And here we are - the final chapter! We've finally reached the end of this fanfic. It's been a long journey, from their engagement to Anthony's first birthday, but I'm glad you've followed this all the way through! Thank you all so much for dedicating your time to reading this story - I've loved writing this story, even though it was originally started by my co-author Rebecca.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this final chapter, guys!

Tony's POV

14 years later

"Anthony! Theodore! Isabella! I'm home!" I smiled as I walked through the front door into my home – the home I shared with my family – not exactly prepared to be attacked.

I yelped as I was jumped on by a furry creature, and nearly stumbled backwards straight out of the house. The barking coming from the creature was loud and nearly deafened me, and there was also some barking from further into the house.

"Hey… George…" I chuckled, patting the dog's head as he continued to jump up at me excitedly. "Down, boy! I need to get in first!" I scratched just behind his ear, knowing how he loved it when I did that.

"Dad's home!" I heard running coming from the upstairs landing, and three people barrelled down the stairs… seemingly in competition to see who could get to me first.

The winner, of course, was my baby girl Isabella, who was around the age of ten. She was the youngest of the three, and had deep brown eyes that were just like her mother's. Her hair was much lighter, more like mine, but I could see that it was going to get darker eventually. Her skin was tanned, and she had her mother's smile. She wore a cute pink t-shirt, with a pair of faded jeans and white socks.

The next to reach me was my second son, Theodore. He had his mother's dark hair and her dark eyes, although he looked a lot like I did when I was around his age in terms of facial features. He was about thirteen, and his hair reached down to his ears. His skin was fair, like mine – he was actually the fairest of the three. He wore a green t-shirt, with a pair of knee-length shorts and no socks.

And finally, there was Anthony, my eldest. His dark hair had grown in length, reaching past his ears and in desperate need of a trim. His green eyes were bright and happy, much like mine on a good day, and his skin was tanned – almost the colour of his mother's, actually. He, as expected, looked like a mini-me, right down to the muscles that were starting to form on his 15-year-old body. He wore a red t-shirt, with knee-length shorts and white socks.

"I won!" Isabella exclaimed, grinning. "And Tony lost!"

Anthony scowled. "I didn't lose!"

Theodore grinned. "Yes you did! You must pay the penalty!"

"We didn't agree on a penalty!"

"Yes we did, didn't we Bella?"

Isabella nodded. "Yup! Fifty press-ups!"

Anthony groaned, although I could see right through it.

"So no hello for me, then? The adoring father, who you ran to the door to greet, is only really loved by a dog?" I gasped dramatically.

Isabella giggled and jumped into my arms, hugging me tightly. "Hiya, papa!"

I kissed her forehead. "Hey, princess! How was your day?"

"Good!" She let go of me and petted George. "Come on, George! We should go see Betty and the puppies!"

I paled slightly. "P-puppies?"

Theodore nodded. "Betty had her puppies today, dad." He hugged me. "I'm great thanks, by the way. I managed to create a whole webpage!"

I grinned and ruffled his hair. "That's awesome, kiddo! You emailed your Uncle Tim about it yet?" I asked.

He shook his head, looking up at me with his dark eyes. "Should I send him the link to the website? I know it off by heart… considering I made it."

"Go ahead, Theo." I grinned. "Go for it. You never know… maybe you could be the next 'Facebook' designer? Or you could create something like 'Twitter'…"

He grinned. "Or even 'Tumblr'! That would be so cool!" He turned and raced back upstairs. "I need to improve my HTML coding!"

Anthony and I just stared after him, chuckling. It was strange… Theodore wasn't related to McGee at all, yet he acted so much like him.

I turned to my eldest. "You going to get a start on those press-ups, then?" I asked, slinging my arm over his shoulder. I grinned at him, punching his chest lightly. "Since when could you do fifty?"

"Since never," he told me with a small smirk. "As if I was really going to do those press-ups." He snorted.

I chuckled. "That's my boy." I sighed and began walking further into the house with him. "So, how was your day?"


"School's good?"


"How about that little McGee girl, huh?"

He blushed deeply. "Dad!"

"What? Can't a father wonder about his future daughter-in-law?"

"We're not getting married!"

"And how do you know?"

"Just quit it, dad!"

I heard chuckling come from within the kitchen and grinned as we walked in. "See? Even your mother agrees with me!" I let go of Anthony and went to hug Ziva from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist. I kissed her cheek softly. "Hey, honey."

