Marriage and motherhood had changed Ziva for the better. She enjoyed both and Terry and Collin brought something to her life that she didn't know was missing. She even enjoyed mundane tasks, such as laundry, which was what she was doing at the moment. How can one man have so many socks? Ziva thought, folding another pair and opening her husband's sock drawer.
It no longer shocked her to find handguns hidden and various places. After all, she'd done it herself a few times. But what she saw in Terry's sock drawer made her turn white. She slammed the drawer shut, went the night stand and picked up the phone.
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Terry and McGee were flying back from Gitmo after interrogating a suspect in a major drug trafficking case. Both men were dosing, following the old armed forces adage, sleep when you can. Terry phone vibrated and, without opening his eyes he reached into his jacket. "Whoever this is, it better be good."
"Oh, it is, dear husband. I have a question for you."
"Ok, babe, shoot." Terry said, sitting up.
"Why do you have live, high explosive 40mm rounds IN YOUR SOCK DRAWER?!"
Terry slowly put the phone down and looked out the window. "Uh, Captain, do you have any parachutes?"
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