"I made you your favorite tea, Zivalah." Aunt Nettie told her niece as she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, still trying to look halfway decent from last nights escapades. She smoothed her hair down and tugged a little more on the over-sized t-shirt that barely covered her ass as she walked over to her aunt.
"Toda." She smiled, sitting down at the island, on one of the bar stools, taking the piping hot mug of tea in her hands, sipping it slowly.
"So, Ziva, tell me," She turned towards her, "What does it feel like to be a married woman?"
She smiled and set the mug back down onto the counter, "It does not feel any different." She admitted, "Though that will change."
"Yes..." She looked down at her hands, "It will." There was a silence between them before she spoke once again, "Where is everyone else?" She questioned, looking up and around the kitchen, peeking into the living room.
"They all went down to the beach. Well, except for your husband," Ziva felt the blood rush to her cheeks, "He's taking a shower. And I would have hoped so...you two were going at it for about three hours."
"You timed it?" She demanded and she shrugged.
"Well I was awake...there was nothing else to do."
She nodded and took another sip of her tea, the hot liquid running down her throat, "Tony does like to....have fun."
"Yes, I can see that." She chuckled, "You are pregnant. How you could be so irresponsible and not use protection, I do not understand." She shook her head.
"According to Ducky, I am about two months pregnant, meaning that the child was conceived in Tel Aviv, where I knew that I was going on a suicide mission. I did not know that Tony was going to come and try to take me back home where I belonged..." She sighed, and then her breath caught in her throat as she let out a gasp, "I was pregnant when I was in the terrorist cell. When that man...when he raped me..."
Aunt Nettie blinked a couple of times before letting her mouth drop, "What?!"
"Oh no, Tony is going to freak..." She whispered, almost to herself.
She grabbed her arm, "Dear, what did you say before?"
"I was pregnant when I was in the terrorist cell." She repeated.
"No, no, after that."
"Oh." She looked down, "Tony does not like it when I talk about it."
"I can see why." She lifted a hand up and stroked the side of her face, "You are okay though, yes?"
She nodded and laughed, "I am just fine! You do not understand how many times someone has asked me that. I have gotten sick of it."
"Were you badly damaged?"
"Mostly just bruises up and down my inner thighs, nothing too serious." She admitted, "But Tony did go without sex for an entire month, waiting for me to heal...." She paused, "...and become immune to his touch again."
Aunt Nettie sighed and rubbed a thumb on her cheek before dropping it, looking deep into her eyes, "Tony loves you. Very much."
She smiled up at her, "I know that."
"He told you that sixteen times last night."
She raised an eyebrow, "You counted that too?"
"You did not?" She questioned, a little confused.
"No." She admitted, "But then again, I was a little distracted."
She smiled again, "I know that. I would be too, because, if you do not mind me saying so, Tony is quite the handsome man."
She nodded, "Yes. He is. But he is more than just his looks."
"I believe you."
It was silent again, just Ziva sipping her tea slowly as Aunt Nettie did the same. Once again, Ziva broke the silence, "You know, I never did tell you about how Tony and I first met." Ziva commented.
She chuckled, "No, you did not, my dear."
"Tony's original partner, Agent Todd, had died at Ari's hand." She sighed, "He was remembering her...naked, even though he told me that he didn't find her attractive, which I found rather hard to believe if he was picturing her naked. Anyway, my first question to him was.."
"Having phone sex?" Tony questioned from behind her and she sighed and shook her head as he wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss up against her head, some of the water droplets from his hair dripping down onto her face.
He took the bar stool next to her and said good morning to Aunt Nettie, "Hey, Mrs. DiNozzo, where's everyone else?"
"Down by the beach." Both her and Aunt Nettie responded, not looking up at him as he ran his fingertips up and down the small of her back.
"Ah, I see. So, what were you two ladies talking about?" He questioned and Ziva still didn't look up at him.
"You." She simply said, just glancing at his handsome face for a second or two before turning back to her cup and the newspaper Gibbs had left there from this morning when he had had his cup of coffee.
"Ooo!" He perked up, still running his fingertips on her back, "I'm likin' where this conversation is heading." He paused, "So..." He drawled out, "What did you guys say about me?"
She stared him before speaking, quietly, lovingly, "You told me you loved me sixteen times last night."
Tony chuckled, "Heh...heh...heh..." He put his hands up, "Well you know...when I mean it, I mean it."
She just smiled at him, rather unsure of what to say, honestly, "Thank you." She finally decided.
He gaped, "Thank you?" He demanded, "That's all you gotta say is 'thank you'? I pronounce my undying love to you while your hot, sweaty, naked body was under me, and all you gotta say is 'thank you'?!"
