"Abby?" Ziva's slow steps slowly came to a halt. The familiar figure was indeed Abby and she ran forward and wrapped her hands around Ziva's neck.
"Oh Ziva...Gibbs called me as soon as the news about Tony came out and I would've come out earlier if I wasn't helping the nuns refurbish the chapel..." McGee appeared beside her.
"You know that I was against you painting the church in the first place; especially in your condition." His arm gently wrapped around her waist and his hand settled tenderly on her stomach.
"I'm perfectly fine Timmy! There's no reason why I can't move my arm up and down while holding a paintbrush." Abby's eyes melted slightly as they met Ziva's eyes.
"Tommy and Tali have grown up so much haven't they?" Her hand was being held tightly by Tom. Ziva sighed before kneeling down and kissing Tali tenderly on the head. She looked up at McGee.
"They grow up quickly McGee," she spoke softly. "You must treasure every moment, no matter how untreasurable it may seem at the time!" Both Abby and McGee smiled before Abby spoke.
"We still have a few more months of sanity left." Ziva saw Gibbs before she spoke to Tali.
"Why don't you go and see Uncle Gibbs?" Gibbs smiled a little smile before taking Tom into his arms.
"How is it Ziva?" McGee gently placed a hand on her elbow.
"It's hard...but I've managed in situations like this before. And I have support from so many people...you guys, Gibbs and Tony." Abby raised her eyebrows.
"Ziva...Tony's been missing." With tears in her eyes she shook her head.
"No...there is a Tony that has been there for me and my children." Suddenly Tali ran past them with her arms wide open into the arms of an elderly man. His face was recognisable.
"Grandpa!"