Chapter 11: hoarsing around and punching
Ziva walked into her house after picking up their youngest from his babysitter and could hear her other two children wrestling already. Tony looked over as she walked into the kitchen with Dylan on her hip but she sets him on the couch turning on his favorite cartoon. Sierra is wrestling around with her older brother while Ziva went to help make dinner. TJ landed on top of his little sister when she shoved him off her and swung around missed hitting him but the last punch he moved out of the way and nailed the toddler sitting next to them in the face. "IMA!"
At the sound of him screaming Ziva rushed into the room to see his face covered in blood, "What happened? Tony?"
Tony walked into the room, "Ziva wh-" he cut himself off at seeing the blood and turned to his oldest. "What happened?"
"We were wrestling then she started hitting me," TJ told him.
stupid TJ for moving now in trouble, "Than he moved out of the way and might have hit him instead," she told him.
great now going to be a long damn night, Tony pulled out his phone and waited for someone to answer, "What now DiNozzo?"
"Boss you mind watching TJ and Sierra for a while need to take Dylan to the ER?"
now what the hell they do? Gibbs had been working on his lately project since kids and wife were visiting some of her family so had some free time and now wondered what happened, "Be there in ten." He wasn't surprised than when he arrived found two kids waiting for him at the front door, "What happened?"
Ziva walked down with the 17 month old on her hip, "Thanks for coming shouldn't be to long."
Tony was sure that Ziva would find some way to blame this all on him but was worried when the bleeding nose wouldn't stop as they arrived in the emergency room of Mercy and grinned as saw an old friend that treated members of team Gibbs far more times than the aged man wanted to admit, "Dr Thorne."
The man in his late 50's turned around groaning, "Agents DiNozzo what has you here? Not on something work related?" he asked and noticed the sniffling toddler and led them to an exam room where handed the man a clipboard. "Think one of the first times treated anyone on your team that not hurt from work but what happened?"
Dylan moved his head from the crook of her neck, "Our 4-year-old meant to punch her older brother and hit him instead," Ziva told him while moving him around to face the doctor in her lap noting he was clinging to her arm. "Sh, baby he will make you feel better," she whispered in something in Hebrew in his ear.
The old man smiled at him, "You must take after your mom and the quiet child?" he asked as examined the boy. "Don't look broke just dislocated. Will give him something for the pain and to help him sleep but he has a mild concussion."
After signing him out and filling up the medicine they stopped to get something for dinner on the way home sure that Gibbs had finished and fed the other two. Gibbs looked up from his book when the door opened and Dylan was barely awake, "How it go?"
"Dislocated but nothing broke and mild concussion," Tony told him. "They eat?"
He nodded, "Not hard to finish what was there DiNozzo but they are in their rooms cleaning," he told the toddler. "Go and deal with them while feed him."
They walked into their daughters room to find her laying face down on her bed, "Sierra," Ziva alerted her they were there.
brothers are no good, She sat up but looked at the floor, "Ima, Abba...I am sorry hit Dylan...was aimming at TJ."
Tony walked in with his oldest who sat next to his sister, "What has mom and me said about hitting?"
"Not to and never solves anything," they said quietly.
even if deserved it, Sierra thought, "Didn't mean to break his nose."
Tony pulled his sniffling daughter in his lap, "You didn't break his nose but you both are grounded this weekend."
"Why me?" TJ asked. "I didn't hit him?"
"What? Was an accident," she told her parents.
"May have been an accident but you know better than to hit each other," Tony told them. "And now your brother is the one that got hurt."
Gibbs was sitting on the couch with half asleep toddler reading him a book when they all came downstairs and Ziva took him, "Thank you Gibbs."
He kissed both of their temples and glared at his other two grandkids since he had taken on light duty until decided wanted to retire he had the weekends to himself and often took the kids for a night or two while parents had to work, "Can spend the afternoon tomorrow at my place since probably grounded."
Dylan looked over at him yawning, "Me too?"
Ziva kissed top of his head, "Am sure can but Abby is expecting her helper in the lab tomorrow."
Gibbs ruffled his curly dark locks, "She will understand that need to reschedule maybe for next weekend."
"Night gunny," the two oldest called out before he left.