She rolled her eyes, "Well what did you expect?"
"Maybe an 'I love you too'? or 'I love you more' or 'I love you too, just shut up and screw me, Tony!'"
She narrowed her eyes at him this time and then promptly turned and smacked him in the chest, causing him to let out a yelp as he rubbed his injured chest with his hand.
"Hey now, no fighting just yet. Wait till we're back in DC." Gibbs responded, walking into the kitchen, the rest of the team following behind him. He promptly walked up and whacked both of the lovers on the back of the head. Ziva gaped and held the back of it protectively.
"What was that for?" She demanded and Gibbs just looked at her.
"You know why. Kept the entire damn house up for three hours!"
"What, you time it or something?" Tony questioned, resulting in another slap upside the head. He winced, "Understood."
"Nothing better to do." Gibbs turned to the rest in the room, "McGee counted how many seconds your longest moan was-"
"Record high of twenty seconds!" He exclaimed and Ziva just stared at him before he ducked behind Ducky.
He pointed at them as he said their names, "Ducky counted how many times the headboard slammed into the wall-"
"Around forty-three, my dear."
"Abby counted how many times you guys 'paused' to make-out-"
"Thirteen." She proudly said, twisting on the ground.
"Palmer counted how many times the bed squeaked, meaning that you switched who was on top-"
"Twenty-seven." He meekly said, as if he was embarrassed.
"Franks counted how many times you told Tony to 'hurry up' or 'go faster' or 'go harder'-" Ziva felt a heat rush to her face.
Franks rolled his eyes, "Too many times to count." He scoffed, "I stopped when it reached thirty."
"Nick counted how many times you said 'Mrs. DiNozzo' or 'Ziva DiNozzo' or any other form-"
"Fifteen."
"Aunt Nettie counted how many times you told her you loved her-"
"Sixteen." She smiled, looking at him.
"And Anna counted how many times you told him you loved him-"
"Twenty-one."
"Fornell stayed out of it, he was the only one who could sleep through it, and I timed it."
A rather awkward silence formed between them as they looked at each other, suddenly feeling extremely uncomfortable and dirty.
"Well hey!" Abby spoke up, "Let's go and open wedding gifts!" She grinned and everyone turned to look at her before she shrugged her shoulders, "What? I thought it would help to...you know...get our minds off of last night's events."
"I..." Ziva stood up, "Need to go and..." She looked down at her outfit, "Get changed." She decided before running her fingertips over Tony's thigh and then leaving the kitchen.
Tony sighed and ran a hand through his hair before looking up and meeting the eyes of the people standing in front of him, all....staring, "So..." He started, "We really went for three hours?" He asked, suddenly excited.
He got slapped again.
Once Ziva was finished getting dressed, she started back down the stairs, where the team was sitting around the living room, a pile of gifts in the middle.
She furrowed her eyebrows together, "Is it somebodies birthday?" She questioned and the entire guest list rolled their eyes.
Tony spoke up, calmly, "Ziva, for a wedding, people get gifts."
"Why?"
"They just...do. It helps them more easily move in together with each other."
"What?" she demanded, "But we already live together, Tony."
He sighed, "Ziva, just sit down, babe."
She huffed and sat down next to him on the ottoman of the chair. He wrapped his arm around her and whispered into her ear, "This is like...free money, Zi, just be quiet, okay?"
She sighed and nodded, "Fine."
Eagerly, Tony reached for a bright blue wrapped present in the middle of the group, hurriedly opening it up. Ziva honestly didn't care; she didn't want any presents anyways. She already had her very own present that she knew she wasn't going to lose, damage, replace, or have to exchange....Tony.
He laughed as he opened up a box about the size of a shoe and held up a bottle, "Very funny, Ducky." He grinned, staring at the scotch bottle in his hands. McGee grinned as well, and Gibbs smirked.
"Freshly imported from Scotland, my dear boy." Ducky nodded, giving him a closed smile.
"Hey! I want that gift!" Franks nearly shouted, and Gibbs held him back.
"Yeah..." Tony looked at the bottle one more time, and then at Ziva, "I'm going to definitely need this when she gets more unbearable the more pregnant she gets!"
Ziva narrowed her eyes at him and then whacked him in the arm, Tony cringing away about ten seconds before she actually threw the punch, "If you get drunk while I am pregnant I will not only kill you, but I will kill Ducky as well. However, I will kill you harder...you will not even remember it while you're in heaven."
"Aww," Tony cooed, "At least she said I'm going to heaven."
