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Open Life's Doors, But Shut Them Too
Ziva rolled her eyes, "God." She muttered.
"More like kill me." Izaac muttered.
Ziva rifled through her bag, and muttered, "Where's my knife when I need it."
"Where's my AK-47, when I need it? Shoot myself in the head." Izaac said to himself.
Ziva rolled her eyes and scowled, "Just shut up and I'll be out of here quick."
Izaac rolled his eyes, "Good. Try and ease our suffering, will ya?"
The two did not speak after that, Ziva picked at her nails while Izaac sketched a picture on the cover of his notebook before class started.
Their teacher decided that today he would lecture them about genetics for the next hour and a half before Ziva quickly left without muttering a good-bye.
Izaac barely looked up as he heard the bell ring, he simply packed his stuff up and proceeded to walk out the door when one of his friends, Jace, smiled and wrapped his arm around Izaac's shoulder tightly.
"Cold shoulder from the girlfriend, eh?"
Izaac rolled his eyes, "She's not my girlfriend."
"Oh, so any girl can kick you in the balls? Yeah, I heard about that."
Izaac chuckled, "No. She was just lucky."
Jace nodded, "Right. I saw the way you looked at her in Martial Arts."
Izaac rolled his eyes, "I was looking at something else."
"She's flat-chested dude."
Izaac's hand collided with his face as he nearly fell over laughing, "What?" Jace asked.
Izaac shook his head, "I gotta get to my next class."
Jace nodded, "Alright, text me later and we'll talk about this flat-chestedness."
Izaac rolled his eyes, "Only you, could be so perverted."
"There's nothing to be perverted about!"
"Is it possible to flunk out of a class, but not get it put on your permanent record?" Ziva asked as she walked with Paula to Home Economics.
"Uh, I don't think so." Paula joked.
Ziva groaned, "I really don't wanna go back to that class, I hate him."
"You know hate backwards is et-ah."
Ziva grinned, "Where do you come up with this?"
Paula shrugged as they both sat down, "I have four older brothers, remember?"
"Hey, if you want a sister you can have Jeanne."
Paula laughed, "I'm good."
Ziva groaned, "Are you sure? She comes potty-trained and everything."
Paula laughed again and shook her head, "I have a dog that can do that."
"She's free." Ziva added. "Comes with clothes too."
"Ziva, give it up." Paula said.
Ziva sighed, "You're probably right but there's always Craigs list."
"Izaac, man, Izaac did you hear?" some random person said as they ran up to him after his History class.
Izaac, being a somewhat kind guy, decided to answer, "Hear what?"
"That," he panted. "That Ziva chick. She's selling your kids' on Craig's list!"
Izaac rolled his eyes as he slammed his locker shut, "Really? I can't believe her!" Izaac said sarcastically.
"Yeah, she was talking to that Paula chick in Home Ec."
Izaac sighed, "Man, I can't believe it, what's gonna happen to little Ryker, Levi, and Summer?"
"Man, she's already showing, that's why she's wearing that hoodie today, by the way. But you guys already picked out names?"
"Who said I got a choice? All I know is I got a text saying she already picked out names, and had the nursery done."
"How many weeks is she?"
Izaac shrugged, "Seven?"
The teenage boy leaned against the set of lockers, "So, man, how was she?"
Izaac furrowed his eyebrows at the boy, "Was she what?"
"You know, in bed."
Izaac chuckled and grinned, "Unimagineable. I can't even remember."
"Izaac! You're late!" Zeus shouted as he ran into the martial arts studio.
"Sorry, I got caught up in something." Izaac panted.
Zeus rolled his eyes, "Seventy push-ups and then once Ziva is done with Todd, you'll work with her."
"Aw, come on!" Izaac shouted.
"Maybe if you come on time, next time…"
Izaac rolled his eyes and then dropped to the floor, pushing his body up and down, clapping his hands in between.
Once he finished, Todd walked over at him and shoved the gloves into Izaac's chest.
"Thanks, a lot dude. If I never have kids I know who to blame." Todd muttered as he walked away.
Izaac clicked his tongue in frustration but walked over to where Ziva was practicing handstands.
"I have a comment I just choose not to say it." Izaac said as he strapped on the gloves.
Ziva glared at him and stood up back on her feet, "Whatever."
He glanced down at her attire and chuckled to himself, she smirked, "Maybe I am pregnant." She replied.
Izaac grinned, "That or your bloated."
Ziva opened her mouth and glared at him before she collided her foot with the side of his head and the side of his nose. He came back quickly and side-swiped her in the side. She grabbed her side but kicked him square in the chest. His right hand came into defense mood and sliced the air near her face, but she ducked backwards just in time.
She used a frontwards kick which he hopped back from, she threw punches left and right, of which he dodged, caught, or got hit with.