She smiled. "Hey, you're home. How was the extra hour of work I missed?"

I rolled my eyes at her. "Boring, as usual." I sighed. "The McGees are coming over for dinner, aren't they?"

She nodded. "Shower and get changed. You stink."

I pouted and let go of her, turning to leave the room. "Now that's just mean…"

Ziva's POV

I sighed as I finished setting the table, ready for our guests. I was dressed in a lovely peach summer dress, and had a pair of white sandals on my feet. My hair was tied back into a ponytail.

Tony and I had officially been married for 15 years – well, it was more than fifteen, as we were coming up to sixteen years now – so we had invited Abby and McGee, along with their family, to have dinner with us. The children were very excited, considering Theo was able to see his closest friend Jackson and talk about computer things with him, Isabella would be able to play games with her best friend Rose, and Anthony would get to hang out with his 'friend' Caitlyn (we all knew that there was something more between the two).

As soon as I finished setting the table, the doorbell rang. There was a chorus of 'I'll get it's from upstairs as my three children raced to the door, each one of them wanting to answer first. I smirked when I heard Tony answer the door and greet the McGees.


I turned to see Abby standing at the entrance to the kitchen, looking as bubbly as ever. Her dark hair was tied back into a ponytail, and she was wearing a white and red summer dress with heels. She ran over to me and pulled me into a tight hug.

I chuckled. "Oh, Abby! How are you?" I asked.

"I'm great!" she answered with a grin, pulling away. "Wow, this dinner smells great!"

"I am glad you like the smell. Now, if everyone would enter, we could eat!"

Not long after I had said that, everyone else entered the room.

Isabella was walking beside a mini-version of Abby. She was definitely an exact replica, with no sign of McGee at all in her. She wore a cute little pink t-shirt and white trousers, and her hair was tied back into pigtails. This was Rose McGee.

Theo was talking animatedly with a boy his age. He, on the other hand, looked like a teenaged version of McGee, with not a trace of Abby in him at all. He wore a white shirt with jeans, and had glasses on. This was Jackson McGee (he had been named after Gibbs' father, as he had been born the same year that he had died).

And finally, walking in with Anthony was Caitlyn McGee. She was pretty much a woman now, with her dark hair flowing down her back and her green eyes sparkling with mirth. She would have looked exactly like her mother, had she not inherited her father's nose and smile. All in all, she was a very pretty girl, as wore a pretty blue sundress with white sandals.

I smiled. "Ah, everyone has arrived! Let's serve dinner!"

Tony grinned and sat at the table. "Mmmm, I'm starved!"

Anthony sat down. "Same here!"

"What's for dinner?" they asked simultaneously, causing everyone to laugh.

"See? This is what you'll get if you marry Anthony," Abby told Caitlyn, who promptly blushed a deep red.


Anthony's face matched the colour of his wine shirt.

Tony and McGee laughed, causing my son to send them both glares.

"Quit it!"

I chuckled.

"It's not funny, mom!" Anthony snapped at me.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "I can laugh at whomever and whatever I like. If you have a problem with it, please speak to your father."

Anthony grimaced. "Oh no…"

Tony raised an eyebrow at his son. "Is there something you'd like to tell me?" he asked.

The others began to snigger, knowing how much trouble Anthony would be in if he spoke.

Anthony bit his lip before turning to me. "So… mom… what's for dinner?"

Tony's POV

I sighed as I sipped of my after-dinner coffee, leaning back into the sofa.

Our dinner had gone wonderfully, with a lot of interesting conversation going around as we ate. By the end of the meal, Anthony had managed to choke at least three times due to my comments, and Caitlyn had managed to turn the same colour as his shirt.

"So… how've you been doing family-wise?" McGee asked as he sipped on his coffee.

"Very well," Ziva answered for us. "We think Anthony is going to go into basketball, but I feel that he may go into Law Enforcement as his parents have…"

Abby smiled. "I feel the same way about Caitlyn… I have a feeling that she may go into Forensics."

"And to think that none of this would have happened if we hadn't stopped pretending…" I muttered with a small smile.

McGee lifted his mug. "To pretending."

We all clinked our mugs together. "To pretending!"

*sobs a little* And that's it, guys... it's the end! Please leave one final review!