"That I did." She nodded and then gestured to the presents, "Pick out another one, Tony."
"Sure thing!" He grinned, putting the bottle onto the ground next to him, grabbing another present, this one white with a big black bow, the words 'Tony, Ziva, and DiNozzo' written all over it. There was also a drawing of the two of them, and it was decorated in sharpie, "Hmmm..." Tony grinned, "I wonder who gave this one to me!" He sarcastically said, joking as Abby grinned.
"It was me! Me! Me! Me!"
"Really?" Tony questioned, giving a large gasp as he sat back, "I would have never thought!"
She grinned and sat up, proudly, "Open it! Open it!" She exclaimed, pointing eagerly to her gift.
Tony shared a look with his wife and then opened it up, slowly before chuckling as he pulled out two pillowcases. One of them said 'Mr. Right' in the middle, in rather fancy lettering with a bow at the end of the 't' in 'right'. The other one said 'Mrs. (Always) Right', the 'M' sporting a veil. At the end of each corresponding pillowcase were their names, 'Tony' on the 'Mr. Right' one and 'Ziva' on the 'Mrs. (Always) Right' one.
Even Ziva let out a small laugh as she brought her hand to her mouth and then rubbed Tony's back and shoulder, "Looks like I am always right, Tony."
"Yeah, I see that, sweetcheeks."
Abby grinned and clapped her hands, "Aren't they perfect? I ordered them as soon as I found out that you two were getting married! But see, I already had them picked out like when you guys started dating, so I knew what I wanted...I just had to wait for you guys to get married!"
The newly weds shared a look with each other before shaking their heads as Tony grabbed another gift, this one green. Tony started to unwrap it when Aunt Nettie stopped him, "I think that Ziva should open it." She smiled and Ziva smirked at Tony before nearly snatching it out of his hands and unwrapping the rest of it.
She held it up and then nearly gasped as she took in the hand-stitched quilt, every single square made of her old clothing, the ones that she used to wear as a child. At the bottom it said 'Ziva DiNozzo', hand-stitched as well, a monogram in the corner.
She blinked away the tears as she recognized one fabric nearly smack dab in the middle as her favorite sundress as a child. Actually, her only sundress. She smiled up at her Aunt, "Thank you." She managed to whisper before hugging her tightly and then pulling back. Tony smiled down at Ziva, he was happy that she was happy, "Where did you find all of my old clothes?" She questioned, incredulously, "I was forced to believe that my father burned them."
Tony scoffed, "Wouldn't surprise me."
Ziva sighed and turned to Aunt Nettie, "He is still quite bitter with him, on account of the mission that I was supposed to go on."
"Oh, I understand." She nodded before turning back to Ziva, "He managed to let me have some of them, actually, I managed to get them before he...disposed of them."
"And you kept them?"
"Only of course."
"Wait..." Tony pointed to the quilt, "So this is made of the clothes that Ziva used to wear as a child?"
She nodded and smiled, "Yes."
"Ooo..." Tony mused, taking it carefully from her, "Don't expect this back." He said, quietly before bringing it up to his nose and sniffing it, only when he was sure that no one was looking. Ziva just shook her head as she grabbed another present, this one, again, wrapped in blue. It was rather long and hard, and Ziva noted that it was from both Nick and Anna.
She smiled as she unwrapped it, two pictures of the both of them on it, one on the top half, one of the bottom half, each taken just yesterday. How they managed to get them printed on there, they honestly didn't know. In the middle were both of their names 'Tony & Ziva' and then the date, yesterday, October 17th, that they got married.
Ziva looked up at Anna and Nick, who sat at the far end of one of the couches, and smiled, "Thank you, Anna, Thank you, Nick."
They smiled, "Yeah, it took us a while to find something...neutral." Anna admitted and Ziva kept the tug of her lips upward on her face.
"Well I love it." She nodded and Tony copied her.
"It'll go great above the toilet."
Ziva rolled her eyes and went to smack him again when he moved out of the way, this time too quickly as he fell down onto the ground. Ziva laughed, holding her hand up to her face as he narrowed his eyes at her and then grabbed the quilt he had sitting in his lap and sat back down next to her, grumbling, "Thanks a lot, Zee-vah."
"I did not do anything!" She gaped, putting her hands up almost in surrender, "You were the one that fell, not me. I did not lay a finger on you."
"But you threatened." He pointed out, "That's good enough for me."
"Baby." She nearly spat.
"It's about two months old and in your body right now."
She went to smack him again when Gibbs stopped her, putting a hand up, "Hey!" he shouted, "Enough!" He reached down and chucked a red package at them, "Open it and shut the hell up."
