"Mama! Mama!" The five year old girl ran about the house. As she did so she knocked over countless photographs and many stacks of DVD's. The olive skinned toddler stopped in front of her mother, "Mama? Daddy was chasing me." The pout became unbearable to watch as the now thirty four year old Ziva DiNozzo crouched down to face her daughter.
"Well we can not have that. Go say goodbye to your cousins, then we will leave for home. Okay?" The whole DiNozzo family had been at a reunion for two weeks. Nearing the end of the trip everyone had become annoyed with jobs they needed to return to. For Tony, Ziva, and Caitlin it meant going back to D.C and to NCIS. The family of three climbed into their car, Ziva stuck her head out and made the announcement she had forgotten to make. (A/N- Before you jump to conclusions, it's for the tension later in the story)
"I'm pregnant!" The whole family stared at her, smiling in shock, Tony too, shared the expression
Hours later, in the airplane, Kate had fallen asleep in Ziva's lap, and Tony saw again that calm, relaxed and loving look of peace.
"Ziva?" She turned to face him, "hmm?"
"Why didn't you tell me you're pregnant?" Tony took her hand in his and squeezed it. "I do not know, I believe I wanted it to be a surprise." Tony looked at her, chuckling to himself. "You know the gender already, don't you? Man, Gibbs is gonna flip."
"Tony, we are married and have a child! I do not think he would be mad." The two looked at Caitlin as she stirred in her sleep.
"I don't think he want's more than two." Ziva looked at Tony quizzically.
"But the baby plus Kate makes two grandchildren."
"Didn't Abby tell you?"
"Tell me what?" Ziva cocked her head to one side.
"Abby and McGee are pregnant. God, I would have thought they'd already told you!" Ziva looked away from Tony and out the window, in an attempt to conceal the hurt of Abby not telling her. A tear ran silently down her face. Ziva was no where near the Ziva from before Somalia anymore. She cried and was not physically able of lying to any of her, or Tony's, friends or family.
"Zi? You okay?"
"Uh, Yes." Ziva wiped away a salty tear, dripping down her cheek. "I was just thinking about what to name him."
"A boy?" Tony's eyes brightened up, and his smile curled way past his ears.
"Brendan."
"What?"
"Brendan, let's name him Brendan."
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"Katie, sweetheart, it's time to go to school." Tony gently shook his sleeping daughter.
"No!" Tony lifted caitlin out of the bed, the little five year old squirming in his arms, trying to stay asleep.
"Kate, you need to go to school." The female voice startled Tony. "I thought you weren't up yet." The child obeyed her mother and ran to her closet, picking out jeans and a purple t-shirt. "Ready, Daddy." Ziva left the two and went to go get changed, herself. "No you're not, silly goose!" He helped kate brush her hair, and oversaw the brushing of her teeth.
"Tony! If she does not come down here to eat breakfast we shall be late, again!"
Tony sighed as he walked downstairs with Caitlin in tow. "As you wish, mi-lady."
Ziva's eyes widened. "Oh, I know this one, it is... The Bride Princess!"
" The Princess Bride , Ziva."
"Lets go!"
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Upon walking into NCIS Ziva's memory annoyed her. "She didn't tell you?"
Abby stood at McGee's desk, hand on her stomach, fussing over McGee's latest work related injury. "Hey, Tony! Hey, Ziva!" Abby cheerfully greeted them. Tony muttered something about staying away from Ziva, but was stopped short by a glare from the ninja chick herself. McGee sensed the tension and excused himself, saying he needed to use the toilet.
"What's wrong, Ziva?"
"We're pregnant." She said flatly, not bothering to look up from her computer screen.
"Congrats, gu-"
"No, you are pregnant, and I am also."
"Oh. Well this just got awkward."
"Ziver, grab your gear. We have a case, abby tell ducky." Ziva opened and closed her mouth, almost in protest.
The two agents chatted comfortably in the van. They talked about Katie and her father. Ziva wanted to bring up her second pregnancy, but was unable, for the ride was too short.
"Oh my." Ducky exclaimed as he saw the dead man in the chair. "The poor lad was tortured."
A clatter sounded from the second floor of the warehouse they were in. "Ziver, go check it out, will you?"
Ziva darted upstairs, gun poised, ready to fire. She looked around the space, a few boxes. Ziva walked over to them, opening one box slowly. Nothing but dust was inside: a trap.
A masked assailant came out of the dark. "Hello, Sofie."
"Huh?" Ziva was confused, who was this man assuming she was?
"Sofie Ranier, correct?" Ziva's eyes widened as she realized who this person though she was.
"May I inquire who is asking of me?" Ziva played it cool, tucking her gun behind her back, and covering her badge.
"A 'friend' of your husband's." The man stepped forward, "How is your child?"
Ziva had almost forgotten the Ranier's had been pregnant at the time of their deaths.
"He is fine, almost eight [a/n: I guessed the age, so don't kill me if it's wrong.]. His name is Connor." Ziva tried to hide the identity of her real child, if they should find her: Ziva hoped they would think she is not hers.
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Gibbs watched as Ducky and Palmer rolled the gurney, carrying the dead marine, to the truck. He was beginning to worry about Ziva.
Ducky returned to Gibbs. "Jethro, is Ziva back yet?"
"Ah, no, Duck. She probably will be soon." The pair of friends began to leave the warehouse. Suddenly, they jumped. An eerie female scream echoed through the building.
"Ziver!"
