A/N – I just wanted to say to the viewer with the unconstructive negative review. I appreciate that you gave the story a chance, however, please know that I do not appreciate you trying to take down my self-confidence in writing or my story. There are people on this sight who are enjoying this story and I am sorry that you are not one of them. If you do not like Tony and Ziva stories, then perhaps you should not read them. But what you said was just mean. There was no point in reviewing and your breath was wasted in that review. If you do not have anything nice to say, then say nothing at all. Thank you.

A/N – To the rest of my reviewers, thank you very much for your continued support of this story, despite the minor delay in it and I appreciate hearing back from you. Here is another chapter for you to read.

I Will

Ziva felt a soft smack on the back of her head and she looked up at Gibbs, who was half-smiling and half-frowning. "As much as I enjoyed someone making fun of McGee for missing out on work, that was not appropriate," he said to her. "Please keep yourself under some control, Agent DiNozzo."

Ziva smirked and then looked back to her computer, hearing Gibbs sigh and Tony chuckling under his breath. His mood seemed to be swinging nearly as much as hers these days. It was like he was the pregnant one and dealing with all this. Perhaps it was just sympathy symptoms, Ziva though. But, perhaps Gibbs was just as confused as Tony and Ziva were. They were all family and the bonds that they shared got a little confusing when they thought about the fact that they all worked together.

The elevator dinged and McGee walked in, to see everyone staring at their computer screens and not doing a thing while they sat there. Ziva looked lost in her thoughts and Tony was lost in Ziva. Gibbs was staring up at the ceiling and Bishop was reading a book. It seemed almost like they were bored, but none of them were stirring up trouble, yet.

"Good of you to join us, McGee," Gibbs said in a tone that he used to reserve for only Tony when he was late. "Let me ask you, why are you late this morning?"

"Overslept," McGee said in one word, keeping the answer Gibbs-like and short.

"Why?" Gibbs asked. "Bishop and Abby weren't late to work and neither was I. We were all here the same amount of time, McGee. And, if I remember correctly, you went home before all of us; so, why is it that you overslept and not one of the others, I wonder?"

"I couldn't sleep, boss," McGee said. "I'm sorry. I won't let it happen again. Especially if you're going to let Ziva act like DiNozzo."

"She is a DiNozzo," Bishop said, indicating that Ziva was only living up to the last name that she had taken on. "Do you expect anything different from her?"

"Sympathy," McGee said. "Or anger. Or disappointment. Or frustration. But, not jokes."

Ziva chuckled. Tony smirked. Gibbs sighed. McGee obviously didn't have any experience with pregnant women and obviously didn't understand the swinging moods of a pregnant woman. Gibbs noticed at that moment that Ziva was holding her stomach and he smiled at the young agent as she absently reminded herself of her reasons for playing around with McGee. Her stomach growled and Gibbs looked at the clock.

"I'll call it a day for DiNozzo, DiNozzo, Bishop, and Abby. You all have better things to do than sit here with no work to be done," Gibbs said. "McGee, you're going to stay and work for a while. We'll find a cold case to solve for tomorrow."

Ziva stood up and took Tony's hand and they walked out together with their bags flung over there shoulders and walked toward the elevator, where they met Abby who was on her way down to the parking garage also.

"I'm sorry I've been a little distant from you two," Abby said. "I was just jealous that you had normal work hours, I guess."

"It's alright, Abby," Ziva said. "How are things going with you and McGee?"

"They're not at the moment," Abby said with a frown on her face. "He clammed up for a while and still hasn't unfrozen himself from this clammy frozen state he's found himself in. I don't know what he's afraid of."

"Probably not being good enough for you," Tony said. "He seems like the person who wants to please you and the boss and be the man you deserve. He probably thinks that since his only really serious relationship with Delilah went south, he won't be able to make it last with you. He's just scared. Make him feel safe."

"Thanks guys," Abby said with a broad smile on her face. "I thought you two weren't doing the whole relationship advice thing anymore?"

"We will if it's not the middle of the night," Ziva said satisfied with her concern. "And if it doesn't interfere with our personal lives."

Abby laughed. "That sounds like a good deal," Abby said. "Anyway, what are you two doing right now? You wouldn't want to get lunch with me, would you? I would really enjoy the company and enjoy hearing about this little bun in the oven a little more, since I know absolutely nothing about it. I've skirted around you two for too long and you're my best friends in the whole world and it was wrong of me. I want to catch up, if you're free?"

"Of course, Abby," Tony said smiling at the return of the chatty Abby that they used to see before they had come back married and pregnant from Israel.

And so, with that relationship on its way to mending, they decided to go to lunch together and talk. However, neither Tony nor Ziva gave Abby the satisfaction of telling her the gender of the child that Ziva was bearing, because they wanted to surprise the team when the time came. Ziva smiled a lot at discussing the baby and laughed whenever Abby asked really personal questions, though all those were evaded as well, much to the displeasure of Abby and a comment about some things never changing, though she had expected Tony to spill the beans on at least one thing, because he had always bragged about everything. The day ended well; and a lot better than it had started.

A/N – Okay, so I'm not entirely happy with this chapter… only somewhat. But, I hope you like it. Let me know.