"Someone didn't have a good cup of coffee this morning." Tony grinned, "Or he hasn't had his eighth." He quickly shut up when he noticed Gibbs' look, "Right. Shutting up now, boss."
"Good." He nodded as Tony clamped his mouth shut. Gibbs and Ziva both shared a smirk as Tony started to unwrap the next present, only four left in the pile between them.
"I bet this is from the McGeek." He grinned before quickly unwrapping it and revealing a picture frame, "A picture frame, McLoser? Seriously? There isn't even a picture in here!" he exclaimed, holding it up for everyone to see.
He rolled his eyes, "It's a digital picture frame. You gotta turn it on."
"Oh." He paused, "I knew that."
A couple people chuckled, causing Tony to narrow his eyes at them before turning it on, "Ooo!" Tony grinned, subconsciously licking his lips, "I like this present." He smiled and Ziva furrowed her eyebrows together before pushing it down and looking at it. She then snapped her head up to meet McGee's, narrowing her eyes to death slits at him before Tony started singing quietly to himself, "Bikini photos...bikini photos...bikini photos...Zeeevahhh..."
The rest of the group looked at each other before bursting out laughing. Ziva lunged at McGee, but Tony managed to grab onto her shirt before she actually went anywhere, pulling her back, "Down, woman." He commanded and she eyed him.
"Do not think that this is over, McGee. I told you, several times, to destroy those photos! I threatened you-" She held up two fingers, "-twice!" She nearly shouted.
He shrugged, "Tony's threats if I destroyed them seemed like they would do more damage."
Ziva narrowed her eyes at Tony and he just put his hands up, "McGee was the idiot who listened to me!"
"You're all idiots!" Gibbs shouted, throwing another remaining present at them, hitting Tony in the chest as he caught it, "Open it up and hurry up!"
"Okay, fine, fine." Tony sighed as he opened it up, revealing a gift card and pamphlet to a day spa in DC.
"I think this is for you, Ziva."
She smiled and took it before handing it back to him, "It is for both of us, Tony."
"I'm not going to a spa!"
"Oh yes you are." She smiled, "They give you free food sometimes."
"Ooh!" Tony exclaimed, "Maybe I'll go..." he flipped open the pamphlet as Ziva sighed and looked up at Jimmy.
"Thank you." She smiled. Tony picked up one of the remaining two packages, this one from Franks. He unwrapped it quickly and then grinned, revealing a 'man' that was made out of iron, holding a stand that could hold any beverage. In this case, Franks had put in for them a bottle of Corona, similar to the one that he was drinking at the moment.
"This'll come in handy in seven months."
She furrowed her eyebrows together, "You are not pregnant too...you may drink!" She exclaimed and he shook his head.
"I decided, last night at the party, that I wasn't going to drink anymore alcohol until you were able to as well. That's like you eating pizza in front of me when I couldn't have any."
She rolled her eyes, "It is nothing like that. You would never not be able to eat pizza."
"If I was dead I wouldn't be able to!"
"Well of course!" She nearly shouted, exasperated, "You would not be in front of me either!"
"Oh yeah...this is true." Tony nodded and then put the wine, or beer at the moment, holder onto the ground next to the bottle of scotch. He picked up the last present and looked around, realizing that it was from Fornell, meaning that someone didn't give them a present. And that someone was Leroy Jethro Gibbs. Tony stared at his boss, "You didn't get us a present."
"Yeah I did." he protested.
"Oh really? Where?"
He pointed to Ziva, "Right there." Tony glanced at her and then back at his boss, "I let you date her, love her, and marry her, DiNozzo. I gave you rule number twelve so that you could break it. That's my present to you."
"Oh." Tony said, looking back at Ziva, "I never really thought of it that way."
Gibbs nodded, "Of course. Now come on, DiNozzo, you've only got one present left...hurry up."
Tony opened up the last present, tearing off the wrapping paper to reveal a Visa Gift Card with one hundred dollars on it. Fornell shrugged, "Couldn't think of anything else, so I decided to be safe."
"No, no...this is completely perfect." Tony smiled and then stood up, "Great! So what is everyone else gonna do today?"
"As long as you two don't do each other, again, we're fine." Fornell spoke up and everyone else nodded in agreement.
"Fine then...what do you want to do, Ziva?" He questioned and she shrugged her shoulders.
"I would like to go out and dive off of that cliff. It seems extremely fun, and it is a beautiful day!" She grinned and everyone shook their heads, chuckling as they disappeared their separate ways.
