I woke up this morning missing Ziva (and Cote) more than usual. Ugh. If I didn't have this fic to work on I would have probably just curled in a ball and cried, so yeah.

As a result, here is Chapter 4! Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 4:

Gibbs' first stop upon arrival in Tel Aviv was Mossad headquarters. If anyone had information about the bombing, and his agent's whereabouts, it was them.

He didn't waste time dealing with all of their security measures, preferring to force his way past large guards while demanding entrance.

McGee and Bishop followed, holding out their badges and credentials and gliding past security apologetically. Luckily, Director Elbaz spotted them before one of the security guards could get out his taser and use it on Gibbs.

The team followed the Director up to her office, taking a seat and waiting impatiently for someone to tell them what the heck was going on.

"I am sure you are wondering where your Agent DiNozzo is, Special Agent Gibbs," she began, in a tone that infuriated Gibbs for absolutely no reason.

Gibbs squinted at her and responded, "Yeah, I've got more than a couple questions." His voice was rough, showing her that he wasn't here to mess around. He needed answers, and fast.

Orli returned Gibbs' stare silently before continuing. "No doubt, you have heard of the explosion at the David farmhouse," she said calmly. A statement, not a question. Gibbs, McGee, and Bishop all nodded. "Shortly after the blast, we learned that Agent DiNozzo was injured and rushed to the nearest hospital."

Bishop let out a gasp and McGee closed his eyes as his mind absorbed the information. Of course it would be just Tony's luck to go visit Ziva on the day her house was to be bombed. Those two always had the worst timing.

"He okay?" Gibbs asked, his true emotions hidden well under a mask of strength and calm.

Orli nodded, her lips pursed. "He will be. I can arrange for our officers to escort you to the hospital, if you would like."

Gibbs gave a short nod in the affirmative.

"Wonderful. I will summon your escorts now," she said, leaning toward her desk phone to call her agents.

McGee still had more questions. "Wha—do you know about—is… Ziva?" he stammered out, worried for his friend, even though she had disappeared from their lives a year ago.

Orli smiled. "I believe Miss David is with Tony now, Agent McGee." McGee let out a sigh of relief. If Ziva was with Tony, then they would be okay. They would all be okay. "She came by earlier asking many of the same questions you are," Orli continued. "She was shocked to hear that Tony was in the country. Were you all aware of his travels?"

"No." Gibbs answered curtly. His mind was racing. Ziva didn't know he was coming? What was DiNozzo up to?

McGee was just relieved that Ziva hadn't been home when the bomb had hit.

-.-.-

Not long after, the team was piled in a car with a Mossad Officer and on their way to Be'er Sheva, just over an hour-long drive from Tel Aviv.

The escort dropped them off at the entrance and handed Gibbs a business card, in case they needed a ride back at any time. The team thanked him and turned to the hospital, making their way in as quickly as they could without causing alarm.

After demanding to see Anthony DiNozzo, flashing their badges, and explaining that they were practically family, the woman at the front desk finally gave in and told them his room number, and soon the agents were off. It didn't matter that it was way past visiting hours. They needed to see their agent, now.

McGee and Bishop stepped in the elevator, expecting Gibbs to be behind him, but were confused when he was nowhere in sight. Both shrugged and pressed the button for the fourth floor. The elevator doors opened and they stepped out swiftly, glancing up and down the hall in search of room 437.

They wandered the halls for several minutes before Bishop got frustrated and plopped down to the ground, sitting against the wall. "We're lost, McGee," she said, with a hint of accusation in her voice.

"Sorry I can't read Hebrew, okay? Where do you think Gibbs went?"

Bishop shrugged and was about to retort when she saw a flash of silver hair turn a corner just down the hall, coffee in hand. She nudged McGee in the side and stood, hurrying down the hall in the direction she had seen him. "Why couldn't he…have just told us…he was going to get coffee…" she asked in exasperation as they sped down the long, narrow hall.

They finally rounded the corner to see Gibbs standing next to an open door, his face calculating and his eyebrow raised slightly.

"What's wrong boss?" Tim asked. A quick glance at the room number told him they were in the right place, so why wasn't he going in? Gibbs nodded his head toward the door, his feet planted firmly on the tile floor outside the room.

Tim stepped forward a little and peeked into the room, followed closely by Ellie.

What they saw caused them to gasp simultaneously.

