Ah! Last chapter! I want to thank every reviewer! I love you guyses sososo much!

And you would have had this chapter like 4 hours ago except my computer decided to die on me and not save anything.

So I just wanna wrap things up, and I'm pretty excited cause this is the first story that I've actually completed so yay! So thank you again for putting up with this very OOC story.

And yes, RedDragonForce, I realize this did not go exactly the way you planned it, so if anyone out there wants to take this where I left off and focus on the new MCRT, then be my guest. Send me a PM of your idea and I'll contact RDF.

Kays? Kays!

Disclaimer: wow, my last disclaimer for this story….it's actually a little sad. Now I just realized I don't own NCIS…now I is sadder.

NCIS: Bullpen: One Year Later: 2032

One year had passed since their lives changed for the better.

Twenty two years had passed since the day that altered their lives.

And life still went on.

The bullpen was almost empty, except for newly pregnant Officer Anna David-Abdul who sat at her mother's old desk checking the Petty Officer's bank statement and deposits. Carson and Sandy were down in interrogation and Tanner was in MTAC discussing an op. with Mossad Director Avery David.

With her efforts drawing a blank, Anna was on the verge of giving up. She rubbed her small baby bump kindly, when something caught her eye. Petty Officer Aaron had been writing out monthly checks to a Kimberly Crystal for $600. Scribbling down the address, she quickly gathered her things and headed for the elevator, practically tumbling over her parents as they exited.

She gave them a sweet smile before rushing back into the elevator, the sun was starting to go down and she wanted to get back to Ethan before he got home from class.

Ziva watched her daughter admiringly as the elevator doors closed. Tony's arm around her waist brought her out of her trance. They walked to the entrance of the bullpen, staring for a second at the place they used to call their second home. Tony gently squeezed his fiancé's hand, feeling the ring press up against his palm. She looked at him lovingly, a smile tugging at her lips.

He let go of her hand and watched her wander over to her old desk, admiring her ring as she slid her finger over the smooth surface. She slowly took a seat at her daughter's desk, chuckling at the sight of Tony sitting comfortably at his old desk, feet up and hands folded behind his head.

A thought popped into Tony's mind as he quickly removed his feet from the desk and opened the side drawer. Confusion crossed Ziva's face as his expression lit up upon opening the metal drawer. "What?" she questioned, leaning across her desk.

"My Ohio State sticker is still here." he said proudly, causing a chuckle to slip from her lips.

Ziva looked up to the catwalk just in time to see Abby and Tim coming down, each holding a carrier with one of their newborn sons, Donald and Timothy Jethro sleeping peacefully in them. They rounded the bullpen, stopping to watch Tony and Ziva as they relaxed into their chairs.

They made their way to McGee's old desk, placing the carriers on either side of them. Tim hesitated at first, but once he was in the chair he felt back at home. Abby breathed a laugh at her husband's content, balancing herself on the edge of his desk. She looked around and was immediately transported back twenty years, she loved this feeling.

Just then, Palmer came from autopsy, his ringed fingered hand clutching an autopsy report. He was surprised to not see Tanner and his team like he had planned, but his confusion was soon replaced with amusement as he realized who had replaced them. He smiled as they mentally let him join him. He leaned against the edge of Tanner's empty desk and looked around. He had been there long enough to pick his favorite team and by far, Gibbs, Tony, Ziva and McGee were his favorite.

The more people that came into the bullpen, the emptier it seemed; something or someone was missing. But before anyone could process another thought, Gibbs emerged from the elevator and limped to the opening of the bullpen.

All five faces lit up at the sight of the fearless silver fox as he stood there, looking around, feeling good. He let a smile slip from his lips as he wandered over to his old desk, staring at it momentarily before taking a seat in the empty chair.

They just kept looking around at each other, enjoying each other's presences. They laughed at their jokes and smiled at each other's glances.

And it felt just like old times.

Now, we can sit here for hours pondering what would have happened if Gibbs and Ziva had gotten out of that bomb in time and think of thousands of scenarios. With Rule 12 still there, Tony and Ziva may not have gotten together, so no Anna and Avery. If the team hadn't broken up, Abby and Tim wouldn't have been married, no Katie, Donald and T.J.

Like I said, a thousand things. But all thousand of those can be traced back to that small explosion, the one that cost Gibbs his leg and the rest of the team, their fate.

So was it inevitable? Was the bomb supposed to go off? Or did the explosion take fate for a little detour?

Well, it doesn't matter. Twenty years later, here they are, back in the bullpen. They were a family again, and would now forever be, not by blood, but by fate and friendship.

All these years had passed, but it didn't matter. And Abby found she was wrong.

Because the now, was looking a lot better each and every day.

Ah! Wow, it's over. I know. I just wanted to wrap things up and get on with my other stories. But I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you like reading it!

Oh! And if you're confused about the last line, refer to the last line of Chapter15 "Pictures Of You, Pictures of Me."

I was thinking of doing a little snippet of the year in between this, like Tony and Ziva's engagement, the twin's birth, I don't know if you'd be interested but…

So please, leave your last review and thank you all so much for your love!

-n.c.i.s