cup of cocoa sat on the table behind her. She ran her fingertips up and down the glass..."Ooh, they put gummi bears in for Ziva."...She laughs and quickly inserts three quarters into the machine and presses the D5 button. The package of gummi bears falls, she squats down, reaching through the door, collecting them. She stood up, a man creeps up behind her, he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. She turns, bumping into the man..."Oh, I'm sorry!"...She holds out her hand, trying to catch the man as he falls backwards.

Langer stumbles back, but quickly regains control of himself, he opens his eyes and smiles at her..."Peaches?"...He reaches into his front pocket, looking at the candy in her hand..."Gummi bears, huh?"

"Peaches?"...Constance wondered.

"How is Ziva doing? Pretty soon, huh?"...Langer asked.

Constance looks at him oddly, he had never been nice to her or anyone in her family..."She's, uh...fine, thanks."

"That's good to hear."...Langer said, sliding past her, he slowly looked up and down the selection inside the vending machine..."Maybe it's pomegranate."...He smirked, which was visible by reflection in the vending machine's glass.

Constance was even more confused now..."What..."

"Constance?"...Tony called out, he slowly moves into the lounge, his fingers clutching at the handle of his Sig Sauer, the muscles in his neck bulging.

"Yeah?"...Constance replied. Tony let out a sigh of relieve as she moved to table coming into his view. She picked up her hot cocoa and smiled at her father..."Is Ziva ready to go, Dad?"

"Are you okay?"...Tony asked, moving over to her.

"Yeah, but you were right about him...he IS weird."

"Everything okay?"...Gibbs asked, entering the lounge. Fornell right behind him.

Tony puts his arm around Constance, kissing her forehead..."Yeah, all good, Boss."

"Ahhh, Dad."...Constance started to get embarrassed.

"Oh, hush, it's not like I'm gonna give you cooties or anything."...Tony retorted, making her roll her eyes..."Fine."...He lifted her right hand, drawing two circles, then dabbing his finger twice in the middle of them..."Circle, circle, dot, dot, now you've got the cooties shot."...He smiled at her..."Better?"

Constance laughs, shaking her head..."Thanks, Daddy."

Tony reaches up, caressing the side of Constance's head, easing her towards him, he presses his lips against her temple..."You're welcome, baby girl."

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All five of them move back into the squad room, Ziva was sitting on the edge of her desk, waiting for them..."What's going on?"

"Nothing."...Tony replied, smiling. He sauntered over to her, pressing his forehead to hers, giving her a quick kiss..."I'll tell you later."

"Heads up!"...Constance bellowed. Ziva reached up with her right hand, snagging the package of gummi bears out of thin air.

"Heh."...Tony kissed her again..."Still have the sexy ninja reflexes, I see."

"Always."...Ziva smirked..."Amongst other skills."

"DiNozzo, go home."...Gibbs ordered, moving behind his desk.

Tony turns, looking at Gibbs..."Boss?"

"Take care of your family."

"What about the serial killer case and other cases that come up, Gibbs?"

"I think we can handle a few cases without you, DiNozzo."...Gibbs sat down, Tony didn't budge a muscle..."Go. Home. DiNozzo."

Tony sighs, he turns back to Ziva, she was holding her hand out to him..."Lets go home, Tony."...She smiled.

Tony reaches out, taking her hand, helping her off the desk..."Come on, Constance."...They started towards the elevator.

"Tony."...Gibbs said, standing from his desk.

Tony turns back..."Yeah?"

"Keep us informed and hurry back...after the baby."...Gibbs smiled..."I hope you like it."

"Boss?"...Tony tilted his head, squinting in Gibbs' direction.

"You're see."...Gibbs said, smirking.

Tony looks at Ziva, then at a shrugging Constance, then back to Ziva..."I have no idea, Tony."

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Tony pulls into his driveway, he reaches above the rearview mirror, clicking the garage door opener button, the garage door closely starts to open. He reaches out, placing his hand on Ziva's stomach as he abruptly stops the car.

She turns her head..."What?"

Tony points towards the windshield, grinning..."I was wonder if he could make something other than a boat. Heh."

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Tony backs up, perspiration streaming down his face, he leans back against a light blue wall and slowly slides down it until he's seated. He looks at his hands, then rubs them along the front of his jeans. The door creaks as it opens, he looks to his left, seeing Ziva standing in the doorway..."Done, yes?"...Ziva smiled.

"Yeah."...Tony exhaled, wiping at his brow..."You feeling okay?"

"Catch me."

"Huh?"...Tony looked up at her as she turns, falling into his lap. He quickly reached up, breaking her fall, bringing her into his arm, softly setting her on his lap, his hands supporting her stomach..."Whoa!"

Ziva laughs..."Nice catch."...She leans back, turning and laying her head on his chest, his heart was pounding, she grinds her teeth together..."Sorry."

Tony lowers his head, kissing the top of her head..."Do you like it?"

"No."...Ziva closes her eyes, smiling..."I love the nursery."

Tony opens and lifts his cell to his ear, it rings several times before being answered..."Boss...she loves the crib."...He smiled, closing his eyes, but quickly reopened them..."Why am I...wet?"

"TONY!!!"