"Uh..." Tony laughed, "Are you serious, Ziva?" She nodded her head, "No." Tony said, firmly, standing up and taking her by the shoulders, "One, it's dangerous. And two, what if something happens to you? That means that you and baby will get hurt...which I really don't want to happen."
She rolled her eyes, "You are so overprotective!"
"I'm just looking out for you." He quietly said and she sighed.
"Fine...but I'm still going to go down to the beach."
"The beach is fine, just...no jumping off of cliffs."
"I will not jump off any cliffs." She said slowly, and he grinned.
"Great! Well I wanna go down with you, but I'll meet you later...I wanna go and rest up for a little, maybe watch some TV."
She nodded and they both parted their separate ways, Ziva going upstairs to get changed into her bathing suit, a dress pulled over it as a cover-up. She made it out to the beach and Tony stayed inside, watching TV as McGee and Abby both went outside, following Ziva down to the beach as well.
About thirty minutes later, Tony was flipping through channels, thinking about going down to the beach when McGee came jogging through the door, laughing like crazy. Tony furrowed his eyebrows together and sat up, "Hey, McGiggle, what's with the laughter?"
"So Abby was in the water, right? And Ziva dives off the cliff and she stayed under for like two minutes and Abby was freaking out it-" He was cut off by Tony, who had stood up and was now walking menacingly towards him.
"Excuse me?" He demanded and McGee paused, opening and closing his mouth like a fish in an attempt to find out what he was going to say.
"Abby was freaking out?"
"No, what you said before!"
"Oh...Ziva diving off of the cliff? Yeah, it was so cool! She looked like a bird! Or an angel! Or a dolphin! It was incredible! You really should have-"
Tony put his hand up to stop him, and he did immediately, "She dove off the cliff?"
"Oh yeah, yeah, she did. What?" He questioned, knowing his look, "Oh...you told her not to, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I did!" He shouted, starting towards the back door, throwing it open. McGee quickly followed as they started down the beach, "I told her not to jump off of that cliff, and what does she do? She jumps off the cliff! Doesn't she know that that's dangerous? That she could get killed? I don't care if she's Mossad or not! She shouldn't be jumping off of cliffs! Especially not when she's pregnant with my child!"
"Yeah well..." McGee started, but then stopped as they made it down to the beach. Tony looked up the at least eighty foot cliff to see his wife standing up there, at the very edge, looking down into the water at Abby, who was slightly to the side, below her, "Uh oh..." Tim gulped as she brought her arms back and then dove in a perfect line into the water.
"ZIVA!" Tony shouted, taking off towards the ocean. He stopped at the shore line and his heartbeat accelerated as he realized that she was nowhere in sight. Abby sat there in the water, looking around but obviously not looking too phased. Ziva emerged out of the water about ten seconds later, though, to Tony, it felt like ten minutes later, and she threw her hair back with one big 'whoosh' before turning and laughing with Abby, "ZIVA DAV-" He paused, "Uh...I mean...DINOZZO!" He had to resist the urge to smile as she turned to look at him from where she was in the water and she sighed, the smile disappearing from her face.
"What?" She demanded.
"Get over here!" He shouted and she rolled her eyes before ducking underwater again before reappearing just footsteps from the shoreline. His angry eyes pierced her as he grabbed her arm gently, pulling her towards him, "I thought I told you not to dive off of that cliff."
"No, you actually did not." She said, "You told me not to jump off the cliff. I simply dove off the cliff."
He groaned, "Ziva, baby, please! Don't."
"Why not? I have not gotten even close to getting hurt."
"Yeah, well..." He ran a hand through his hair, "I don't want to worry."
"You could always try it." She smiled, "It is fun. Reminds me of Mossad training, almost. It was the only drill that I particularly liked. We would have to jump off of bridges and..." But she was cut off by Tony who groaned.
"Please, Ziva. Don't."
She sighed, "Fine. But only because this is our wedding." She admitted, "Well...wedding vacation."
He smiled and then pulled her into a tight hug, kissing the crown of her head, "Thank you, Zivalah." He kissed her again, this time pulling her head away to kiss her on the lips, "Thank you." He let out a sigh of relief as he hugged her tighter to him, trying to get his heartbeat to go down. She was fine. She was safe. He trusted her, he really did, but he didn't want to take the risk. He stroked her wet hair, running his fingers through it as he rocked her back and forth, the water lapsing at their feet.
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Once back in the beach house, Tony made Ziva go up and take a nap, because she "looked tired". About a hour later, he decided he better check on her. He slowly opened the door and found his wife sitting on the bed, her legs crossed, reading a book. A notepad sat beside her, and a pen was laying on it. "Hey, I thought I told you to rest."
