Okay, so hot on the heels of my first chapter. I really wanted to get a couple up, and then see where the reviews and feedback leads me.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS. If I did, either Tony and Ziva would be together, or Kate wouldn't be dead. Either scenario works for me.


"Tony, I can walk you know." Ziva DiNozzo made her thoughts on this ridiculous charade of wheeling her out of the hospital in a wheelchair know to her husband. "They have already made me stay here for a week, and now they are denying me the liberty of walking out of here on my own two feet." Tony continued to push the wheelchair, despite his wife's protest.

As they finally found their way out to the hospital, both agents stopped, staring at the Mazda sitting in front of them, Abby bouncing up and down on her heels, McGee leaning against the bonnet. "Uh guys, where is my car?" Tony queried, trying to figure out how many Caf!Pows Abby had consumed already. "Tony, Ziva, as a present from all of NCIS, even Callan and Hetty, We got you this. You guys are a family now, and I don't think that being in a '66 Mustang with Ziva driving is good for Avigail."
"Thanks McDriver, but where's my 'Stang?" Tony queried, a little worried as to what had happened to his precious car. "Tony, your mustang is in the garage at your house. It's a double garage, remember?" McGee reminded him, "and anyway Tony, I think Ziva likes this new car."

"Yes McGee, I do like this one. Tony, you can miss your mustang as much as you want when we are Home. Please. I am tired, and would like to put Avigail down in her own bassinette." Ziva cradled her precious bundle to her chest, and slowly levered her way out of the wheelchair and towards the back of their new car. Tucking her into the baby seat in the back, Ziva gently arranged the soft yellow blanket over her sleeping baby. After she finished the frustrating buckling system for the baby seat, she made her way to the bonnet, where Tim and Abby were still talking with Tony. "Tony Tony Tony! I think Ziva wants to go home. Can we come?" Abby excitedly remarked, "Actually, from the look on Ziva's face, we should go home Timmy. We have our own baby to play with. Maybe even another one to make…" Abby fluttered her eyes at McGee, making him blush, while receiving a loud "Gross!" from Tony. As the two couples made their way to their own cars, and out of the parking lot, Ziva began to think about how special her life had become.


The nursery was painted in soft shades of yellow, with pink and white flowers stenciled spreading over one corner. A hand-carved elm bassinet sat underneath the painting, the Hebrew symbols for Princess carved into the top, next to a hand-carved rocking chair. A small painted bookshelf sat already covered in books, even the Thom E. Gemcity novels had a place at the top of the shelf, signed by McGee. A small wooden toy box sat next to the bookshelf, already filled to the brim with toys, while a miniature Bert (Abbys farting Hippo) sat on top of the toy box, with a Star of David necklace around his neck, instead of a studded collar. Against one of the walls was the usual change table and huge boxes of nappies stacked into a corner.

Ziva followed tony into the room, trying to figure out why she was there, since tony was carrying the baby seat and her hospital bag. "Zi, go climb into bed, I'll put Avi down in here, then come cuddle you." Tony gently ordered, wary to the strong hormones that had meant many nights on the couch during her pregnancy.

He was still unsure of whether this would affect their relationship now, along with the probable lack of sleep that comes with a new baby. He didn't want to upset her, but he also wanted her to get as much sleep as possible before he had to go back to work. He was still working on Gibb's team at NCIS, along with McGee and a new probie that was soon to replace Ziva until she was ready to come back. To be honest though, Tony didn't want Ziva to come back to MCRT, not because he didn't like working with her, but that he was scared of his daughter growing up having lost both parents to the line of duty. He would never be able to deal with the guilt of leaving his child without a mother.

As he hesitantly cradled his newborn baby to his chest, the infant started to whimper, tears forming at the corner of her eyes. In an attempt to calm her, he began to talk to her in clear, but halted Italian, the soft words sending Avigail to a deep sleep. "Si prega di non piangere bambina. Il vostro papà è qui, e io non ti abbandonerò mai. PROMETTO che mi lascerà mai."*(means- Please do not cry baby girl. Your daddy is here, and I will never leave you. I promise that I will never leave.)