"I love you Renee... will you marry me?"
Renee nodded not able to speak with the tears in her eyes, She was six months pregnant with the child of a man, boy really, who didn't care and told her no one else would either. And yet she had a family that did care. And a man that truly loved her.
Tim smiled and wrapped his arms around her the best that he could and slipped the pretty diamond on her ring finger. It was cut like an oval with little sapphires along the sides. Abby bounded up and down, Tony reaching out to control her a bit.
"Mazel Tov." Ziva was the first to speak, her Hebrew sentiment conveying what they all thought. The other weaved thier way out of the lab to give Tim and Renee alone time.
"I really hope the best for them." Ziva said to Gibbs. He nodded. Tony and Abby followed behind them.
"Well, Abbs. It looks like we have a wedding to plan."
"Yeah. Thank you Tony."
"For what?"
"You made my sister's life better, first with your own love and then pushing her and Timmy together," Abby stretched up to kiss Tony on the cheek.
Back in the quiet lab, Renee leaned her head against her fiance's chest, listened to his heart beating.
"So wanna help me with something?" Tim reconized that miscevious glint in her eye. Abby frequently wore the same look.
"Sure Re, what?"
"Let's play matchmaker."
"Ziva and Gibbs? Or Tony and Abby? Either way we'd die."
"No we won't. At least I won't. And they won't want me to raise my babies without you."
"Tony and Abby will be first and easiest. They both already know they love each other. They just don't know that the feeling's mutual."
"Yay. Let's go trap them in the elevator then. And then they can help us double team Gibbs and Ziva!"
Tim wondered briefly if he'd survive to she Anthony and Anthina's births...