Epilogue: Just Right
Annie and Auggie finally made it back to Langley the next afternoon.
"Well, we're here," Annie sighed, putting the car in park. She glanced at Auggie, who had made no effort to get out of the car.
"We have to get out now?" Auggie asked, slightly irritably.
"Yes," Annie told with him a half-smile. She unbuckled and got out of the car, Auggie following her example. When they were out, Annie wandered to Auggie's side and took his hand in hers. He curled their arms up and laid a hand on her elbow gently.
"Let's loiter for a bit," Auggie commented, grinning.
"Hmm, not too long, though," Annie replied. "I don't want to really infuriate Joan on our day back."
"Of course," Auggie replied. They had reached the entrance, and Auggie pulled her aside. "Let's just loiter long enough for this." He wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her into a kiss. Annie pulled her hand out of his and put her arms around his neck, freeing his other arm to encircle her waist and pull her closer to him, wanting her proximity. Eventually, they broke apart, and relinquished hold of each other.
"Keep this secret?" Annie asked softly.
"It's a shame, but I think that's wise," Auggie replied. "After all, we're CIA agents. Grant me one last favor?"
"It's not like I'm dying, Auggie," Annie told him with a small grin. "Any favor you want."
"Later, can we go back to my place? We can make dinner and listen to some music…I haven't gone out with someone since before Iraq." Annie smiled gently and kissed him again.
"It's a date," she murmured, and they entered the CIA building together.
"So what is on the menu for tonight?" Ziva asked, holding popcorn in one hand and soda in the other. She pulled up a seat next to Tony in front of the giant plasma between his and Tim's desks.
"Casablanca," Tony replied with a grin. "I can't believe you haven't seen it before. Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman…it's a classic." He lowered his voice to a husky Humphrey Bogart pitch. "We'll always have Paris." Ziva looked over at him and smiled.
"Yes, we will," she replied quietly.
"It's a quote from the movie," Tony explained, and Ziva raised an eyebrow.
"It is not just that," Ziva said, "and you know it."
"Maybe you're right," Tony commented, thinking about it.
"I usually am." Ziva took a sip from her soda, looking out of the corner of her eyes at Tony.
"Why are you staring at me?" Tony asked, picking up his own bag of popcorn as the credits started to roll.
Ziva shrugged. "I was thinking of Paris."
"Do you know why?"
Tony looked up at her with curiosity. "Why?" A smile crept across her face as she put her popcorn and soda aside. She stood up and walked to his chair, standing in front of him with her arms crossed.
"Do you mind explaining yourself?" he asked. "You're blocking the opening credits." Ziva leaned down and placed her hands on both armrests of his chair. She slowly moved in and gently kissed him on the lips. He put up a hand and laid it on her cheek, kissing her back.
Once they broke apart, Ziva murmured, "That's why."
"Someday, we'll go back," Tony told her. "I promise." He kissed her again, unable to resist himself.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Abby asked, her eyebrows pushing together in concern. Tim's brow furrowed and he looked up at her with determination written across his face.
"Yes," he answered. "I'm sure. And I'm ready."
"Absolutely sure?" Abby questioned again. She picked up a nearby Wiimote. "Nobody's beaten my high score. Ever!"
"Well, records are made to be broken," Tim told her with a smile. "But I have an advantage."
"And that is?" Abby asked, handing Tim the Wiimote.
"I can never be distracted from a video game," Tim replied, grinning cockily.
"Well, we'll see about that," Abby said mischievously. Tim started playing the game, quickly losing focus on anything else besides the large plasma screen he was playing on.
"Tim!" Abby shouted in his face. He didn't respond, still focusing on the game. "I'm pregnant, Tim!" He still didn't reply. "The police are coming. I've been shot. I'm going to die, McGee. Blood is spouting everywhere." Still nothing. "You're losing the game." She glanced up at the plasma. "You've almost beaten my high score!" Abby watched the numbers steadily tick up, and stepped in to Tim, blocking his view of the plasma. He leaned to the side to look around and see the plasma again, but Abby just followed him and leaned to the other side as well. He leaned back to center, but Abby moved as well again. Tim leaned to the other side, but Abby leaned in and suddenly kissed him. Finally losing focus, Tim dropped his Wiimote and put his hands on either side of her face, kissing her back.
"Made you lose your focus," Abby said quietly, breaking away and smiling at Tim. He pursed his lips and looked around her at the plasma, then grinned.
"I still won," he said. Abby gasped as she turned to look at the plasma.
"No way!" she exclaimed, snatching the Wiimote away and looking at the high scores. "How did you do that? I distracted you!" Tim kissed her cheek gently.
"Yes, but too late," he murmured, grinning.
Alone in his basement, Gibbs steadily sanded away at wood on his latest project. He paused for a minute, and sat down in his nearby chair, looking at the project thoughtfully. Grabbing his usual bottle of scotch, he poured himself a drink. Gibbs was thinking hard about what he was going to name this newest project. Maybe he should name it after an old friend…but which one?
He took another sip of scotch and glanced at his desk, the corner of a photograph catching his eye. Setting his scotch down, he unearthed it, taking in what it was of. With a smile, he recalled good times with the person in the photo.
Maybe "Jenny" would be a good name…