The crying shook the whole house. Once one got the started the other began wailing. Azaleigha let out a long sigh, pulling the duvet over her head. Ziva and Tony rushed into the boy's room to feed them or change them or something. Azaleigha just lay there holding her favourite teddy. Tears strolled down her olive cheeks. She missed the days when it was just them, mama, daddy and Azaleigha. Since the twins had come no-one had any time for her. Auntie Abby was always cooing over them, discussing having another baby with McGee, Uncle Jimmy just sat holding one of the twins and reminiscing about Jack when he was that age. Even Lilly just wanted to coddle the twins. Grandpa Gibbs always made time for her though, when he could of course. He wanted to spend time with his grandsons too. As her brothers quietened down and her parents went back to bed Azaleigha snuck into their room. It wasn't much different to when she had decorated it. Over Noah's bed was a large N and over Isaac's bed was a large I. Carefully she looked into Noah's bed. He was awake. He had his daddy's eyes. Jealousy overtook her as she pinched his chubby arm. As he began wailing she lifted him up as if it look helpful.

"Azzy get to bed," Ziva snapped, removing the baby from her arms.

"But I was just trying to,"-She was cut off.

"I said get to bed," The baby stopped crying in just enough time to stop Isaac from screeching as well.

Sadly Azaleigha walked to bed, head hung as she tried to keep the tears from falling. Before she went in she watched her mother crawl into bed, Tony wrapping his arms around her waist. She used to be allowed into bed with them but since the twins they had insisted she had to sleep in her own bed, every night. They hadn't even realised when she got an A on her history test.

"I hate you," She spat, crawling into bed.

A week had passed since that night and things hadn't gotton better. Ziva was always cranky and Tony seemed to just sleep whenever the twins weren't screaming. Azaleigha was just getting more and more jealous as the days went on. She climbed up the tree in the back garden and perched on one of the thicker branches about midway. She wasn't getting down until her parents started to remember they had a daughter.

Ziva lifted Noah out of his crib, rocking him back and forth on the rocking chair Gibbs had made them. He had made one when Azaleigha was born too. It sat in its pride of place in her room. She kissed the baby's forehead, singing to it in Hebrew. She had to admit it was difficult now but when the twins spoke their first words, took their first steps, had their first days at school all of it would be worthwhile. Tony stood at the door. He looked exhausted. She didn't look much better to be honest. He chuckled as he walked up to her, wiping baby food off her cheek and kissing her. She smiled back as she handed Noah to him. She picked up the camera on the shelf before taking a picture of her husband and her oldest twin.

"There," She yawned, passing the camera to him, "What do you think?"

He smiled again, "I think we have a beautiful little family, David."

She laughed as he reeled her in, wrapping his arms around her. It was as if it was second nature to them. She laid her head on his chest, arms up close, hid around her waist as they slowly swayed back and forth. It was certainly easier with just Azaleigha but nothing was as rewarding as a big family. They just didn't realise how miserable their baby girl had become.

The rain began to pour down, drenching Azaleigha in the cold liquid. She shivered, pulling her yellow raincoat on. She could see her mother and father in the twins' room, swaying back and forth as if they didn't have a care in the world. Tears reached her eyes. They were never going to realise she was missing. If she just disappeared they would only realise when the school called. She didn't even see him coming.

"Hay trouble," Looking down she saw Gibbs. He was leaning against the tree with a coffee in his hand.

"Hi Grandpa Gibbs," She sniffled, looking back in the window. "They don't love me."

He just looked at her. She didn't realise just how much she meant to them. "They love you and your brothers more than anything else in the world."

"No," She snapped as the tears began to fall. "They love them more than anything else in the world."

"Now that's just not true," He told her, finishing the last of his coffee.

"It is," She brushed the tears away, "And I'm not coming down ever again."

"Ok," He wasn't going to push her. He sat down on the wet grass, the rain still pouring down hard. "I'll be right here when you want me."

She glanced down at her grandpa. He wasn't going to move, she knew that. He could get sick if he stayed out in the cold. She knew it was just an excuse to let her leave the tree without wounding her pride. Slowly the child dropped down and sat beside her grandpa, head resting on his shoulder. They just sat there for a while before she whispered,

"Can I stay with you tonight, Grandpa Gibbs?"

