Title: Hello, Apathy
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own.
A/N: :) Today is the first day of a new decade. A new time. Time to begin the amazing stuff that we will remember in ten years. I think this decade has been amazing. I mean, really. I think it really has. So much has happened. Oh god, I'm watching The Hangover, which is a great way to ring in the new year. 2010 here I come!
I hope you are all celebrating nicely!
It was three AM when Ziva finally realized she wasn't going to sleep. She got up, walking into the hall and looking either way. She wanted to go get something to drink, but something made her move towards her son's room. Walking in, she found him asleep in his bed that he had just recently gotten. He had had a crib, but Ziva finally got him a bed. When he protested about how he wanted a big bed, she had gotten him a twin and now he slept in a twin bed. Sitting down, she watched as he shifted, his hands spreading farther out under his pillow. He had three blankets on him, so he wasn't cold, and the few stuffed animals he did own were up next to his pillow.
Ziva smiled to herself when she saw his mouth moving slightly, knowing he was dreaming. She could only wonder what he was dreaming about. She was sure it was better than the nightmares she had nightly (if she actually fell to sleep). She reached up and touched his hair, the hair that looked more and more like his father's every day. She didn't think it was fair that he looked so much like his father in the face. He had his father's slightly crooked nose, and his bright green eyes. His hair was like his fathers, and his cheeks were a meld of both parents.
Deciding that he looked very warm, Ziva pulled back the blankets and curled up next to her son. Noah moved a little in his sleep, and Ziva snuggled up against him. She looked down at him, watching as he slept. He was so serene, and so beautiful. Ziva knew that she'd never seen a creature more beautiful than her son.
The both looked at the screen, at each other, and then they nodded.
"Gibbs and the Director."
Even though they both laughed, she felt some sting in her chest. If ever, would their child end up looking like that?
Ziva knew now that her concerns were futile. Noah looked nothing like the baby Abby had made. Ziva almost laughed when she remembered that moment, and knew that back then, the thought of having a child (especially with Tony) had never crossed her mind. She'd never thought that one day they would be in a committed relationship. She had always dreamed, but never actually thought it was going to happen.
She touched Noah's soft cheek, and she was aware that tears were falling down her face. Wiping them away, she put her head on the extra pillow and allowed herself to fall asleep.
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"You lied to me! How could you-how could you even think that lying was a good idea for one second!"
Ziva sat up in bed, looking at the time. It was now six, and she needed to get up. Cursing, she looked down at where Noah had been. Had been, as he wasn't there anymore. Looking around, she realized that something smelled. Getting up, she walked out of his room and towards the kitchen. There, she found him attempting to make toast. She smiled as he furrowed his eyebrows as that look of concentration crossed his face.
"Morning." She said, and he looked at her. He smiled instantly, and she forgot her dream.
"Morning mommy. I'm trying to make you toast."
She nodded, sitting down at the table. She watched as he scowled at the toaster, his lips puckering as he thought.
"How is that working out for you?" She joked, and he shrugged.
"Is it supposed to be black?"
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Daisy arrived on time, and soon Ziva was out the door. The second she left, Noah turned to his babysitter.
"Can I ask you a question?" He said, trying his best to be the "Little Man" McGee always called him. Daisy nodded, picking him up and balancing him on her hip. He put his hands on her shoulder, thinking.
"Did you meet my dad?" Noah said finally, and Daisy shook her head.
"I never got the pleasure of meeting him. I've seen a picture of him though."
Noah perked up, looking into his babysitter's gray eyes. He always found it weird that her eyes were gray.
"Where is it?" He asked, and Daisy sighed. Yes, she had once again opened her big mouth. Now, she had to find that picture that Ziva kept well hidden as so no one would see. Putting Noah down, she told him to stay on the couch. He nodded, sitting down.
Daisy walked down the hallway, past Ziva's room, and to the guest bedroom. She opened the door quietly, walking in and watching her step. This was where Ziva stored everything. There were old baby clothes, pictures, documents, old clothes, and plenty of memories stuffed into boxes. Walking to the one she knew held picture of Tony, she opened it up to find the same picture sitting on top as always. It looked as if he had been touched, as it wasn't covered in dust.
Closing the box, she walked back to Noah. She sat down next to him, holding the picture to her chest .He tried to see it, and she shook her head.
"You have to promise me that you won't tell your mom." Daisy said, and Noah nodded. Taking a breath, she showed the picture to Noah.
His green eyes went over the picture, searching ever inch of it. Daisy could see him thinking, and she could also see him concentrating. His lips parted as he began to think harder, and then he looked at her.
"What was his name?" Noah asked, and Daisy had a bad feeling.
"Anthony, but everyone called him Tony apparently."
Noah nodded, touching the picture. The man had a crooked nose, and hair just like Noah's. he wasn't stupid, he could see the similarities between himself and his father. He could see where he got his green eyes now.
"I look like him." Noah said, and Daisy nodded.
"You look a lot like him." She whispered, looking around the room. After about five more minutes of Noah gazing at the picture, Daisy took it away. She put it on the cushion next to her and began to tickle Noah before he could react.
"Hey!" He yelled, trying to get away from her. When he finally rolled onto the floor, she crawled after him and he ran off towards his room, shutting the door and sitting in front of it. He heard Daisy pretending to be a tiger, and laughed.
"You won't get me!" He yelled, and she chuckled in a low voice.
"I'm going to eat you." Her voice was low, like Noah knew she could do, and he giggled. She pretended to have a deep voice sometimes just to freak people out.
"No you won't!"
"You're right, I won't!"
Noah got up, opening the door. Daisy was lying on the floor, and he decided to lay on top of her. He spread out on her back, tickling her sides. She giggled, grabbing his hands and breathing.
"I have a surprise for you." She said, and Noah sat up. She turned her head so she could see him.
"Surprise?" He asked, and she nodded.
"I asked your mom, and she said I could take you to the merry-go-round in the park."
Noah jumped up off Daisy's back, running back into his room and slamming the door. Daisy sat up, looking at the closed door in confusion.
"Noah, what are you doing?"
There was a thump from inside, and then his little head popped out from inside the room.
"Getting dressed. Silly."
A/N: I decided that you deserved this tonight. And I have my laptop at my friends house, and I can get on the internet, so why not?:)
Reviews would be appreciated. This IS going somewhere! Trust me. I love the next chapter so far!
