Because, really, could things ever go smoothly with Tony and Ziva?

Epilogue

"Is it a boy?!" Abby jumped up and squealed as she ran over to Tony, who entered the waiting room looking a little more than exhausted.

"I don't know yet Abby. She kicked me out. Blamed me for getting her pregnant. I mean really! It was a joint effort!" His shoulder's slumped and he leaned against the wall.

"DiNozzo, you really think arguing with your wife right now is a wise idea? Do I have to mention the words 'assassin' and 'labour' again?"

"No, Boss." He sighed. "Boss, do you think it will be safe to continue living with her?"

"DiNozzo, we were worrying about that when you came back from your honey moon and announced that she was pregnant. You've survived for nine months of hormones, you'll survive the aftermath." Gibbs patted his senior field agent's shoulder. "Trust me, I've been there DiNozzo."

"No offence, Boss, but Shannon wasn't a trained assassin." Tony winced as he heard a very loud Hebrew curse

"You know what she just said?" McGee asked.

"No, but I can guarantee that it wasn't very ladylike."

"Tony DiNozzo, I have a whole pot of paperclips at home! You get your hairy butt in here this instant!"

"Hey, how long d'ya think it'll take me to reach the Canadian border if I leave now and run really fast?" He asked as his family pushed him back the way he had come from. Ducky came from the direction Tony was forced down and he looked back, worriedly.

"That lad's brave going back in there." He looked to the others.

"How's it going, Duck?"

"Well, I spoke to one of the doctors. It might take some time."

"How much time?"

"Enough time for a cup of tea. Jethro?"

"I'm gonna go for coffee." They heard a loud clatter and Abby, McGee and Palmer looked to one another.

"We'll join you!"

"Hey." Tony whispered, poking his head back into the waiting room. Abby had fallen asleep, her head in McGee's lap. Even with the eight Caf-Pow!s she'd consumed, the energy spent bouncing around all day had won out, and she was snoring gently. McGee himself looked rather uncomfortable. "Probie, what's the problem?"

"I need the toilet but Abby's asleep." He whined and Tony sighed. Palmer was reading a pamphlet about the side-effects of caffeine and glancing to Gibbs and Abby every so often. Ducky had somehow managed to convince Gibbs to play chess, something that the agent appeared to be getting very bored of. The director looked up from where she was reading Deep Six. Nobody had told her it was about all of them. Or that it was written by McGee. If she realised then there would probably be repercussions that even Gibbs didn't want to have to deal with.

"Look, you've all been jumping up and down to see me every time I enter this waiting room for the past seven hours, and now when I really think you should be jumping up and down, you're all too busy!" He hissed at them. They all snapped their heads towards him at that, except Abby who if anything appeared to go into a deeper sleep. "Abby won't want to miss this. McAlarmclock, wake her up." Tim cringed at the thought of waking her up. Gibbs just sighed and shook his head, walking over and whispering in her ear.

"Your mass-spectrometer's beeping."

"My baby!" She sat bolt upright and frowned at her surroundings. "Not nice, Gibbs. Not nice."

"Hey, okay, we're all awake? We're all ready? Good, lets…"

"Tony, I really need to pee. Could you just hold on one second?!" McGee whimpered and Tony sighed.

"Does anyone else need the toilet?" Abby thought about it for a moment and shrugged.

"It can't hurt to go now." She said and Palmer nodded in agreement as they followed McGee to the bathrooms.

"Whilst they're going to the toilet, do you mind if I finish my chapter?" Jenny asked.

"What chapter are you on?"

"Seven."

"No. You cannot finish your chapter." Tony said, clenching his fists to control his anger. "No, you cannot take your next move in your chess game and you will stop right there Leroy Jethro Gibbs! You can go for the next half an our without coffee!" Tony pointed at him.

"The soap smells like raspberries!" Abby ran back from the bathroom grinning, McGee and Palmer trailing close behind.

"Oh, lovely!" Jenny smiled as she smelt Abby's outstretched hands. "You know, I've been looking everywhere for some soap for the…" But she didn't finish her sentence.

"Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up!" Everyone stared at Tony. He took a breath and closed his eyes. "I do not care about soap or the bathroom or your book or coffee or chess. I do not want to hear about any of that for the next hour. Is that understood?" He spoke calmly and quietly. "Now, who want's to come and meet my daughter?"

"Oh, she's gorgeous!" Abby cooed at the tiny bundle of pink in Ziva's arms. Ziva just continued to stare at her daughter's blue eyes, not believing that it wasn't all a dream, that she would blink and she would be back in the squad room, stuck at her desk with no husband and no child. Because this was her dream. A perfect husband, a perfect child, a perfect job and a perfect family. She had everything she wanted. A loving father, a baby girl, a big-ish house (with a pool – Tony's condition, not hers) and garden, a brother and sister, and friends.

