A/N: Because I was asked to continue this story by a few people.

Forward one year.

He can't help but watch his senior field agent and the woman that he loves so much. A woman that had wormed her way into his heart as well.

"I can't believe it's a little bit over a year." Tony says as he pours some wine into the three glasses.

"Closer to eighteen months DiNozzo." Gibbs says softly as he puts the squash chunks onto the sheet pan.

"I was so surprised that day when you walked into the conference room. Even more surprised that I kiss you after I gave you that flower later that night."

"I could have stopped you, you know. I have knees and I have to take self-defense classes at the Bureau. I wanted you to kiss me you read the signals just right." She says laughing as she pours some olive oil on the squash.

"Well, I'm glad I'm a good reader."

"Me too." She tells him as passes him. "Dinner should be ready in about fifteen minutes I'm going to set the table, put the squash in the oven please."

She grabs the plates and silver on the way out of the kitchen making sure to snag the napkins.

Hearing the door bell ring she places the last fork in its place before she goes to answer the door.

Seeing both of Tony's teammates standing there she invites them in. "I'll tell Tony that you're here, have a seat." She says motioning to the couch.

"Thank you, Penelope." Tim says softly, getting a small smile from her in return.

Tim looks surprised to see her here the last time he saw her she gave his laptop a virus. A virus that he tried but couldn't get rid of no matter how hard he tried. He remembers when he opened up the laptop the next day to try once again to remove the virus, but it was gone. In his email he found a small note from her, it was simple and straight to the point.

I removed the virus this time. Try and hack me again and I'll destroy your hard-drive. I'm on a list for a reason. Be well, Elf Lord.

He knew that he never would, not after hearing about her from other people in the cyber department from the alphabets.

Ziva didn't say anything to her she took in her appearance as Penelope motioned them to the couch. A white dress with irises on them and a pale blue sweater, no shoes on her feet at all. A large square cut emerald surrounded by smaller diamonds on her ring finger. Knowing jewelry and diamonds comes second nature to her, as it was part of her training. Ziva knows that the ring is real, expensive and valuable, it causes her to have more questions than answers. As to why the FBI analyst is in Tony's home and why she sees so comfortable here. While she and Tim do not at all.

When Penelope turned back to ask if they wanted anything to drink, they both said no.

"You've got company, Tony." She says as walks back into the kitchen,

"Yeah, who?"

"Tim and Ziva. I offered them a drink they said no. I'm staying in the kitchen, I don't think they like me."

"Tim is leery of you." Gibbs informs her.

"And Ziva?"

"Ziva doesn't like the fact she can't read you she thinks your too good to be true. Dangerous with a computer but won't use a gun. She thinks you're hiding something."

She looks at Tony then at Gibbs chuckling. "What you see is what you get gentlemen. Except when I'm acting in the theater."

Tony walks out into the living room as sees that both of them are looking at the books and movies on his bookshelf.

"Did you need something." He asks making them both turn around quickly.

"You left early today, We thought you might be ill." Tim explains, realizing as soon as the words left his mouth they sounded hollow.

"I wasn't ill. I had a lunch meeting at the FBI."

"You? A lunch meeting at the FBI? Whatever for?" Ziva asks as she laughs.

"Was there anything else you needed or wanted?" Tony asks them coldly.

"You're not going undercover again are you?" Tim asks.

"No, and if I was I wouldn't tell you."

"Why is that analyst from the FBI here?" Ziva asks still not believing Tony.

"I didn't know I needed your permission to have a friend over to share a meal Ziva."

"Does Gibbs..." she starts to say only to be cut off.

"You know what, why don't you ask him, Penelope came over because she wants to buy a house. I told her that the one to ask for help with that would be Gibbs." Tony turns his head and calls out loudly for Gibbs.

"What is it DiNozzo?" Gibbs asks coming into the living room as he dries his hands.

"They," Tony says waving his hand in Tim and Ziva's direction. "want confirmation that one, I'm not doing any undercover work and, two that you are going to help Penelope look for a house."

"Anything else you want to know?" Gibbs inquires as he glares at both Tim and Ziva.

"No Boss." Tim replies

"No Gibbs." Ziva tells him without flinching.

"Good, then go home."

She waits until the meal is almost finished, Penelope looks at Tony then at Gibbs and can't help but smile. They are so much alike it is scary.

"Tony, you should tell them the truth. They aren't going to let it go. You know that."

"I did tell them the truth, Gibbs is going to help you find a house. The fact that it's going to be our house, that I'm going to be living in it with you after we get married is no one's business but ours."

"Just tell them please, a lie of omission is still a lie."

"Okay, I'll tell them."

"Thank you, just one more thing." She says as she stands and reaches for the plates to clear the table. "I want a baby after we move into our house. I already talked to my doctor I'm good to go."

"A baby?" He says.

"Yes, three, maybe four, being an only child sucks. I want a big family. You remember earlier today when you asked Agents Hotchner, Rossi and Morgan, permission to marry me? After they said yes, you promised them that you would take care of me and give me whatever I wanted. Well, I want a big family."

He sits there stunned as she walks into the kitchen. Then he looks over to Gibbs when he hears his friend and boss laughing softly.

"From now on Tony, your life really means something. That beautiful beginning you told me about when you first me Penelope, well that was just the start. The real beauty is just beginning."

The end.