Okay, so firstly guys. I have to say a MASSIVE sorry for the delay. I've been having some connection issues and it's taken a week for them to sort my line -_-. Not cool at all. During that week, both me and my little boy managed to catch colds, so you can only imagine the fun. So, major apologies for that.

Thank you so much for all your messages/reviews, you know I love them! Thank you too for all the plot suggestions, some of which had already been brewing in my sleep-deprived mind, and are writing up pretty well, so stay tuned! ;D

As usual, some replies:

stomper55555:

I'm rather glad I convinced you! I hate Jeanne-hate outrightly, which sounds a bit contradictory, I know, but lemme explain. I didn't like Jeanne because of Jeanne; I thought she was a bit of a weak character, a bit too stereo-typical, whiney, a little too needy too. Tony needs someone with a bit more flair, more chemistry (IMHO ^_^). But my hate began when Tony told her who he was; she never even gave the poor guy a chance. If Tony was genuinely happy with her, I'd support it (with a grumbling of Tiva in there, but hey ho), but she completely cut him off. I mean, I know finding out your beloved boyfriend's a federal agent would be a bit of an issue, but she never even gave him the chance to explain really. And he really did love her. I guess that may be part of it too; my jealousy (for Ziva of course), that he actually loved her. And of course, I hated his whole depression faze. I hated on her for that. So I hate stories that set out with Tony constantly bashing Jeanne, because I have huge doubts that he would ever say a bad word against her, or mock her (unless it was tiny, private joke between him and Ziva, and even then, I think it'd be extremely light hearted). He really doesn't strike me as the sort of guy that would mouth off about an ex. ANYWAY. Speech over, I'm glad you enjoyed it! :)

nancy k. nkwhimseycornergmai:

I do feel a little sorry for her, they kinda wrote her like that, but then Tony's so depressed, and she is so bloody harsh on him...Like I said above, poor guy never really gets a chance to prove he actually meant what he said. I take the guy's side naturally, tho', so I guess I'm biased :3

As always guys, enjoy, and review away! :D

Summer

" McGeek."

" McBookworm."

" McGemcity."

" McBest-Selling-Author."

"McDeepSix."

"McGregor."

"Elf Lord."

" Probie."

" Probalicious."

" McProbie."

" Probe-Elf."

" TIM."

McGee glanced over from his book with a sigh of exasperation, raising an eyebrow.

" Tony?"

" Are you reading?"

" Yes. Got a problem with it?"

His partner scoffed, sitting up and raising his sunglasses, eyeing him with a look of contempt and disgust.

" We're sitting on a beach in Spain, and you're reading a book. In the shade."

" Yeah. I burn easily, and I'm taking time out to relax. You're sleeping on your beach towel, I'm reading. Same difference. Like I said, got a problem with it?"

" Tanning, Probie. I'm tanning. Something my Italian heritage allows, unlike you, McSunburn. What's that, two days? Two days, one of which you spent mostly covered up from head to toe, and you've turned into a McLobster."

Tim rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to the book, as Tony eyed the beach front, where Ziva and Abby were keeping a watchful eye on their respective broods. Tony and Leroy were having a rather boisterous game in the sand, which seemed to consist of building trenches, and attacking each other's creations at any given moment. Abi was constructing a large sandcastle, with Jen happily building a smaller one next door, and from what Tony could tell, there was a whole story to go with the structure, including the dragons that lived in the trenches across the sand. Ziva sat in the shallow water, an armband-ed Timmy in her lap, who squealed every time he splashed, and Abby cooing to him, basking in the hot summer sun.

" So, is LJ Tibbs and the gang going to be going on holiday any time soon?"

" I said drop the Deep Six references."

" Just saying."

Tim ignored him, turning his attention to the beach.

" Ah, to be young and carefree."

" I am young and carefree."

Tim snorted with laughter, laying his book aside.

" Carefree perhaps."

" Watch where you're going, McBaldSpot."

" Hey! It's just a little thinning, alright? Like you can talk."

" I have a full head of hair, albeit slightly receding."

" Yeah, but it's going gray."

" A small number of hairs, Probie. I happen to think it makes me look distinguished. Gray is sexy, anyway."

Tim glanced behind them, automatically looking for the one man to head slap him for disagreeing.

" What?"

" Thought you saw Boss."

" Aw, c'mon! You think I was just brown-nosing? Isn't he back yet, anyway?"

" Said he was going fishing, for dinner."

" We're on holiday, and he's going to get dinner. We could go out!"

" But why go out, DiNozzo, when you can have the best of Spanish seafood fresh?"

Tony gulped, tilting his head back as a shadow obstructed his beloved sunlight.

" You're, eh, kinda standing in my sun there, Boss. Not that it's a problem of course."

Gibbs gave his usual small smirk, seating himself on the spare sun lounger, and recoiling.

" So where's dinner then?"

He looked at the rather enthusiastic Tim.

" Back at the house, of course. Unless you want to leave fresh crabs out in the sun."

" Oh, of course..."

Their peace was interrupted as the two budding princesses appeared, immediately pouncing on the unsuspecting Gibbs.

" Gran'pa!"

" We need your help!"

Abi nodded vigorously, pointing to the structures.

" With our sandy castles!"

" Because they're not very big!"

Tony gave McGee a sly nudge, murmuring under his breath.

" Must run in the family."

Tim aimed a swat for the other man, who ducked out of the just in time, chortling with laughter.

" You're such a kid."

" I thought it was funny."

Tim pulled his daughter to him, kissing her head gently.

" How come you didn't ask me? And Tony, huh?"

Abi pulled a face.

" Because last time Daddy got involved, he ended up turning it into a Ferrari. Then he got mad cuz it wasn't right and smashed it up."

" And you, Daddy! You try and measure it, and get the right type of sand, and the right wetness, but it's only a sandy castle and you're just not very good."

Tony opened his mouth, impending sarcastic comment instantly silenced by a glare from the younger agent. Gibbs stood up, taking both girls by the hand and letting them pull him to their little fortress, instructing him on how exactly they wished for the castles to look, including the desire for a moat. Jethro set about obediently doing as they'd asked, much to their glee. Tony and Tim looked on, with a shared disgust.

" Him and his sandcastle skills."

" What makes him so special?"

" I hope the boys smash it."

" I hope he makes it fall."

They looked at each other, before laughing again, the ridiculousness of it all hilarious.

" Good ol' Grandpa Tibbs, huh?"

A book was hurled in the his direction with a curse.