A/N: Found this on my computer, meant to post awhile ago. Gonna be a short one maybe three, four chapters.
"Uncle Tim, this is bullshit." The four year old said as he dropped his head to his mother's desk.
"Don't make me slap you like I do your father." Gibbs warned as entered the squad room, coffee in hand.
"Sorry." The young boy mumbled into the desk.
"What are you doing here, Sam?" Abby asked as she stepped off the elevator and entered the squad room.
"Nothing." He said, his forehead still planted on the desk.
"But it's Christmas Eve." Abby protested as she watched the blonde boy. "Where's Ziva?"
"She and Agent Waite went back to the scene." Gibbs said as he looked up at Abby from his desk.
"Gibbs." Abby scolded. "It's Christmas Eve, Tony's gone and you're making Ziva, who's pregnant, work while poor Sam sits here?"
"They'll be back soon, Abby, it's only noon." Gibbs said as he sipped his coffee and left the room again.
"So Sam, did you get to talk to your dad today?" Abby asked as she leaned against McGee's desk and watched the boy.
"No." Sam said as he picked his head off the desk and looked at Abby and McGee.
"Are you going to?" Abby asked remembering Ziva telling her that the Director had cleared them to talk to Tony via MTAC.
"No." Sam said again and looked at the paper that lay on the desk in front of him and picked up a crayon and started coloring.
"Why?" Abby asked sadly as she glanced back at McGee who was equally curious.
"I dun wanna." He explained as he heard the elevator ding and he immediately looked over to see if it was his mom. "Mommy." He smiled as Ziva turned the corner and scooped him up out of the chair.
"Hello, love." She smiled and looked over to Abby and McGee who were looking at them curiously. "What?"
"He was saying he doesn't want to talk to Tony." McGee said and Ziva's face fell.
"Hello Samuel, I didn't know you were here." Ducky said as he entered the squad room with a smile.
"Hi Ducky." Sam said with dark sparkling eyes.
"I have a present for you down in my office." Ducky smiled as Ziva set her son on the ground.
"Can I go?" Sam asked looking up his mother.
"Of course." Ziva smiled as she ran her hand through her son's soft blond hair.
"Okay then." Ducky smiled as he led the boy off to the elevators.
"What's going on Ziva?" Abby asked concerned as Ziva sat at her desk.
"I do not know, Abby." Ziva said sadly as she rested her hand on her still flat stomach. "He has developed this anger towards Tony, and I have no idea where it has come from. He won't listen to the tape Tony recorded of his favorite books."
"Tony's been gone for three months and at Sam's age they don't really understand the concept of time." McGee offered as he stood from his desk and took the spot next to Abby, now resting against Tony's desk.
"He is feeling abandoned." Ziva nodded as she glanced at the picture of Sam wrapped up in Tony's arms on her desk.
"Or he may feel it's his fault Tony's gone, too." Abby said looking over at McGee who nodded.
"Yes, I read that on a website, but it was about parents who are deployed." Ziva sighed and ran her hand on her face. "And he will not talk about it."
"Go figure." McGee laughed and Abby jabbed him with her elbow. "Ouch."
"Does Tony know?" Abby asked.
"Yes, he had gone to Sam's school before he left and told the teacher to keep him updated via mail and all." Ziva said knowing the pair already knew this. "She had informed him that Sam refused to make him a Christmas present like the rest of the class was doing for their parents."
"Oh God." Abby said gasped. "Why would she tell him that?"
"I am not sure." Ziva said shaking her head obviously getting emotional.
"How did DiNozzo take it?" Gibbs asked as he once again suddenly appeared.
"Not well." Ziva said softly as she looked at Gibbs and found his usually steely blue eyes soft and resting on the picture of Tony with Sam. "Sam's teacher told me that she told Tony, Tony never mentioned it."
"Poor Tony." Abby sighed as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I hate Vance."
"Abby." Gibbs warned.
"No! This isn't fair. The only reason he sent Tony back on to that ship was because he loves his wife more than his job." Abby ranted and McGee touched her arm trying to calm her but Abby swatted it away. "Robins shot Ziva then ran! And because Tony stopped to help Ziva instead of chase that moron he was sent away from his wife and son for six months, and he's going to miss most of Ziva's pregnancy? Is that fair?"
"In my defense, Agent DiNozzo impregnated Agent David after he got his orders." Vance said on the stairs behind Abby. Her eyes bugged out as she slowly turned to look at Vance.
