"Azzy," Ziva called from the window, "Azzy it's time to come in."

Ziva dropped down onto the settee, swinging her legs over Tony's. He laughed gently as he began to rub her feet. They were watching one of the James Bond movies. She wasn't paying much attention but she was enjoying just sitting there. She turned her attention to the door as their daughter came in. Azaleigha was nine years old; her wavy ebony hair reached her hips. She had her father's eyes but she was her mother's daughter.

"Tataleh get changed and brush your teeth. I'll be up in fifteen minutes," She called.

Azaleigha nodded, yawning as she pulled herself up the stairs. She entered her large room and took her purple pj's out from under her pillow. Removing the knife from her back pocket she slipped it down the back of her build-a-bear's t-shirt and changed. Rule #9 always carry a knife. After brushing her teeth she lay down in bed, brushing her fringe out from her aurora green eyes. Ziva came in minutes later.

"Hi Tataleh," She smiled, sitting down beside her, "Do you want a story my love?"

She nodded her head, sleep already taking over. Ziva fetched the novel nested on top of the bookshelf. The chronicles of Narnia: The lion, the witch and the wardrobe. Azaleigha had read it a hundred times over but it was her favourite. She had watched it with her father ever since she was three years old.

Ziva had read little more than a chapter before she realised Azaleigha was fast asleep. She smiled, kissing her forehead and stroking her cheek.

"Laila tataleh," She whispered (Night tataleh)

It wasn't long before she found herself in bed, Tony to the right of her. She was reading the last few pages of her book Priestess of the white, while Tony was trying to entertain himself with the TV. He flicked through channels for several minutes before settling on Friends. Ziva had initially rejected the idea of a TV in the bedroom but their compromise resulted in her getting the spare room as a library.

"Ziva, Ziva," Tony whispered excitedly. When she looked up he continued. "This is the very first episode."

"So?" She yawned, placing the book on the bedside table.

"What do you mean so?" He asked.

"Tony, we have been married for almost twelve years now," She stated, "If you have still not managed to convince me of the significance of these television shows then what makes you think you can now?"

"You gotta love my perseverance," He sighed, turning off the TV.

She snorted, gazing into his eyes. Marrying Tony was the best decision she had ever made and having Azaleigha was the best thing they had ever done. Granted their twelve years of marriage had not gone off completely without a hitch. In the first year she had stayed at Gibbs's house more times than she had in her whole life. It was only when they found out the Ziva was pregnant did they finally calm down. They both learned not to be quite so hot headed. Parenthood had brought out the best in both of them. They switched off the light as Tony wrapped his arms around her waist. She gently succumbed into his warmth as a blissful sleep overtook her.

Azaleigha was the first to get up in the morning. It was Saturday. She smiled. It was the first day off school. It was now the summer break. She sleepily stumbled over to her wooden wardrobe made by Grandpa Gibbs, pulling out her stripy black and white t-shirt, her black short dungarees and her black tights. She yawned as she pulled on each item of clothing, eyes glued shut. If it was a school day she was like daddy in the morning but if it was a weekend or a school break she was like Mama; up at dawn. If she had her hair in something fancy like a French pleat her mother did it but this morning all she felt up for was auntie Abby's bunches. As she heard her father's mobile ring she was pulled out of her reverie. She checked the name before answering the blackberry.

"Grandpa Gibbs," She sang in delight.

"Hi trouble," He replied in a gruff voice, "Is Mama or daddy up?"

"Um…let me check,"

She dropped the phone carefully down on her bed as she sneaked through into her parents' bedroom. Tony and Ziva were wrapped together in a tight hug on Ziva's side of the bed. She ran back through to her room. It only took her a moment to realise she had lost the phone.

"Grandpa Gibbs," She shouted, "Grandpa Gibbs I lost you."

Gibbs sighed. This was a common occurrence when talking to Azaleigha. He shouted back along the phone so she could find it.

"I heard you," Azaleigha laughed, pulling the phone up to her ear.

"I heard you too," Ziva moaned from the doorway. "Tataleh it is far too early for you to be up. Who are you talking too?"

"Uh oh," She whispered. It was never a good idea to wake Mama up, "Um Grandpa Gibbs called."

She eyed her her most evil glare as the child sulked out of the room, handing her mother the phone as she left.

"Gibbs," She yawned,

"There's been a murder down at the beach." He barked, "You and Tony better get your asses down here."

He hung up the phone, a smile reaching his lips. It was always fun calling that household. Ziva woke Tony with a loud shout into his right ear. He grunted in annoyance but when he heard of the problem he immediately sobered up. Azaleigha knew the drill by now. When her parents had to get to work she put on her boots and jacket and watched TV until it was time to leave. It was always a rushed morning when Gibbs called like that.

