A/N: I was thinking about writing it for awhile, so in my sick haze, I am finally doing it.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS; I do have rights to, Caleb.
Caleb Ari
She knocked at the door and waited for one of them to answer. The door opened.
"Ziva?" A woman questioned.
"Sorry Kate, but can I stay with you and Ari for a couple of days?" Kate looked at Ziva and Caleb, a smile on her face as she stepped aside to let them in.
"Who is it, Dear?" A male voice floated in from the kitchen.
"Ziva and Caleb," Kate called back. Ari was immediately in the room. When he saw Ziva and Caleb he smiled. Caleb brightened when seeing his uncle.
"Unwle Ari!" He squealed, jumping from his mother to his uncle. Years ago Ziva and Ari were on a mission in the United States. The two met Caitlin Todd. Kate and Ari hit it off right away, but had to keep it a secret from everyone. (Except Ziva of course) Ari and Kate could never be together with the life's they had. With Ziva's help the two 'died'. They went into hiding. They lived in D.C., close enough that Caleb and Ziva could visit, but far and secluded enough to not get caught.
"Hey, Little Guy." Ari greeted and threw Caleb in the air and caught him. He put his nephew on the ground and turned to his younger sister. He opened his arms, much like she did earlier for Caleb, and she was instantly in his arms. Ari stumbled back at the force that his sister had used. Laughing, Ari spun her around in a circle.
"Ari. Ari!" Ziva laughed at her brother's childlike behavior. She missed it. He was always like this when they were kids.
"Okay, okay! Ari did no one tell you it is not good to spin a pregnant woman!" Ari slowed down a placed her back on the floor. Shock was written all over his face.
"You are pregnant? Again?" Ziva nodded with a smile on her face. He was about to pick her up again, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He looked down and saw his wife's smiling face. Ari stepped aside and Kate stepped up to hug her sister-in-law. Ziva hugged back.
"How is Little Abby?" Ziva asked when she pulled away. Kate took Ziva's hand in her own and pulled her to the back room. There in a purple room, at the far end of the room was a crib. Inside was a baby, six weeks old. She had dark black hair and under her sleeping lids, dark blue eyes. Her name was Abigail Zivah David.
"Aw. She is so cute. You and my brother make beautiful babies." Ziva told Kate as they both looked at the sleeping baby in the crib.
"So do you and Tony." At the mention of her husband, Ziva visibly flinched. Kate looked at her.
"What did he do?"
"Papa does not wove us." Both mother's turned and looked at the door way, only to see Caleb's outlined form, the light from the hallway making his face dark, but Ziva could tell he was about to cry.
"Caleb." Ziva said her son's name, not knowing what else to say. He ran to her. She picked him up and held him as he cried. Kate and Ziva walked out of nursery, Caleb still crying into his mother's tee shirt. Ari eyed them as they walked out, but said nothing. Ziva was grateful, but she knew they ask later when Caleb was not around.
"Dinner's ready." Ari announced about fifteen minutes later. Ziva had taken her usual spot at the end of the couch. Caleb's tears had stopped after five minutes or so.
"What is it?" Caleb asked his favorite Uncle Ari. Ari smiled and ruffled his hair.
"Chicken enchiladas. And for you, I will even add some apple-sauce to the side." Caleb's face brightened considerably and he ran into the kitchen, Kate right behind him, while Ari held Ziva back.
"What happened?" Ziva looked down and told him everything.
"He is worse than Father. I mean, Tony never hit me or Caleb, but emotionally it is worse. I can fight back physically, but how am I suppose to fight the emotional things. I was never taught how too." Ari wrapped his arms around her.
"It will be alright Little Sister. I am sorry that this has happen to you and my favorite nephew." Ziva chuckled into Ari's chest.
"He is your only nephew, Ari. If the other baby is not a boy, that is."
TBC…
A/N: So shocking! I know, I know. Spike a lot of authors do this, but I never get sick of 'em. And I will-. Oops, I almost just told you what's gunna happen. Good thing I caught my-self, huh? Review please.
