I don't own NCIS or Snow White. I do own the kids, though.

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"Can I go now?"

"Ziver, what's the big rush? You normally aren't this… eager." Gibbs was finishing another round of paperwork. Ziva had gotten hers done about an hour previously.

"I'm taking the kids trip-or-treating tonight, and I want to make sure I have time to get them ready."

"Trick."

"What?" Ziva spun around in her chair to give Tony her rather characteristic confused look.

"It's trick-or-treating, Ziva."

She laughed. "Obviously you didn't see Tali trying to pick out a costume. She's going as Snow White, and she tried on this one dress that she kept insisting fit her, but she kept slipping and falling all over the store…"

They all chuckled at the thought. Then McGee chimed in.

"What are Rafi and Katie going as?"

"Katie's going as- get this- the apple. I had to recruit one of my neighbors to sew an apple for her to wear, because the stores didn't have anything she liked. Rafi's going as one of the dwarves."

"Which one? Dopey? Doc? Grumpy? Happy? Bashful? Sleazy?" Tony grinned.

"Now you're the one who's getting mixed up. It's Sleepy and Sneezy. And I'm not entirely sure which one… Is that bad? Maybe he's going as a motley of all seven."

Gibbs looked at the clock. "Time to go! And Ziva?"

"Yes?"

"It's medley."

"Ah."

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By the end of the night, Snow White had fallen asleep again, the only dwarves left were Sleepy, Bashful, and a cameo appearance by Grumpy, and the apple had wilted somewhat. Ziva had fortunately had the foresight to bring along a wagon, and pulled them all home.

Three semiconscious children and three bags of candy, and I have to haul it all back to my apartment. Ah, heck. It's worth it.

She smiled to herself. Motherhood was hard, but she wouldn't trade it for anything.

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