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Ring! Ring! Ring!

Swearing in Hebrew, Ziva turned on her lamp and picked up her phone, "Hello?" she greeted tiredly.

"Milaja?" she heard Jen say, "Mr Tony tried to play with power tools."

"He what?" she asked groggily, not sure she heard it right.

"He tried to play with power tools," she repeated impatiently, "He's bleeding a lot."

"Bleeding a lot?" she sat up straight.

"He says he might need stitches," she informed the Israeli.

"Stay there," she commanded, "Don't let him out of your sight!"

"Okay."

Ten minutes, six red lights, and enough broken traffic laws to give a Highway Patrol man a heart attack, Ziva's car pulled up to the curb outside of Tony's building. She grabbed the bright red bag she brought with her and hurried into the building, using the key Tony gave her in case of emergency. She ran up the stairs two at a time.

When she got to Tony's door she didn't stop for niceties. She shoved her key into the door and forced herself through.

Tony was sitting on a stool, guarded by Jen. She was wearing his NCIS windbreaker, hat, and was armed with a broom, holding it like a soldier on guard. It would have been comical if he wasn't holding a bloody cloth over his right hand.

"I hope you're happy," he commented, "If I try to move, she- Ow!"

Jen had poked him in the ribs. Not gently, "No talking, prisoner."

Ziva quickly walked over and gently lifted the cloth from his hand. She almost gasped when she saw the deep cut in his palm. He would certainly need stitches. She was grateful that it was less than a half inch long.

"Am I gonna live, Doctor?" he asked dramatically.

She smirked, "I think so, Mr DiNozzo. How did you get this injury, anyway?"

"I went a little Safety Gate Crazy," he jerked his head at the small pile of wood and PVC covered wire, "Apparently there is some assembly required. And a power drill can be used."

Ziva carefully stitched up his hand, drawing on the first aid training she received from the Mossad. To his credit, Tony did flinch, not even when she applied the antiseptic. She was so absorbed in her task, when she looked up, she jumped, expecting Tony to be looking away to help deal with the pain, when he was actually staring right at her.

"Thanks," he said. She shivered as his warm breath washed over her. She leaned in unconsciously, and he did too...

And the Jen slapped a big round Band-Aid over his eye and giggled "Pirate."

Tony grinned playfully, "Arrr, avast ye maties!" he shouted in a pirate voice, "We got ourselves a Navy ship on the horizon!"

And so they battled, mop against broom in a mock sword fight. Ziva watched with humor as the two "fought" their way into the kitchen. Jen nailed Tony with a lucky blow to the ribs and he cried, "Arr! To the Locker I go!" and feel down, "Dead" with his tongue falling out of his mouth for humorous effect.

"I won! I won!" she shrieked in delight. Jen ran into Ziva's arms and she lifted the little girl off the ground. As soon as she was in the air, the little girl yawned.

"Bed time, meydeleh," she cooed.

"I'm not tired," Jen protested weakly. It was further ruined by another yawn.

Tony got off the kitchen floor and took Jen from Ziva;s arms, "Come on, Dropkick. Let's put you to bed."

"No," she refused tiredly, her eyes falling.

As she was already in pajamas under his windbreaker and cap, he just laid her in bed and tucked her in. By that time, she was already fast asleep. Tony gave her a kiss on the forehead and quietly slipped out the door.

"What?" he asked when he realized that Ziva was staring at him was a smile on her face.

"I forgot," she said, "How good you are with kids."

"Like I said before, when you're good, you're good," he shrugged and said, "Want to watch the rest of Daddy Day Care with me?"

She chuckled, "If only to keep you from going 'Safety Gate Crazy' again."

And so they watched the movie, both falling asleep before the movie was done. What neither of them realized was that they fell asleep cuddled together.

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