Haven't written a NCIS story for a while. So, I decided it's time to change that. :) Don't own NCIS or the characters. Just dreaming someday I will.

The sun was already blazing and it wasn't even 10 AM yet. It was the Sunday before school started.

Jennifer Gibbs was in the kitchen of her home, that was just down the street from the Washington Monument, making breakfast for her family.

Jenny married Leroy Jethro Gibbs on June 14, 1978. A year later, they welcomed their first child, son Anthony James, on July 8, 1979. On May 17, 1981, they had daughter Caitlin Elizabeth.

The third Giblet was born on November 15, 1982. They name him Timothy Michael. The fourth and last of their children, Abigail Marie, was born on March 27, 1984.

Jenny put a plate for everybody on the table. She then went over to the staircase leading to the second floor.

"Tony, Kate, Tim, and Abby. Breakfast." She called up the stairs, and walked to the basement stairs. "Jethro. Breakfast."

"She went back into the kitchen. The sound of five sets of feet were heard on the steps. A chorus of 'Morning Moms' filled the kitchen. All the kids sat at the table in their respected seats.

"What are your plans for your last day of summer?" Jethro asked his children.

"Ziva and I were gonna go up to Cape May." Tony said talking about his girlfriend of three years.

"Ooh. Can I go with you?" Kate asked her older brother.

"I want to go too!" Abby exclaimed.

"No. Neither of you are going." Tony said, drinking his orange juice.

"Mom!" Both the girls exclaimed turning to their mother.

"Tony. Take your sisters." Jethro told him.

"Dad. I took them with us all summer. We just want one day to ourselves."

"Ziva loves us." Kate spoke.

"She doesn't mind." Abby joined in.

"Well, I mind." He countered.

"Anthony. Just take them." Jenny said.

"I hate my life." He said, and slouched in his chair. "Do you want to come, too?" Tony asked, facing Tim.

"No."

Tony gathered his dishes, and put them in the sink. "Be ready in fifteen minutes." He said, and went up to his room and got ready.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Jenny went, and answered it. "Good morning, Ziva."

"Morning, Jen." Ziva spoke with her Israeli accent.

Tony came downstairs. "Hey, Z." He greeted, and placed a kiss upon her lips. "See ya later, Mom."

"Have fun. Drive safe."

The pair walked outside to Ziva's car. Ziva noticed Tony was a bit piturbed. She walked up to him, and got in his space.

"What is wrong?"

"My parents are making me take Kate, and Abby with us."

"Oh."

"I know it was just supposed to be you and me, but we can make them stay a distance from us."

"It's fine, Tony. I like your sisters."

Kate, and Abby walked outside. "Hey, Ziva." They both said.

"Hey, Kate. Hey, Abby."

"Thanks for letting us come with you." Kate said.

"We didn't have much of a choice, Kate. Get in the car." Tony said, and opened the door for Ziva."

"Thank you, Tony."

Inside, Jethro had retreated back to the basement. Jenny had started to rinse the dishes to put them in the dishwasher.

"Do you want some help, Mom?" Tim asked.

"Sure, sweetheart." She replied.

Tim went over, and took the dishes from his mother's hands, and put them in the dishwasher.

"How come you didn't want to go with Tony, and Ziva?" Jenny asked.

"I don't like the beach." Tim said, continuing to put dishes in the washer.

"Why don't you go help your father with the boat?"

"I don't want to."

"Alright."

Jethro came upstairs. "Crime scene in Alexandria. I'll be back later." He said, and kissed Jenny, and patted Tim's shoulder.

"Bye Jethro."

"Bye Dad."

Jethro left the house, and drove down to Alexandria.

"Guess it's just you, and me, Tim." Jenny told her son.

"I don't mind."

Meanwhile, Tony had just got off at the Cape May exit, and was heading for Sunset Beach.

It was nearing noon. Which is when the sun is at its hottest.

Tony parked on the side of the street knowing that there would not be any parking spaces. All of them got out of the car.

Kate, and Abby walked a few feet ahead of Tony, and Ziva.

Tony took Ziva's hand in his. He spun the ring that he gave her for her sixteenth birthday last November. Although it was against what her father wanted, it was Tony's promise to put an engagement ring on her finger when she turns eighteen.

Ziva lifted up their entwined hands. "Tony, you are so pale. You need a tan."

"Well, Zee-vah. We can't all be naturally tan, can we?"

"No, but you have been out in the sun all summer, and are not even close to my skin tone. Where as your sisters are just a shade lighter than me."

"I'm tanner than Tim. He got the worst of that gene." Tony joked.

Back at home, Jenny took the last of the laundry out of the dryer. She folded the clothing, separating everybody's into piles.

"Hey, Mom." Tim started coming down the stairs to the basement. "Can we go to Best Buy?"

"What for this time?" She asked, continuing to fold clothes.

"I saved up enough money for a laptop."

"Tim, can't you ever just save your money? You have three computers up in your room. Isn't that enough?"

"To an extent, I guess."

"Here. Let me paint you a picture. Don't take this in the wrong way, because I am your mother, and I love you to death. But imagine that you are in Tony's shoes. We all know he wants to propose to Ziva on her eighteenth birthday. Right now he is working his butt off to save money for her ring. Do you want to have to work everyday after school, and during the summer, because you didn't save your money?"

"You do make a good point." He told her.

"Good enough to convince you to save your money?"

"I guess."

"Good. Now." She said, taking his pile of clothes, and handing it to him. "Go put you clothes away, and call one of your friends, and have a good last day of summer."

"Alright." Tim said, and went upstairs to his room.

Jenny gathered hers, and Jethro's clothes, put them in a basket, bringing them up to their room.

Later that night, Tony, Ziva, Kate, Abby, and Jethro have all arrived back to the Gibbs household.

The seven of them sat around the table, eating dinner. They were all talking about their days.

After dinner, Tony walked Ziva out to her car. "I'll pick you up at 7."

"Alright."

Tony kissed her, and placed his hands on her hips. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

He opened her car door, and she got in. "See you tomorrow, Z."

"See you."

Tony shut the door, and stood back a few steps.