Ziva let the corners of her mouth go up just a little, "And I told you that I did not need to rest."
Tony sat down beside her, "After a night of romance with the Anthony DiNozzo, you have to be tired."
"I am fine, my love."
Tony chuckled, "Ok, fine. But tonight, we go to bed early."
"Then we have the others wear ear plugs, yes?"
Tony sighed, exasperated, "No, DiNozzo, I didn't mean that. But if you're offering." Tony and Ziva both laughed and Tony mocked her position, leaning over and placing a kiss on her temple. "Whatcha reading?" Ziva chuckled and held up the book for him. "Hey, I gave you that!" He said, a famous grin on his face.
"I am looking at baby names." She said and picked up the notepad, scribbling another girl's name down on the list. Tony then picked it up and looked at it.
"You've got twice as many boys names as you do girls!" He exclaimed, and then looked at her, "Does this mean you want a boy?"
"No, I would love either, Tony, but girls names are hard."
Tony scoffed, "No they're not. I already have one."
"You do?"
"Yep. Anthia!"
Ziva furrowed her eyebrows together, "Anthia?"
"The girls name of Anthony." He grinned, "See? Problem solved."
Ziva shook her head, "No."
"Oh come on, that's a pretty name!" He chuckled and picked up the list, looking at the "Boys" column first. "Jacob, Ethan, Joshua, Daniel, Alexander, William, Christopher, Matthew, Aaron, Anthony.." he stopped, another grin spread across his face, "Hey, that's my name!"
Ziva smiled, "Yes, well, I know you would like to carry on your name, yes?"
Tony raised and dropped one shoulder, "Maybe. We'd have to think about it."
She smiled, "That is what we are doing now."
He sighed, "These names are so...American."
"We live in America." She reminded him.
"Yes, I know dear, but I was thinking that maybe we would want a bit of Hebrew in the baby's name. Just to...have a little of your background in him or her." He patted her stomach gently for emphasis.
"Well what about your background? You are Italian."
"Sì, la mia bellezza." He replied and she smiled.
"Then maybe we should pick a Hebrew name and a Italian name, yes?"
Tony shrugged, "Or American and Hebrew."
"Or Italian and American."
They sighed at the same time, this wasn't getting anywhere. The place was quiet for several seconds until Tony spoke again. "I got it!" Ziva looked at him and motioned for him to continue, "All three! American first name, Italian middle name, and Hebrew second middle name!"
Ziva chuckled and leaned over, kissing her husband on the lips before returning to the list. "Aaron is Hebrew for Exalted." She mentioned, and then started down the long list of "A" names, "Abaddon means destruction."
"Ooh. I like that one. Means my boy is strong!"
Ziva chuckled and continued, "Abdiel, Abe, Abel, Abijah..." Tony sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "This is going to take forever, sweetcheeks."
She smiled again, "Yes." She agreed, a small smile on her face.
Tony smiled, "I have an idea. How about we write down five names of each; American, Hebrew and Italian. And then we'll pick from the ten we put together." She smiled and nodded in agreement. He kissed her and stood from the bed, "While you're picking, I'm gonna take a shower." Ziva watched her husband walk into the bathroom and close the door before looking down at the name book again.
About a hour later, a freshly showered Tony DiNozzo sat next to his bride, looking through the names that each of them had picked.
Tony let out a sigh of relief as he put down the pen, a smile spread across his face. "We're finally done!" He put his large hand on her stomach and rubbed slightly. "So if you're a boy, your name is Caden Abe Lorenzo DiNozzo. And if you're a baby girl, your name will be Bailey Raine Leah DiNozzo."
Tony kissed Ziva softly on her lips and then leaned down to her stomach, placing his head on it. "I can't wait, Zi." Ziva only smiled and started to play with his hair.
"Neither can I, my love."
"We will be one big, happy family."
Ziva chuckled, "Yes, I know." He looked up at her and smiled, and then so did she, "It is what I always wanted." Tony sat back up and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her on the forehead. Soon after, they both fell asleep.
A couple of hours later, Abby knocked on the door softly and when no answer came, she opened it slowly, finding her two co-workers sound asleep on the bed. She smiled and walked further into the room, heading towards Tony's side of the bed. She put her hand on his shoulder and shook lightly, and both pair of eyes opened. Ziva yawned and sat up from Tony's arms, stretching. "Hey Abs, what's up?"
She frowned, "I'm sorry I had to wake you guys but we have to be at the airport soon, and I wanted to let you know so you can get packed." Tony smiled and stood from the bed, another yawn escaping his mouth.