"Gibbs – would you like to hold your granddaughter?"

"I'm too young to be a grandfather." He said, but smiled and nodded. He had said it at their wedding. He had said it when they announced the pregnancy. He had said it every day since. And yet he was her father and he was proud of her, oh so proud of her. And DiNozzo too, not that he'd ever admit it. He cradled the wriggling pink blanket in his arms and smiled. She was lively and strong, just like all of his children. She somehow managed to pull an arm out of the blanket she was swaddled in, revealing the black sleeve of a baby grow. Gibbs raised his eyebrows and everyone turned to glare at Abby.

"What? I haven't even given my gift too them yet!" She pouted.

"Ah, no, the, er, babygrow was me." Tony put his hand up.

"You?" Ziva glared at him.

"Er, yeah. Just look at the front of it." He said meekly. Ziva held her arms out to Gibbs and he placed the child in them, wondering for his senior field agent's sanity. And then Ziva laughed.

"When? How?" Tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"Well, when I was helping Abby take the babygrows and furniture and bottles and things to the nuns after we were undercover, I just couldn't imagine seeing anyone else's child in it. I mean, I just couldn't let someone else have this. And even though this was before the whole loving you to the end of the universe conversation and I still wasn't entirely certain that you loved me as much as I loved you but I still thought, you know, if it doesn't work out between us I'll still give it to your first child, be cool uncle Tony." He blushed. Gibbs leaned over to see what was written on the babygrow. 'NINJA IN TRAINING'. He smiled and shook his head. "You're okay with it?"

"I love it, Tony." She kissed him, laughing as the child in her arm squirmed.

"I'm sorry, precious, were we ignoring you?" He picked her up. "You're Daddy's little princess, aren't you?"

"Tony, just be careful with her." Ziva cringed as he started bouncing her around. She had worried about Abby holding her baby, but she thought Tony might have been slightly more responsible with his own child. "Tony, please."

"Ziva, she's fine." He started pulling faces at the infant. "Shall we let Grandma Jenny hold you?"

"Hold on! Why am I Grandma Jenny?! If Jethro isn't old enough to be a grandfather, then I am definitely not old enough to be a grandmother!"

"Jen, we want her to have a grandmother." Ziva looked hopefully at her and she caved.

"I'm honoured that you chose me, but is there any way we could just not call me Grandma Jenny?" Tony and Ziva looked at one another then back to her.

"No." They said in unison.

"Hey, good job Tony." McGee went to shake Tony's hand, surprised when he was engulfed in a hug.

"Thanks Tim. You're a good brother. Oh, and when you and Aunty Abby are babysitting you're in charge of making sure that my baby doesn't end up with black dyed hair and tattoos and Abby stuff. Got it?"

"Who said anything about babysitting?"

"Well, we wouldn't have made you Uncle Probie if we didn't expect you to babysit."

"Uncle Probie?" Tim grinned and puffed his chest out, proud to be part of their family.

"Yes, McGee. Of course. You are our brother like Abby is our sister. We are family, Tim." Ziva smiled softly and nodded to him.

"So if I'm Aunty Abby, McGee is uncle Probie, the Director is Grandma Jenny and Gibbs is Grandpa Gibbs, what does that make Ducky?"

"Well, you can have more than one grandpa." Tony shrugged. "How does Grandpa Ducky sound, Duckman?"

"It would be the highest of honours, my dear children." He beamed.

"Which just leaves…Uncle Black-Lung? Uncle Autopsy-Gremlin? No, I'm only kidding. Uncle Jimmy." He patted Jimmy's back as he stood stunned.

"Uncle…Uncle…Uncle Jimmy?"

"Yes. Uncle Jimmy." Tony grinned. "You're part of our family too."

"Aww, thanks guys!"

"So, what name did you decide upon in the end?" Ducky asked from where he stood next to Jenny, who was still cradling the child in her arms.

"Loren Tali David-DiNozzo." Ziva smiled and leant into Tony's side as he wrapped an arm around her.

"She's beautiful." Tony murmured as he pressed a kiss to the top of Ziva's head. "You did good."

"Hm. You did not do half bad yourself."

And so, we draw our tale to a close. I do hope you have enjoyed - as always I love to hear what you all think, whether by PM or review, although if you do not want to review or tell me what you thought then do not feel you have to. It is not compulsory, I shall not be upset or angry with you.

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