Tony woke up to find Ziva, Olivia, Maddox, and Jacob still sleeping peacefully at his side. It was then he realized how much sleep Ziva had lost when he was gone to the nightmares, usually featuring his death. He heard someone clear their throat beside him apologetically.
"Sir… Lance Corporal Stone is awake and requesting your presence." A young intern said with a wheelchair in a badly accented Hebrew. Tony grinned, hearing his strong French accent, and silently thanked God for Ziva adding Hebrew, Russian, Arabic, German, Yiddish, and right now, most of all, French, over the three years they had been married to his mental book that he like to think of as, "The Book of Languages Anthony DiNozzo Is Fluent In" that had already contained Spanish, Italian, and English. H glanced at the intern's name tag at the intern's name tag and answered in French.
"Vous êtes français, Anton?" Tony said as more of a statement. Anton nodded. (You are French, Anton?)
"Oui, PFC DiNozzo. Vous m'aiment vous porter de lance à la pièce de Stone's corporelle?" Anton said, immediately switching to French. Tony smiled lightly. (Yes, PFC DiNozzo. Would you like me to take you to Lance Corporal Stone's room?)
"Oui. Merci, Anton. Juste donnez-moi une minute." Tony said and Anton nodded. (Yes. Thank you, Anton. Just give me a minute.) Tony reached over with his broken arm and brushed Ziva's hair, whispering to her in Italian, knowing Italian always woke her up better than English or Hebrew.
"Ziva…. dovete alzarti. Acceso, Zee." Tony whispered. (Ziva…. You have to get up. Come on, Zee.) She groaned and mumbled, half asleep, back to him Italian, just like she always did when he woke her up in another language.
"Non desidero a." (I do not want to.)
"Dovete, Zee. Cameron desidera vederlo. Potete dormire nella base mentre sono andato." Tony said and Ziva's eyes immediately shot open.
"No! Sono in su! Sto venendo anche." She said and climbed out of the bed. She moved Jacob out of Tony's way and helped Anton get him into the wheelchair. Tony whimpered painfully as he sat down and Ziva frowned.
"I am sorry." She said, finally switching back to English.
"It's fine, Zee. Give me one of the kids. You'll have to get the other two if you can." He said and she nodded. She reached for the child closest to them, Olivia, and sat her gently on his lap, then grabbed Maddox and Jacob in her arms. Anton realized she was having a hard time and spoke in perfect English, not knowing until now that they knew the language.
"I can get one of them if you want, Mrs. DiNozzo. I will get a nurse to take PFC DiNozzo down to the room." He said and Ziva smiled.
"That is okay, Doctor." Ziva said, finally getting Maddox and Jacob situated to where she could carry them. "I got them. I have done this many times before."
"Okay, but I am not a doctor, just an intern. You may call me Anton." He said and Ziva nodded.
"Okay, Anton. We are ready." Ziva said and he nodded, taking them to the room.