Author's Note: The story's foundation has been laid.

This will be split into two parts. The 1st will have our heroes dealing with Tony's family and then I'll tackle Ziva's. I have to do a little research on Baltimore and Tel Ariv (I hope that's what part of Israel, she's from. Jeez. I have to watch the show more) for accuracy so this is a filler chapter. Asking permission, packing, bickering over who gets to drive, plus a little TIVA surprise. Can anyone guess what it is...?

Yeah. I went there.

Anyway, on with the show.

Disclaimer: NOT MINE. WELL, THE OCS ARE, BUT THE WHOLE NCIS ECOSYSTEM IS NOT MINE.

"Director, Agent DiNozzo and Officer David are here to see you."

"Send them in, Cynthia."

Jenny Shepherd watched as the NCIS golden couple came in and a soft smile curved her lips. Love had done them good. Tony was a lot tamer and even was helping with a translator program for new Israeli recruits. And Ziva?
She was glowing. Her sense of humor had improved ten fold along with her femininity.
Jenny admired her fashion style of practicality and girly.

Today, she had on a kimono like blue dress with plum leggings, along with dark red running shoes. She made a note to ask where she got the dress.

The smile became tempered with sadness as Tony pulled a chair out for her and Ziva kissed his knuckles. Memories of doing that with Gibbs ran through her head.
Watching them was like watching her past come to life.

She hoped to high heaven that they'd stay together. That they wouldn't end up like she and Gibbs. The last thing she wanted was for Ziva to become like her, a sad, lonely, slightly embittered woman due to heartbreak, with only her career and occasional fling to show for her years.

"How may I help you two?" she asked them.

After a quick glance between them, Tony began to lay it out for her.

"Well, my sister contacted me and there's this thing in Baltimore. Kind of like a family reunion on steroids."

"Didn't your father disown you?" she asked quizzically.

"He did. My brother and sister have overruled him. She demanded that I show up or they'll come down here."

"With his apparently horrifying baby pictures." Ziva added with a smirk.

Jenny couldn't help but laugh.

"It's not funny! Those pictures are really bad!"

"Tony, I've seen you at your worst and by your worst, I mean more than halfway to dead! Some pictures are not going make me go run off screaming into the night!" Ziva snapped.

"I still don't want you to see them!"

"So, you're asking me for time off.", Jenny said bluntly, knowing it would bring them out of their bickering.

"Yes.", they confirmed.

"You do realize that convincing Jethro of this is going to be like reasoning with a bear, right? I mean, ever since his Rule #12 went the way of the dinosaur, he's been a little..."

"...difficult. We know. He almost knocked Tony out a couple of days ago."

"Yeah. Why, again?" he asked, unconsciously rubbing the back of his head.

"I believe that it was something about paperwork and changing your shirt at your desk, again. Which I didn't mind." Ziva replied with an impish smile.

Tony smiled at her and Jenny suddenly felt like an intruder.

She needed to get them out before they jumped each other.

"Okay, you can go. Both of you. Leave Gibbs to me."

After they left, she downed a cup of coffee.

If she was going to go to war, she needed energy.

Picking up her phone, she called Cynthia.

"Have Gibbs come up here. DiNozzo and David are taking some time off."

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"Wow. So, you're taking her home?"

"Provided that the boss man's convinced by Jenny. They still haven't come out."

"Great. Maybe they'll hook up again and put everybody out of their misery."

Tony sighed deeply and Ziva shook her head negatively.

"It's going to take something really big to get them back together, Abby." she said bluntly.

"Yeah, like near death experience big." McGee added as he kissed the now resigned looking Goth's neck.

The push and pull between Jenny and Gibbs was a favorite topic of discussion between the two couples, not to mention everyone else at NCIS. All of them wanted them to pull their heads out of their asses and just be together.

Even after all the years, it was obvious that they still loved each other.

Right now, they were sitting on gurneys near the morgue, graciously provided by Ducky.

"I heard about the battle upstairs. You all are welcome to spend a little time down here. At least until it gets too quiet. Then, one of you might have to bring the remains of the loser down here. One time I had to carry Jethro on my back to a hospital. He's much heavier than he looks, you know."

Ziva would not be surprised if it went that far.

Gibbs had looked spitting mad as he stormed through the bullpen.