He nodded, kissing her crown. "Anytime you like."

Azaleigha came down into the basement where Gibbs was working on his boat. Only she was allowed to know how to get the boat out. She had sworn never, ever to tell anybody. Ever since she was four she had been allowed to work with Gibbs on the boat. Every now and then they went out on his last one. This boat was different. This was the first boat they had worked on completely together. It was almost finished too. All it wanted was a coat of varnish and a name.

"What are you gonna call it," Azaleigha asked as a splatter of varnish hit her,

"Well Azz," Gibbs said, turning to her and rubbing the wood, "I thought you could name this one."

Azaleigha looked at him with complete disbelieve. "Really, you really mean it?"

He nodded and laughed as he was attacked with a hug by the nine year old, "Thank you, thank you, thank you,"

"You're welcome trouble," he added with a laugh, "Now get back to work."

She stood back, straightening up and trying to hold back a laugh, "Yes boss."

For the first time in a long while she felt at peace. Neither of her parents understood the satisfaction of seeing the boat you've made finished. That was why, despite her daddy's mock disapproval, she had vowed to always have a basement she could make a boat in. She had to start thinking of names too.

Ziva lay back in bed beside Tony. She had just settled the twins. He was pretending to sleep. Ziva turned to face him, groggy from the lack of sleep. She couldn't help but feel Azaleigha had been being left out recently. It was a lot of work looking after the twins and she was constantly worrying that something could happen to them. They were premature. Azaleigha's birthday was coming soon however and she vowed she would make her double-digit birthday a day to remember.

When Gibbs brought Azaleigha home the next day she went straight up to her room and sat in her wardrobe. Gibbs took his two agents into the kitchen. How their daughter was feeling just wasn't on and they had to know that.

"Azz is upset," He told them plainly, leaning against the counter. "She's feeling left out."

Tony sighed, running his hand threw his hair. He knew since the twins came it had become a bit rough but he hadn't thought she was really that upset.

"You need to notice her more," His tone became sharper, "Her birthday's coming up. Make her feel wanted."

With that he left the house leaving Ziva speechless and Tony a bit upset. Azaleigha meant the world to both of them. It was hard getting new baby brothers at nine but then with their entrance into the world. It was all just a bit too much. They both looked at each other, simultaneously knowing that they had to sort this.

"I'll go talk to her," Tony said, approaching the door.

"No, I will," She sighed, "I've not really talked to her since the twins."

He nodded, kissing her head. It was going to be one tough conversation. Isaac began to cry. Ziva had to take a moment to decide that Tony could take care of it but her mind was still on the baby. What if he was sick? What if something was wrong? No, she had to see her daughter. Making her way up the stairs she was split between trying to work out what to say and worrying what was wrong with Isaac.

She knocked on the door before entering. She didn't need to look for her before knowing she was sulking in the wardrobe. Opening the door, she sat down on front of her. The child looked at her mother with large, watery green eyes. Her hair was messy and she was curled up. Ziva's heart just broke when she saw her.

"Oh Tataleh," She whispered, tears coming to her eyes, running her hand through the little girl's hair, "I am sorry. You could have told me you were feeling left out."

"I know but with the twins and they were prema-prema,"-she stumbled on the word for a moment before Ziva corrected her-"and you were always so busy and, and,"

She began to cry as Ziva pulled the child into her arms. As she comforted her she gently whispered words in Hebrew. This was her baby and it hurt to know she had felt so left out and hadn't told her. They sat like that for at least twenty minutes before Azaleigha whispered almost inaudibly,

"Rule 6,"

Ziva laughed as they pulled apart. They were both crying. Ziva brushed her daughter's hair out of her eyes. She pulled her in close one more; they both wrapped their arms tight around each other. A loud wailing rocked the house. Ziva didn't move.

"Mama, Isaac is crying," She sighed. She had been enjoying the moment.

"Daddy will sort him," She smiled as Azaleigha let out a relieved laugh. "Ani ohevet ot'cha, akhoti," (I love you)

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