Ziva smiled at her friend, "That is fine, Abby. We need to get going anyway."
Abby smiled, "Great!" She started to leave when she saw the baby name book sitting at the edge of the bed, "Hey, did you guys pick out a name?"
"Yep." Tony said proudly and picked the book up from the bed as he walked to his suitcase, placing it inside. Abby stared at the Senior Field Agent, as if he was to say more.
"Well, tell me! What is baby DiNozzo's name?"
Ziva smiled, "If it is a boy his name will be Caden Abe Lorenzo DiNozzo." Abby gasped, "And if it is a girl her name will be Bailey Raine Leah DiNozzo." Abby squealed and jumped up and down in one spot, hugging Ziva tightly.
"I love those names! They're perfect!" Tony and Ziva both smiled. Ziva walked over and put another piece of clothing in the suitcase. "Well I guess I better go pack. See you guys soon!" She said happily as the door slammed closed behind her. The room was quiet for several minuets until Ziva let out a long sigh as she walked into the bathroom, collecting her "girly items" as Tony called them.
Tony furrowed his eyebrows together, "You okay babe?" He asked, walking over to her.
She smiled in response, "I am fine." She said and then walked back into the bathroom, collecting the rest of the times. Tony watched her in confusion.
"You sure? You look like you're upset about something."
She smiled again, "Tony, I am fine." She reiterated. Tony raised and dropped one shoulder as he finished somewhat folding his clothes, placing them into the suitcase. The room was quiet again until Ziva spoke, "It is just...that we are leaving again."
"Panama City? Yeah, I know. Sad."
"This is where we fell in love."
Tony chuckled and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, "No, Zi. You see, I was in love with you a long time before we came here. You just didn't know it. In Panama City, I learned that you loved me."
She couldn't help but smile, and she forgot what she was even upset for to begin with. Tony leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss quickly turned passionate and Ziva moaned into the kiss, for Tony had that effect on her. The door swung open and the pair immediately broke, "Hey! Lovebirds! Quit all that romantic crap and lets go. We've got a plane to catch." Tony and Ziva both laughed.
"Sorry boss." He then looked at Ziva, "She's irresistible."
"DiNozzo, you've got the rest of your life to be with her."
"I know." He grinned and wrapped his arm around Ziva's waist. Gibbs rolled his eyes and shut the door, as Tony zipped up the suitcase and carried it down the stairs. Ziva followed and began to collect their wedding gifts from the table but she honestly didn't know how she was going to get all of it home. Abby grabbed a few and so did Anna, and slowly, the cars were packed.
Several hours later, after goodbyes and thank you's to Franks, Fornell, Ducky, Palmer, McGee, Abby, Gibbs, Nick and Anna, Tony finally parked his car in front of their apartment. He opened the door and took a deep breath, "Ahh. Home sweet home." He said and wrapped his arms around Ziva, kissing her forehead.
"Hey, this is the first time you're Mrs. DiNozzo in this house." Ziva rolled her eyes and kissed him before breaking out of his grip, rolling the suitcase into the bedroom, "What? It is! Special moment."
They quickly changed and crawled into bed, Tony wrapping his arms around his wife. Just as Ziva was about asleep, she heard him again, "This is the first time you're Mrs. DiNozzo in this bed."
She chuckled and hit him lightly on the chest.
He was such an idiot sometimes.
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The elevator dinged at NCIS, and Tony and Ziva DiNozzo walked to the squad room, her hand in his. He turned to her and smiled, "Hey, This is the first time your Mrs. DiNozzo in the squad room."
Ziva only rolled her eyes as she walked to her desk, placing her backpack down. She turned her attention to McGee, "Good morning, Tim."
"Morning, Ziva." He replied, "Morning Tony."
"McGoo. McGoo, McGoo, McGoo." Tony walked over to him and squatted down, "You see that goddess over there?" McGee only nodded, "She is no longer Ziva."
"Then who is she, Tony?"
"She is Mrs. DiNozzo, pal."
"Right..." Tim said and then shook his head in disbelief, "Tony, you need help."
"Tell us something we don't know, McGee." Gibbs said as he walked into the squad room, a coffee in his hand, "You and DiNozzo, gear up. We've got a dead one." Tony and McGee immediately stood as Gibbs walked back around his own desk, watching Ziva. "Where do you think you're going?"
Ziva had a blank expression on her face, "You told me to gear up."
"No I didn't. I told McGee and DiN-" Gibbs stopped. He came to the realization that he now had two DiNozzo's. "I meant that DiNozzo." Gibbs clarified.
