Author's Notes: Here it is! The start of a collection of one shots based off of the Stake-Out! These will be completely random. You do not have to read the Stake-Out in order to follow along. But it is a plus.

I don't know how often the updates will be. I will try to make them as often as possible. But with my schedule, who knows how often that will truly be.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS. If I did, I would be rich. That is all.

Oneshot Number One: Hiram's First Rite

Tony wondered if this was such a good idea. He thought that he should be the one to teach Hiram to drive a car. After all, this was a rite of passage that fathers normally shared with their sons. He felt as though it was his duty to show Hiram how to drive.

It had nothing to do with the fact that Ziva was a crazy driver. Tony would be sure to tell anyone that. To be fair though, Ziva was not as crazy of a driver now. Having kids in the car had made her more careful.

"All buckled in?" questioned Ziva from the passenger seat up front. She turned to look at her son. "You cannot begin driving until everyone is safely buckled."

"Yes, mom," Hiram muttered, clutching the steering wheel. He looked at his dad and sister through the mirror. "All buckled?"

"Yes," replied Tony and Hiram's sister Gemma.

"Turn on the ignition," said Ziva to Hiram. "Put the car into reverse to back up. Then, put the car into drive"

Hiram obeyed. He slowly backed the car up, turning the wheel. Hiram was grinning widely. He was so happy. The grin faded from his face when they heard a loud thunk against the car.

"It's okay," said Tony, looking out the back window. "You only ran into the trash can. Pull up and try again."

"Smooth move, exlax," sneered Gemma, sticking her tongue out at Hiram.

"Gemma, that's enough," scolded Ziva. "Hiram doesn't need distractions when he is driving."

"Whatever," mumbled Gemma, putting her headphones on. She busied herself with finding a song on her Ipod.

Hiram choose to ignore his little sister's comment. Instead, he did as his father commanded. This time, Hiram backed smoothly out of the driveway, and onto the road. Hiram put the car into drive, and put on the brakes rather roughly. Gemma jerked violently in her seat.

"Hey," she shouted, glaring at a smirking Hiram.

"Hiram, that's not a good thing to do when you are driving," Tony said, frowning. "Do that again, and you can forget about having driving privileges."

Hiram groaned, but he didn't say anything. Being able to drive meant the world to him. He was not about to lose it because of his bratty sister. Hiram glanced over at his mother, who was watching him attentively.

"Where am I supposed to go?" he asked.

"Wherever you want to," said Ziva. Then, she added. "Just not on the highway. You are not ready for that yet."

"How about Ice Cream Emporium?" suggested Hiram, looking hopeful.

"That is fine," said Ziva, beaming at her son. "As long as you follow the rules of the road."

"Okay," said Hiram, big smile plastered upon his face.

It turned out that Hiram was a really good driver. He barely needed any instruction at all. He stopped when he was supposed to, obeyed the speed limit, and kept his eyes on the road. The only time that his eyes strayed from the road was when Hiram saw a pretty girl. The girl looked to be about his age and was jogging. Ziva took the wheel just in time to prevent Hiram from hitting another vehicle.

"Sorry mom," said Hiram, looking sheepish.

"Just be careful to keep your eyes on the road at all times," cautioned Ziva. She heaved a sigh. "I swear that you are so much like your father at times."

"Hey," shouted Tony, indignantly.

"Oh, you know it is true," responded Ziva, grinning.

Hiram ignored his parents' bickering and continued driving. The Ice Cream Emporium loomed ahead. When Hiram stated as much, Ziva and Tony's bickering was brought to an end.

"Make sure to put on your turn signal," stated Ziva. "You have to let the other cars know that you intend to turn here."

Hiram flipped on the turn signal. He slowed down the car. The car turned into the parking lot of the Ice Cream Emporium. Ziva spotted a parking spot right by the door.

"Park there."

"But it is so close to the other vehicles," exclaimed Hiram. "I'll never make it."

"Of course you will," said Tony. "There's plenty of room."

"We will talk you through it," said Ziva, in a calm voice. "Don't worry."

"Okay," said Hiram, trying to sound confident.

With his parents' help, Hiram was able to park flawlessly in between the two other cars. He put the car into park and shut off the ignition. Everyone unbuckled and got out of the car. Gemma placed her Ipod into her pocket. Tony and Ziva gave Hiram a big hug. Hiram flushed with embarrassment. He got away as soon as he could, his face as red as a tomato.

"We are so proud of you!" declared Ziva, beaming at her son.

"You did great!" Tony yelled, smiling.

Hiram grinned and puffed with pride. Gemma giggled at the sight.

"You look like a puffer fish," teased Gemma.

"Just wait until next year," jeered Hiram, glaring at his little sister. "It will be your turn."

"What, to look like a puffer fish," retorted Gemma. "I think not."

"Who wants ice cream?" asked Tony, breaking the tension. "Let's go inside."

Ziva smiled at her husband while rubbing her temples. She knew that she would need an aspirin. Sometimes, it was difficult to deal with the siblings. Especially on days like this where they fought like cats and dogs. On those days, Ziva had a constant migraine.

As Hiram and Gemma ordered their ice cream, Tony wrapped an arm around his wife. He pulled her close to him. Ziva smiled into Tony's shoulder. She took in his scent, a tantalizing sandalwood and bergamot mix. Her headache seemed to melt away. Being close to Tony had that effect on her.

"You are a great teacher, Missus DiNozzo," Tony whispered to her.

"I had a good student," replied Ziva, stealing a glance at Hiram.

Tony kissed the top of her forehead. He released Ziva then. The family sat down to eat their ice cream. All the while, Tony could not help but think about Hiram's first driving lesson, and the other rites of passage soon to follow. Tony was excited to experience them all with his son. And Gemma when the time came. As Tony devoured his ice cream, he thought that life could not be better than it was right now.

Well, that's the end of that one. Message me or leave a review and tell me what should be next!