The door didn't even close behind him fully before the yelling started.

It wasn't the relationship he was angry about.

It was the going over his head part that did him in.

Still, she didn't regret pissing him off if it meant she'd get to go with Tony.

After all, his family would eventually be her family.

It's best to make a good impression now while you're dating., her heart praised her.

Ziva smiled slightly before the voice continued, only not to her.

Besides, at least they'd be coming to them. Can you imagine what would happen if they showed up unannounced?

Knowing her luck, they'd probably show up mid orgasm.

Great. Instead of arguing, her brain and heart teamed up to snark in her head.

Ziva missed the arguing.

She groaned softly and Tony looked knowingly at her.

"Brain and heart voices annoying you?" He asked plainly.

She nodded, not surprised at his insight, but curious as to how he knew.

"How did you know?"

"It happens to me, too."

She absorbed that and then snorted.

"We're both insane."

"Yeah."

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"Jeez! What'd you put in here, Zee-Vah?!"

"You told me to pack for a week and I did, To-nay!"

Apparently, that meant everything in her friggin' closet.

She only had one deceptively small bag, which he had immediately volunteered to carry out as she locked up. At least, he attempted to.
The damned thing was heavier than one of his dumbbells.

"Tony, why aren't you... Oh."

She closed the bedroom door, coming out in a deep green tank top and black shorts.

Her hair was up in two curly pigtails ala Abby.

Her silver flip flop clad feet slapped on the floor as she came to him.

Gently pushing him aside, she hefted the bag easily, putting it on her back like a backpack.

"You've got to be kidding me! How the hell did you lift that so easily?"

"Practice. I've had this bag for years. It's very strong and very bullet proof.

Now, come on. We've got a lot of road ahead us."

Even annoyed, he couldn't help but smile at her.

She really wanted to do this.

That reminded him...

"I'm driving up there. You can drive back."

"You're just afraid that I'll run into one of your sister's garbage cans, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, fine. You can drive but I'm picking the music."

He could live with that.

Ziva was into old school rock and was a metal head.

That was good driving music.

As she turned, she tripped on her feet.

Immediately, he caught her and was surprised when she gripped the counter for support.

"Ziva?"

"Give me a minute. I'm a little lightheaded."

That started up his hunches, his version of Gibbs' gut.

Now, that he thought about it, Ziva had been a little off lately.

A couple of days before, he had heard her throwing up in the bathroom.

Then, she had eaten a whole jar of chunky peanut butter as they watched a documentary on lions in the Serengeti.

"You okay?"

Yes. Why?"

"You just ate an entire jar of chunky peanut butter, which you hate."


"I'm fine. As for the peanut butter, I guess I was just craving it."

And was it his imagination or was she kind of curvier?

Cravings...throwing up... gaining weight in all the right places...light-headedness...oh dear god! His brain realized.

His heart wasn't in much better shape.

Oh, my god! Ziva might be pregnant! She might be carrying our baby!

"What? What is it? You have that look on your face."

"What look?"

"Your "I've figured something out "look. Now, spill!"

"Promise you won't like slap me or something?"

"Anthony!"

She only called him that when she was thoroughly aggravated with him.

"I think you might be pregnant!" He blurted.

She looked at him with shock before dropping her bag and jogging back to her bedroom.

He heard her rummaging through something and he watched her come out, thumbing through a red calendar book.

"What's the date?"

"July 15th."

"Oh, dear god."

He chuckled at the breathy statement.

They really did think alike.

She slid down to the floor shaking and he knelt down in front of her.

One of his hands found her still flat stomach and she looked down.

"Hey. Look at me.", he urged gently, tears pooling in his eyes.

"I don't want to." she whimpered.

The sweet memory of when he first told her he loved her came to mind.

"Come on, Zee-Vah. Look at me."

With a shuddering sigh, she looked at him with terrified sepia eyes.

"Now, you listen to me. You stay here and I'm going to go get you one of those pee on a stick things just to be sure. Ziva, it's going to be okay. Hell, it's going to be better than okay. We're going to have a baby. A little you and me running around here."

She nodded and then looked lost.

"I don't know the first thing about being a parent."

"I don't either but I'm willing to learn."

She looked at him blandly but then a beautiful smile lit up her face.

"We're going to have a baby."

Cupping her face, he gave her a deep loving kiss.