Hello guys!
So, I've had these running around my head for a while, and I need a one-shot collection for NCIS.
God I love Tony DiNozzo. And I love Ziva. Which means love squared for Tiva.
And the kids they should have.
GET A SHIFT ON.
Just saying.
Anyway, there is no particular order. Don't expect these in chronological order, because I type as it comes. I'll always state children's ages at the start of the story to help you guys out, rather than just leave you out in the wilderness that is my happy little imagination.
Most of these will be Tiva centric, but I also have lots of happy love for McAbby, and Papa!Gibbs/Grandpa!Gibbs.
Did I mention I love NCIS? :3
Oh, and PS. Ahava means 'love' in Hebrew.
" Come on Zi, you're nearly there!"
" Do you think your incessant babbling is making this any easier?"
" Sorry, I'm trying to help!"
" You know what would help? Next time you suggest we have a baby, YOU do the pushing!"
Tony visibly paled from his perch at the side of his wife's bed, the hand gripping his giving an ever so slightly vicious squeeze.
" You know I would if I could..."
" Liar. You'd chicken out after the first-AH!"
" Very good, Mrs DiNozzo, one final push!"
" Mrs DiNozzo. It still sounds so good..."
" I swear to God, Tony..."
" I'm only joking! I-"
Whatever witty retort Tony had for his wife was cut off, first by Ziva, then by a second, loud wail from the squirming bundle in the doctor's arms. Tony froze, eyes locked on said doctor.
" Congratulations! It's a little boy."
Ziva gave a small smile, weary and sweat ridden, whilst Tony broke into a wide grin, as the doctor performed his checks and handed the now swathed baby to his mother. She cooed down at him, before gasping in horror. Tony's heart skipped several beats, instantly panicking.
" What's wrong with him? Ziva, what's happened? What is it?"
She looked up at him, her expression half way between weary and grim acceptance.
" He looks exactly like you.
Several rather nervous guests in the waiting room jumped a good foot off the ground as a loud whoop echoed from inside the delivery room, before a baby's wailing joined it. From behind his newspaper, Gibbs gave a soft sigh, eyes never leaving the page.
" Lock up your daughters, gentlemen."