A/N: This is the story of Tony and Ziva, and their life as a family. All these drabbles are interconnected, but do not necessarily go in order. It's like picking a random moment in life and trying to put it into words. That is what I am doing. So I hope you enjoy these moments as much as I do. xo Ashley

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS or it's characters. I only own the ideas of the two little DiNozzos, as I try to bring them to life with each chapter.

Up All Night

The soft, familiar caress of his voice meets her ears, stirring her from sleep, but as she reaches for him her hand only meets flat, quickly chilling sheets. His quiet consoling words are soon met with giggles. A contented smile falls across her face.

She swings her legs off the side of the bed and clicks the baby monitor off. Her body screams its reluctance to be up at such an early hour. One look at the clock confirms her fear. 3am. They had been doing so well.

Tip-toeing down the hallway, she enters the first room. Bending down she listens to the soft snores of her son. He looks so peaceful lost in his dreams, although his face is scruntched up in the cutest possible away. He's so much like his father that some days it drives her crazy, but in moments like this the similarities take her breath away.

Not wanting to conjole his sweet dreams, she sneaks back out the way she came in, leaving the door propped just in case. With a few short steps she stands in a new doorway taking in a picture perfect scene; father and daughter giggling for no apparent reason.

"We were doing so well, Tony. So help me if you woke her up just for fun," Ziva threatens, her voice playful.

Two heads whip around in the direction of the intruding voice. Another round of bubbly laughter bounces off the pale pink walls of the small room. Tony looks at his wife with puppy dog eyes, claiming innocence. "I promise, no foul play was involved. This little pumpkin was just hungry." He tickles his daughters belly, eliciting more giggles and has her dancing in his arms.

Ziva glares at Tony and points to the far wall where their two year old son is sleeping on the other side. "If you wake Aiden, we won't get any sleep tonight."

Tony nodds in complete understanding. They were in the process of getting CJ to sleep through the night, but AJ was a terror when he woke. Once the little devil, as McGee had nicknamed him just days after birth, they were up for the day. And 3am was just a tad too early for Tony's taste.

"Alright my little pumpkin," he whispers to the green-eyed, curly haired infant in his arms. "Mommy's right. No waking up your brother."

CJ stares up at Tony's face and just smiles, making no sound. It's almost as if she refuses to lose Daddy's attention to anyone, even her brother. Ziva appears at Tony's side and her attention quickly changes. Her green eyes light up and she reaches a tiny hand which is wrapped around Ziva's waiting finger in a heartbeat. Tony wraps his arm around Ziva's shoulders and pulls her closer.

"Caitlyn Jennifer DiNozzo, when are you going to let Mommy and Daddy sleep?" Ziva playfully pleads, yawning to add effect.

The little girl just looks up at her parents and smiles sweetly, not showing any signs of sleep. Tony chuckles and places a kiss to his wife's temple, "It doesn't last forever, sweetheart. We'll sleep someday."