"Gibbs I-"
"You are in no condition to go on the field, Ziver." Gibbs left the squad room, followed quickly by McGee who only glanced at Ziva. Tony walked over to her, a small frown on his face.
"I'm sorry, sweetcheeks, but, Gibbs is right."
Ziva sighed and sat back down in her chair. "I know."
"DiNozzo!" They heard Gibbs yell.
Tony quickly leaned over and kissed Ziva on the forehead before running to the elevator, his NCIS backpack flying behind him.
About an hour passed, and Ziva DiNozzo was incredibly bored. The phone hadn't rang, she had no new emails (she checked almost every minute), and the paperwork pile, which had somehow grew while they were gone, did not seem appetizing at all. Sighing, she stood from her desk, deciding that she needed a break. And there was only one place to go.
The break room.
Walking in, she immediately realized that it was about 1000h and it was when everyone took a break. Everyone stopped talking and stared at her as she walked, slowly to the machine, putting her dollar in, waiting on it to dispense her chocolate. She turned around and noticed that she was still being stared at, smiles on some of their faces. She swallowed, "Hi?" She questioned.
"So how's the married life treating you?" Agent Shiver asked. Ziva felt a rush of blood to her cheeks.
"Great. We are very happy."
"Where is Agent DiNozzo?"
"Out on the field." Ziva replied, and walked over to a table, where Agent Erin Larson and another female agent, one whom Ziva didn't know, sat.
"Hey, I'm Casey Harrell." Ziva shook her hand.
Erin spoke next, the male agents in the break room went along with their own business, "You just married DiNozzo, right?" Ziva nodded again, and felt like telling her that it was a stupid question, "Honey, I don't see how you put up with him. I lost count on how many times he asked me out." Ziva chuckled.
"There have been times when I have wanted to kill him, yes, but Tony is a wonderful man."
"As long as your happy." Erin replied with a chuckle. Ziva smiled again and Casey reached over to her.
"Can I see your rings?" She asked, and Ziva nodded, holding out her left hand to the two women. They examined it for several seconds before smiling. "They're beautiful, Agent DiNozzo really knows how to pick out jewelry. That is always a good thing." Ziva nodded in agreement.
"Are you married, Casey?" Ziva asked.
"Yes, almost two years now." She said proudly.
Ziva chuckled, "Congratulations."
"Thanks, you too!" Assuming that the conversation would probably evolve into girl talk soon, Ziva knew she had to get out of there, and quick.
"I have to get back to the squad room. Casey, it was nice meeting you." Ziva let out a sigh as she walked back to the squad room.
That was close.
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Ziva tapped her wooden pencil on her desk, waiting for her team to return. She let out a sigh and pulled out her gun, deciding that cleaning it would give her something to do. As soon as she started, Abby's platforms could be heard nearing the squad room. Ziva looked up and smiled at her friend. Abby rolled Tony's chair over to Ziva's desk and sat down beside her. "What is this, Abby?" Ziva asked as Abby sat down a rather large portfolio.
"They're your wedding photos!" She said happily. Ziva couldn't help but smile as Abby started to turn the pages, and they each picked out their favorite photos.
"Abby will you please make a copy of these? I would like to send them to my friend Jarib. Abby agreed and disappeared to her lab again, coping the photos and returning to the squad room, where Ziva and now, the rest of the team sat.
"Hey Abs!" Tony said proudly, immediatley standing and walking over to the goth.
Abby quickly handed the pictures to Ziva who only smiled and handed Tony the original portfolio. Tony grinned in response and walked back to his desk
Gibbs spoke up, "Abs, there is plenty of evidence waiting down in your lab." Abby let her head fall and slumped her shoulders as she left the squad room, towards the back elevator, "Tony you are not to look at those until we solve the case."
Tony frowned, "Right."
Ziva had to hold back her smile as she placed the pictures that Abby printed in a folder that was "picture safe" as Abby called it. She addressed it and then took it down to the mail room.
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"Come in." Director Eli David commanded.
"Mail for you, sir."
"Thank you, Sason." Eli replied. He glanced over at the huge pile and then started to pick up his phone to call his assistant, just like he always did, to come separate the mail, when something in the basket caught his eye. The door to his office closed and he reached over his desk, pulling the overnight express envelope from under several other letters. He let out a deep sigh, noticing the return address.
Ziva David-DiNozzo.
He slowly opened the envelope, ignoring the fact that it was addressed to Jarib, and pulled out the pictures.
There, on the glossy photos, was his daughter.
And she was married.
To Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.