THANKS FOR ALL THE REVIEWS! I WAS JUST CURIOUS OF HOW YOU GUYS FELT ABOUT THE NAME. HERE'S ANOTHER CHAPTER, ENJOY! J
DON'T OWN IT (WISH I DID)
The fact that even Gibbs was alarmed frightened Tony. He, Ziva, Gibbs, and Vittoria sat in the hospital waiting room.
"Vittoria." A nurse called, saying their daughter's (or supposed daughter's) name with a face that said 'Who came up with that name?'.
"It's Italian." Tony said.
"Oh. It's very nice." The nurse said, eager to get Tony's glare off of her.
"Thank you." Tony said, deciding to smile at Vittoria. The nurse led them to a brightly colored room, with green and yellow polka-dots on the wall.
"This is bright." Tony said, squinting his eyes.
"Yes." Ziva said, motioning to Tony that she wanted to hold Vittoria. He handed her to Ziva.
"What happens if she isn't our daughter?" Ziva whispered quietly.
"We'll go from there. Let's not think about it now, okay Z?" Tony said in an attempt to comfort his wife.
"Hi guys, I'm Dr. Greer. So it says here that you want to make sure Vittoria's your daughter. Can I ask why you want to know, or what makes you think she isn't?" Dr. Greer asked.
"She just looks nothing like either Tony or I. No one in either of our families has blond hair. I remember something about blue eyes being normal in babies, but it's just her hair." Ziva explained.
"Ok. Well, the hospital has very strict policies, to make sure something like this doesn't happen. But, if you wish, we can do a paternity and maternity test." Dr. Greer said.
"We would like that very much, please." Ziva said, looking at Tony.
"Yeah, just to be sure." Tony said.
Alright, I'll have one of the nurses come in and draw blood from the three of you. Nice to meet you." He said, shaking Tony and Ziva's hands. He smiled at Vittoria. A few minutes later, a nurse came in.
"Ok, who wants to go first?" She asked.
"I will." Ziva said.
"Ok. We can do little Vittoria last." She said, sticking the needle into Ziva's arm.
"Who's he?" She asked, motioning to Gibbs.
"He's…. Well, it's complicated. He's like her godfather." Ziva said.
"Or step grandfather." Tony added.
"It sounds complicated." The nurse said, holding gauze to the puncture sight.
"Put pressure there." She told Ziva. She did as told. Then the nurse took out a new needle and walked over to Tony.
"Ziver." Gibbs said. Ziva knew something bad was coming, he used her pet name.
"Yes, Gibbs." Ziva replied.
"Do you know where your dad went?" He asked.
"Probably back to Israel." Tony said, a little disgusted.
"Please do not speak of my father like that. I know that you guys do not love him, I am not quite sure I do yet, but I do not hate him, and I wish that you don't hate him, either." Ziva said.
"Ziva, he hurt you." Tony said.
"I do not think it was intentional." Ziva said.
"Ziver, he didn't send back up for you when you got captured. We came for you, not him. I just don't want you to get hurt." Gibbs said.
"Ok, Tony, all done. Hold the gauze, please." The nurse said, then put a puppy band aid over it.
"Yay. I love puppies." Tony dead panned.
"Sorry, it's the pediatric unit. I'll need you and Ziva to lay Vittoria on her back, and hold down her arms and legs." The nurse said.
"Why?" Tony asked.
"So they can draw the blood, Dinozzo. Babies don't like to get stabbed with needles." Gibbs said.
"Oh." Tony said. He reached for her legs, figuring Ziva would be better with her arms so that she can sooth Vittoria.
"I especially need you to make sure the left arm doesn't move, otherwise the needle will jerk. Ready?" The nurse asked, then skillfully stuck the needle in. Gibbs was surprised to see that Vittoria looked unhappy at first, then settled down and barely moved. The nurse removed the needle, and put the band aid on.
"Wow. She's very cooperative." The nurse said, amazed. Then she walked out to run the blood samples.
"Z, I think she's our daughter." Tony said, rubbing Vittoria's stomach.
"I really hope she is." Ziva whispered back.
30 MINUTES LATER…..
Dr. Greer came in, her blond hair in a disheveled pony tail, and her white lab coat with a stain on it.
"What happened?" Tony asked.
"Had to visit a very sick baby. He threw up on me." She said, exasperated.
"Do you have the results?" Ziva asked eagerly.
"I do." Dr. Greer said, sitting down. Gibbs walked over next to Ziva. His gut must know something. Oh wait, he's comforting her. It must be bad. Tony thought. Gibbs started rubbing Ziva's back. She had gone pale. Oh great, now her ninja skills are kicking in. The chances of her being my daughter have just gone way down.
"She is your daughter." Dr. Greer said. The color returned to Ziva's face, and looked as if she might fall over had Gibbs not been there, supporting her. Tony smiled goofily at his daughter. His daughter.
"Well, that's a relief." Tony said. Ziva punched his arm. Gibbs head-slapped him.
"Tony, you are going to get it, my little hairy butt." Ziva said.
"See what happens when you have a thought, Dinozzo? You almost scared Ziva half to death, and got your daughter stabbed with a needle." Gibbs said.
"Yeah, and now we know that Vittoria is a heck of a lot like Ziva." Tony said. The trio looked down at the baby. She was peacefully resting in Ziva's arms.