They were rushed into the car, a mild argument about who would drive, as always Ziva won. Azaleigha giggled in the back seat as she opened up her book and began to read. Tony just sighed as he dropped onto the seat in the front. It was going to be a long drive to the crime scene and they were probably all going to die on the way. He stared out the window, ignoring Ziva's smirks she sent him. Azaleigha had only been dragged to a crime scene once before. She was four and Tim and Abby's little girl had come along too. Lilly and Azaleigha snuck out of the car to have a wander. They just happened to fall down a hole and discover the dog tag of the murderer. Initially they had been given into trouble. Lilly shared the blame but they all knew it was Azaleigha's idea. Ever since she could walk she had gotton herself and her cousin into trouble.

As they pulled up into the crime scene Ziva turned to her daughter who looked at her with large, pleading eyes. She had spotted Lilly in the opposite car.

"Please Mama," She pleaded, "I promise we'll stay in the car."

Ziva sighed, nodding slightly as she led her out of their car by the hand and into McGee's. With a quick 'stay' she rushed over to Gibbs. Usually he was a stone cold warrior but with his grandchildren he couldn't help but be a little looser. He couldn't love them more if they were Kelly's children.

"McGee will catch you up," Gibbs told them, "Ziva take photos, Tony bag 'n tag."

Ziva and Tony both stalked up to McGee who was reviewing the witness statements. He just looked at them before informing them about the victim. A female petty officer had been raped and murdered, dumped by the beach and left to rot. The woman was beautiful. She had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She had an hour glass figure. She would not have had trouble attracting men. She was missing her ring finger; her wedding ring lay in the mud beside the missing finger. Ziva gestured it to Tony.

They had returned to NCIS headquarters. The dead woman was called Jennifer Tennant. She had had a spotless record, married with two kids. The oldest was eleven, the youngest six. Ziva couldn't help but feel sorry for the kids. Tony and Gibbs had gone out to interview the husband. In all honesty she had little to do which made for her daughter to be a perfect distraction. She bobbed up to her mother, leaping on her lap and looking up to her. The girls perfect bunches had fallen and were completely. Ziva laughed, pulling out the hair ties and weaving in two French pleats. She laughed as Lilly ran up to her.

"Mummy's looking for you," She told her, pulling at her sleeve, "Come on Azzy,"

The girl laughed, racing after her friend. She looked up. Nobody was here. Even McGee was gone. She took it as a good sign, slipping the pregnancy test into her pocket and making her way to the restrooms. Locking the door she slipped into a stall. As she waited for the pregnancy test to tell her what she needed to know. Now she had missed two periods. She had put it down to stress until she dropped her eyes on the test in the store. Glancing down at her watch she realised the two minutes were up. She glanced down at the test. Ziva wasn't sure if it was exactly what she wanted or not.

Tony and Gibbs returned to the bullpen. Ziva was missing but they had caught their suspect. It was a fairly simple case. A jealous ex-fiancé had murdered the woman who had chosen her high school boyfriend over him. He had been in Britain for the last thirteen years. It seemed the death of his brother and nephew had put him over the edge. It had been an easy case.

McGee and Tony were busy filling out paperwork when Ziva returned. She was slightly distracted but otherwise seemed normal. Spotting the paperwork on her desk she immediately sat down to begin. It would put the pregnancy test out of her mind. Only a little bit later Azaleigha came up to her mother, resting her head on the desk.

"Mama," She yawned, "I'm tired and it's eighteen hundred hours. Can we go home now?"

Ziva smiled, looking up to Tony. He graciously replied with, "I'll do your paperwork."

She turned to Gibbs who nodded his approval. She smiled gratefully, pulling on her thin coat and taking Azaleigha's dainty hand in her own. When she sat in the car she pondered how Tony would get home. It wasn't too far a walk and she was sure McGee and Abby would drive him back. Without another thought she began driving home. She was tired and still distracted, both aiding her worse-than-usual driving. Azaleigha rested her head on the window in the front seat, music flooding into her ears. Ziva listened carefully, picking out the lyrics from Taylor Swift. Her daughter listened to everything from country to heavy metal.

It was late when Tony got in. He crept into the house, careful not to wake anyone. McGee had given him a ride home. All the lights were out and he couldn't see any on up the stairs. To ensure he would not wake anyone he took out one of his t-shirts from the laundry basket in the cupboard under the stairs and got changed before coming up to bed. There he found Ziva with her arms wrapped around their little girl, the duvet pulled right up to their necks. They both looked so peaceful, so fragile. It was only there he quite realised they both wore the same expression while they slept. Smiling, he slipped into his side of the bed, kissing his wife and daughter. Ziva grunted slightly at his touch. One time when they were just married he had kissed her while she slept and he ended up on the floor. Fortunately years of marriage had calmed her reflexes while she slept. Still he was sure if there was any trouble she would be awake within seconds.