There was Tony, sleeping on the hospital bed while covered with bandages and hooked up to countless machines. And there was Ziva, leaning her head comfortably on his shoulder. She seemed to be resting her eyes, not fully asleep, but she was peaceful nonetheless.

And perhaps the most jarring sight before them was the baby nuzzled in Ziva's arms, softly snoring in her contented slumber.

McGee's head snapped up to face Gibbs, his eyes asking so many questions all at once. His jaw was practically on the floor. Gibbs just shrugged.

"Wow," Bishop said quietly, breaking the silence. "So that's Ziva."

Gibbs let out a long sigh and shook his head, apparently having chosen to just confront the situation head on. He decidedly stepped forward into the room, careful not to wake its sleeping occupants.

McGee's phone rang. "Abby," he informed Bishop, a look of alarm on his face. With another glance into the hospital room, he answered the call, simply muttering "I'm gonna have to call you back, Abs," into the phone before placing it back into his pocket. With that, the two agents followed their boss into the room, taking in the sight before them in greater detail. It didn't make sense.

The baby stirred slightly, and Ziva's eyes fluttered open to check on her, immediately noticing that they were no longer the only people in the room. Her head lifted off Tony's shoulder. "Gibbs?" she said quietly, just a whisper.

All the tension that had surrounded the team in the previous minutes dissipated immediately. "Ziver," he said softly. This was almost too much. He had missed something, surely. The sight before him just didn't make sense from his point of view.

Ziva was starting to get anxious again. She looked down at her baby and then back at Gibbs, her eyes then wandering to McGee and Bishop. "I—I can explain," she stammered, her voice low and accented.

The baby's eyes opened just a little bit, and soon she began to whimper, turning her head toward Ziva's chest and grasping at her shirt impatiently. Ziva placed a blanket over herself and began to feed the baby, trying with all her might to avoid eye contact with the three American agents who seemed to be watching her. Well, two. McGee had turned away, a pink color rising on his cheeks as he realized what Ziva was doing.

"Gibbs—" Ziva began, her head still hanging low and eyes careful not to meet her former boss'.

"I think I get the picture," Gibbs interrupted, his true thoughts indiscernible behind his mask. His coffee was long forgotten by this point.

Just then, Tony's eyelids shifted, and he blinked his eyes open, turning immediately to place a kiss on Ziva's head.

"Morning, sweetcheeks," he said, oblivious to his other visitors. "Or—what time is it, actually? I can't tell, I'm pretty jetlagged."

Ziva gave no response. He would notice soon enough that they had an audience.

Gibbs cleared his throat, and Tony's eyes widened. "Sorry, Boss," he replied automatically. Ziva let out a chuckle. He seemed to be feeling a bit more like himself already. That, or the painkillers were working very well. She would have expected a slap on the head to follow, if not for the current circumstances.

Gibbs shook his head, allowing a smirk to cross his face. Tony would realize how strange this situation must look any moment now. It wasn't normal for him to be hospitalized, kissing his former coworker, and casually interacting with a baby, much less in front of the rest of his team. Maybe he still felt like he was in dreamland, where everything made sense.

You could almost see the moment Tony realized the position he was in. His eyes widened and his head moved back and forth from looking at Ziva and then to Gibbs. He seemed to be taking stock of the situation himself. Surely everything he had been through in the last day had taken a toll on him and his memory.

Once the initial shock wore off, Tony's eyes travelled down to the beautiful baby in Ziva's arms, who had returned to her peaceful sleep. A huge grin spread across his lips, and he leaned down to place a kiss on her cheek, his hand resting atop her little head and rubbing circles gently through her short hair. "Hi, Tali," he said happily, inadvertently ignoring the other occupants of the room. There were only two that truly captured his attention at the moment.

"Tali?" McGee spoke, breaking through Tony's thoughts.

Tony looked up at his coworker, whose face had paled significantly since entering the room, and then turned to face Ziva again. With a small smile, Ziva nodded at Tony, urging him on.

"Congrats, you're a McUncle!"

"WHAT?" Tim and Ellie shouted in unison, only to be shushed by Ziva. Gibbs shook his head and slapped McGee on the back of the head. How they hadn't put two and two together yet was beyond him.

"Tali is my daughter, Gibbs," Ziva spoke directly to him, stealing a glance at the injured man beside her. "Our daughter."

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I'm not sure if I'll post the next chapter today or tomorrow, but it is halfway written.

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Till next chapter!

~NCIS Obsession