"Director Vance." Abby greeted as she swallowed nervously. "Please don't send me afloat."
"Agent David, MTAC is ready for you." Vance said as he turned back up the stairs and to his office.
"I'll ask Sam if he wants to see him." Ziva said as she headed towards the elevators but Ducky, Palmer, and Sam stepped out.
"Hi Mommy." Sam smiled, his father's smile.
"Hi baby." Ziva smiled as she glanced at Ducky and Palmer and they took the hint and left.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked as he watched Ducky and Palmer walk away towards the squad room.
"Samuel, are you sure you do not want to talk Daddy?" Ziva asked as she kneeled in front him and placed her hand on his cheek, keeping his sad eyes on hers.
"I don't like it." Sam said softly as he bit his lip nervously.
"You do not like seeing him?" Ziva asked shocked. Instead of responding Sam just gazed at her. "You don't like not seeing him." Ziva stated and Sam nodded. "He'll be back soon." Ziva said as Sam stepped towards her and wrapped his arms around her neck.
"How many Spongebobs?" Sam asked against his mother's neck.
"A lot." Ziva said as she stood with her son. "So do you want to say Merry Christmas to him?"
"Okay." Sam agreed as Ziva set him on the ground. "Are you going to tell him about the baby, Mommy?" he asked as he took his mother's hand and they walked up the stairs.
"No, I am going to wait until he comes home, love." Ziva smiled as they walked into MTAC and sat at the screen, each wearing their own headsets.
"Ready?" a tech asked as Sam settled on Ziva's lap.
"Yes." Ziva smiled brightly, excited to see her husband for the first time in a month.
"Ziva! Sammy!" Tony said excitedly with a broad smile. "Hi."
"Shalom Tony." Ziva smiled as she glanced down at Sam who had stuck his thumb in his mouth, a comforting mechanism he used when he was feeling shy or stressed. She watched Tony's eyes move to Sam, immediately noticing the thumb.
"Hi Dad." Sam mumbled around his thumb as he leaned back against his mother's chest and Ziva wrapped her arms around him. She kissed his hair as her eyes locked with Tony's, silently apologizing.
"How've you been, buddy?" Tony asked his smile now gone.
"Good." Sam said his eyes resting on Tony for a second before looking past him at the people walking around behind Tony.
"That's good." Tony said as he looked to Ziva for help.
"How about you show Daddy how you can count to twenty?" Ziva offered and Tony waited expectantly.
"No." Sam said shaking his head slightly.
Samuel Jethro DiNozzo was a fairly advanced child. English was his first language and the only one he spoke fluently but Ziva was teaching Hebrew and Spanish while Tony tried to teach him Italian but the pair usually got side tracked. His hair was blonde and got blonder under the summer sun, it would soon turn darker and end up the same shade as his fathers. His eyes were a dark brown, identical to his mothers, they often sparkled with the same mischief his fathers did. Sam had always been a perfect mix of his parents until recently. As he grew his strong jaw line because more prominent and his stature was much like Tony's, an athlete build.
"Okay, some other time." Tony said trying to hide his pain. "Are you excited for Christmas?"
"No." Sam replied as his eyes dropped to his lap. "You?"
"No." Tony said equally as miserable. "What about you Zee-vah?"
"I was excited for Hanukah." Ziva smiled as Tony smirked. "But I am excited for Sam. I am excited for you to come home, Tony."
"You better be." Tony joked as a man started to speak from behind him. "Yeah, okay."
"You have to go?" Ziva asked as she dropped her chin to rest on top of Sam's hair.
"Another minute or two." Tony sighed. "Three more months."
"Three more months." Ziva repeated with a slight smile. "We are going to watch Jingle All The Way tonight, right Sam?"
"Uh huh." Sam smiled. "It's turbo time." He giggled.
"Good movie." Tony smiled as someone came up behind him again. "Okay. I gotta go."
"Merry Christmas, Anthony." Ziva smiled as she hugged his son closer to her.
"Merry Christmas, Ziva." He smiled and dropped his gaze to his son. "Merry Christmas, Samuel."
"Merry Christmas, Daddy." Sam said as he removed his thumb from his mouth.
"Miss you guys." Tony said as the feed was cut and the screen went black.
"Come on, lets see if we can go home." Ziva said as they left MTAC.