Days of laborious deskwork followed after that case. Vance was perfectly happy with the children playing in Abby's lab. She had little to no work to do as she was happy to supervise. Jimmy and Brena's son was there too along with McGee and Abby's little boy. They stayed out of everybody's way. After a week they had seemed to run out of paperwork. It seemed pointless to be in at all.

"Teacher, teacher I declare…" Azaleigha and Lilly chanted as they clapped their hands together.

Over in the corner Jack (Jimmy's son) and Phillip (McGee and Abby's son) were playing with little model cars. Everyone was getting a little bored. With a glance to the boys the girls came and sat beside them.

"I'm bored," Azaleigha moaned as she took a ball out of her bag and began bouncing it against the wall.

"Azzy," Lilly warned, "I don't think that's a good idea."

"What?" She asked just a few moments too late.

The ball flew across the room, knocking over one of Abby's computers, bouncing onto major maspec, hitting the floor and finally the large screen in the corner of the room. Azaleigha just watched as the destruction unfolded with large, pain filled eyes. Now she was in trouble.

"Uh-oh,"

Abby walked in just in time to see the end of the destruction. She glanced around the room at her prized computers. Without a second thought she rushed to major maspec. Azaleigha, knowing if that machine was even a little bit broken she was as good as dead. Even her mother wouldn't be able to save her. Abby spun round, anger filling her very being. Despite the fact she was furious Azaleigha knew the machine must have been fine. Quickly she shot the forensic scientist her father's award winning smile.

"Azaleigha Talia David-Dinozzo what the hell did you think you were doing?" She practically screamed.

The child slunk back a little, "I was just playing with my ball."

"Go up to the bullpen before you break anything else," At the sight of none of the children moving she added more forcefully, "NOW!"

Ziva, Tony and McGee caught sight of the children simultaneously as they entered the bullpen, looking very guilty. When they caught their parents' faces they all just looked away.

"What did you do?" Ziva asked warily to her daughter.

"We broke some things," She mumbled meeting Ziva's eyes.

"You mean you broke some things," Lilly interjected as she sat on McGee's desk.

"Major Maspec?" Ziva asked quickly.

Azaleigha shook her head as she sat on Tony's lap. Phillip and Jack sat around McGee's desk, continuing with their game with the little cars. As Tony began to tickle Azaleigha Ziva let out a long sigh. She had just broken expensive lap equipment and he didn't seem to car. She was tired of playing the good cop, bad cop routine because she was always the bad cop.

They were sent home early. Abby was still upset about Azaleigha hitting her 'babies' but nothing was broken. Tony had gone out with some old college friends and Azaleigha was sitting playing on the swings in the back garden. Ziva took this chance to make an appointment for a pregnancy scan. She didn't want to tell Tony unless she was absolutely sure.

"There," The doctor said, pointing to the picture on the screen, "Can you see it?"

Ziva nodded, tears threatening to fall. She had forgotten the feeling of pure happiness that came with seeing the first piece of proof of the little piece of life that was growing inside of her. In her eyes it was beautiful. It wasn't much more than just a blob but it was her baby.

"How far along am I?" She asked on the verge of tears.

"About twelve weeks," She told her smiling. "I'm happy to inform you that you are pregnant with twins."

Ziva quickly glanced at the doctor and then back to the screen. Right enough there was more to the picture than there had been with Azaleigha. She just began laughing and smiling. Her only regret was that Tony wasn't there to experience that incredible moment with her.

When she returned home she went straight to the shelf with all the photo albums. Sitting down she opened up the baby pink book. It was all the pictures from Azaleigha's first scan to her first birthday. She compared the picture of the twin's to her daughter's picture and began radiating with happiness. Tony loved Azaleigha to bits and she knew he would love the twins just as much. Just then Tony entered the room. It was Sunday and he had been dropping Azaleigha and Lilly off at a friend's house for a sleep over. He kissed his wife, momentarily glancing at the baby book.

"Tony there is something I have to tell you," She said trying to keep the idiotic smile off of her face. When he sat down she continued. "I am pregnant."

He seemed stunned for a moment. In that one moment all the doubts began to creep in. What if he didn't want them? What if he left her? God, she couldn't cope if he left her. She needed him more than she had ever needed anyone in her entire life.

"We're going to have a baby," He said plainly. Then it hit him. His face exploded into a huge smile before he screamed more enthusiastically, "We're going to have a baby."

Ziva shook her head, "We are not having a baby. We are having twins."

He began to pant in disbelieve as he lifted her into his arms and spun round and around. She laughed; locking him in a hug before handing him the little picture they had been given.

"Boy, girl, both?" He asked excitedly.

"I don't know, why, do you want to know? I could always ask I mean,"-she stopped her stammering as she was locked with a close, passionate kiss. They were having twins. Soon their family of three would be a family of five.