Disclaimer: I own nothing but the Dinozzo children.

Chapter 3

"Junior, is that anyway to greet your father?" Anthony Dinozzo, Sr. asked.

"Dad, I haven't heard from you in two years and even then it was just a phone call. What more did you expect?" Tony was on the verge of screaming, but he didn't want to startle his family. He took a deep breath and glanced over his shoulder. "Look, the kids are all in the kitchen. Just come in and stay here."

Senior walked across the threshold of his son's home and watched his tense body walk down the hall. Glancing at the pictures hanging on the wall he smiled. The Dinozzo genes had done it again, creating four beautiful children. The cluster of pictures showed a family that Senior didn't know. In the center was a large picture of Tony and Ziva on their wedding day. Tony was standing behind Ziva with his arms wrapped around her, their foreheads touching with eyes closed. The remaining pictures surrounding the wedding photo were of the kids. One of a boy with sandy colored hair, a soccer ball in hand and a big grin. There was another, this one in black and white, of Tony with a brand new baby laying on his bare chest. His eyes were closed and he was kissing the baby's forehead. Another showed Ziva with three boys, one sitting in her lap and her arm wrapped around him and two boys standing behind her with their arms around her neck.

"That's one of my favorite pictures of Ziva and the boys," Tony said as he watched his father stare at his family pictures.

"You really have made a nice life for yourself Junior. And I see the Dinozzo good looks have been passed down," Senior said with a smile at his son. "Mixed with the gorgeous Ziva you two have created a nice looking family."

"Would you like to meet them?" Tony asked even though he would probably regret it later.

"I would love to Junior."

Tony lead Senior to an open living and dining room and kitchen area. The kitchen was to the left and large with granite counters. Across from the kitchen was obviously the TV area. In the center was a large flat screen with built-in shelves surrounding it covered with dvd's, books and pictures. Next to the kitchen was a large dining table and across from that was a large rug scattered with toys. Senior spotted Ziva loading the dishwasher and a little girl, a perfect replica of her mother, sitting in a high chair nearby with Cheerios scattered on her tray. She had on pink polka dot footie pajamas that said "Daddy's Little Girl" across the front. A loud eruption from the living room drew Senior's attention to three little boys playing a video game.

"Hello Senior," Ziva said taking his hand and kissing his cheek.

"Ziva my dear. How are you?" he asked hugging her tight. "Introduce me to your gorgeous children."

"Of course," Ziva, still slightly skeptical about Senior's motives, pointed to the living room. "On the far left, with the spiderman pajamas, is our oldest Micah. He's six years old. In the middle, with the superman pajamas is Noah and next to him in the power rangers pajamas is his twin Aiden. They just turned four a few months ago."

"And this," Tony said as he picked the little girl up from the high chair. "is Tali. The little Dinozzo princess according to Abby."

Senior watched as his son kissed Tali's brown curls. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "It's very nice to meet you Princess Dinozzo."

The little girl looked at Senior and scrunched up her nose, obviously trying to figure out who this new man was. She turned her confused gaze to her father who raised his eyebrows and was obviously trying hard not to laugh.

"Well Dad you decided to come on an extremely busy day. It's Tali's birthday and we still have tons to do."

"Maybe I can help, Junior," Senior said as he glanced back at Ziva.

"That would be great," Ziva said. "You can help Tony take the boys upstairs to get them changed."

"Sure," Tony said as he handed the little girl off to Ziva. "Come on dad. Let me show you what having three toddlers is like."

The three boys reluctantly dropped the game controllers on the coffee table and preceded their father up the stairs. Micah turned into his bedroom as Tony followed the twins. Senior watched as Tony told the 6-year-old to brush his teeth and pick out some clothes.

"Alright guys! Let's get you presentable," Tony said and pulled out two pairs of shorts and two t-shirts. He lowered himself to the floor and asked, "Do you want to help dress one of them dad?"

Senior eased himself to the floor and took the pair of shorts and t-shirt that Tony held out to him. Noah stopped in front of Senior with his arms in the air. Senior stared at the boy, not quite sure what to do. Tony pulled Aiden's arms through the sleeves of the tractor shirt and held up his hands to receive a high-five from Aiden. He then placed a kiss on his cheek. Aiden put his arms around his father and they both watched as Senior struggled to dress Noah. Tony suppressed the laugh that wanted to come out, but Aiden couldn't keep it inside. He giggled which caught Senior's attention.

"Junior, you could help me instead of laughing at me," Senior said.

"Dad it's not that hard," Tony said as he reached for Noah and his clothes.

Tony had Noah ready in record time right as Micah came flying into the room dressed in shorts and a green camouflage shirt.

"I'm dressed Daddy!"

"Did you brush your teeth?" Tony asked giving his son the authoritative look he had perfected thanks to Ziva. Micah marched over and blew a breath into Tony's face. "Mmmmm minty fresh! Why don't you head downstairs and help mommy."

Micah raced out the door taking his brothers, both fully dressed, with him. Tony stood and glanced at his father. Now that they were alone again with no toddlers providing a barrier Tony didn't know what to do. He was still confused about his father's sudden appearance. Maybe the arrival of Leroy Jethro Gibbs would shake the truth loose.