"Who *punch* said * punch* I *punch * started * my period?" Ziva asked.
Izaac grinned, "Well, you're a girl. That's what girls do."
Ziva rolled her eyes, "Ever heard of late bloomers?"
"Then you must be really late."
Ziva frowned and kicked him, where he least expected it, again, but this time he grabbed her ankle and she went down with him.
She hit her head pretty hard as she hit the ground, and then for her everything went dark.
"I can't believe you beat up a pregnant girl." Somebody whispered.
She could tell they were sitting fairly close to her because she could feel their warmth radiating off of her.
Ziva groaned and ran a hand over her throbbing head.
"Don't sit up to quickly." Izaac said.
Of course she did exactly what he said not to do and immediately regretted it.
"Told you so." Izaac said as he stood up. Even though her vision was a little blurred she could see the blood on his shirt.
He pressed something cold to her forehead, "You probably have a concussion. You hit your head on the floor."
Ziva nodded groggily, "I noticed."
Her breathing staggered, "I wanna go home."
"Your parents are coming." Izaac stated.
"How long was I out?" Ziva asked.
Izaac looked down at his watch, "Three and a half minutes maybe?"
"My stomach hurts." Ziva said as she rubbed her sides.
"There's a bathroom over there." Todd said, pointing in a blurred direction.
"Hey, why don't you go get her backpack?" Izaac suggested and Todd nodded, leaving quickly.
"Hey, listen to me." Izaac said, holding up a group of fingers. "What's your name?"
"Ziva."
"When were you born?"
"November 12th."
"How many fingers and I holding up?"
Ziva sighed, "Four."
"How about now?"
"One."
"Now?"
"Seven."
"Alright, I'll let you have that one, since not everyone knows the thumb is not a-"
"Ziva! Ziva!" Abby shouted as she and Kate ran into the nurse's office.
"Ah! Not so quiet." Ziva hissed as she covered her ears tightly.
"She has a concussion." Izaac stated in reference to Abby's confused face. "Not thinking clearly is kinda common."
"And how would you know?" Abby hissed.
"I have six older brothers."
"Yeah, maybe that's why my sister got a concussion." Kate said angrily.
"Hey, it wasn't my fault. You sign a waiver saying that it is possible that you'll get hurt. You don't I'm hurt? She broke my nose."
"Her brain could be broken!" Abby shrieked.
"You can't break a brain." Ziva said. "Now, stop fighting."
Abby rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest, "Fine."
The remainder of the Martial Arts class came and walked into the office, "Dude, I can't believe you beat up a pregnant chick." A boy named, Andrew, muttered.
"I'm not pregnant." Ziva said angrily. "I'm not pregnant! So go tell everybody that, since rumors about me spread so quickly." she repeated again, louder this time. She gave them a deathly glare, "Now get out."
"Apologize, first." Izaac instructed them.
"What?" Ziva asked.
"Apologize." Izaac growled as he pinched the skin of Andrew's neck.
"Sorry." They all muttered.
"Now, let's go." Izaac muttered. He handed Ziva the ice pack and her back pack from Todd, before shoving them all out the door.
"Okay, now you can kill him." Abby whispered.
Ziva rolled her eyes and sighed, "My head feels like a thumb that just got slammed in a door.
"Ziva!" Jenny said as she and Jethro rushed into the office.
"Hi. Not so loud please." Ziva murmured.
Gibbs gently removed the ice pack and looked at her head.
"It'll leave a bump." He replied.
"Ziva, how many siblings do you have?" Jenny asked cautiously.
Ziva groaned as she tried to think, "Four." She finally said.
"From Oldest to Youngest."
"Jeanne, sadly. Kate. Logan. And…"
Kate's face fell after a few moments of silence, "Come on, you picked the name yourself."
Ziva painfully smiled, "Her name is Brett."
"What's sixty divided by twelve?"
"Seven?"
"Yeah, I think that's just bad math." Kate said.
"Yeah well, she's still gonna go to the hospital after we drop you off." Jenny explained as she helped Ziva down off the lounging chair.
"I feel like I'm gonna throw up." She said as she caught and rubbed her head.
"Yeah, well, that's why I didn't take my car."
"Where's Jeanne?" Jenny asked as Ziva slowly shrugged on her book bag.
"Yeah, about that. She's not coming." Abby said.
"Why? Her sister just got drop kicked." Jenny said.
"School Assembly." Abby said simply.
"Explains a lot."
"You can't sit right there and watch her all night." Gibbs said as he stood in the doorway. Jenny looked over at him from her spot on Ziva's bed; she watched her daughter's chest rise and fall. She was afraid at any moment it would never come back up.
"Then I'll wake her up." Jenny stated.
"Doctor says rest is the best thing."
"But, to wake her up three times to make sure she's okay." Jenny contoured.
Jethro came and kissed the side of her head, "She's fine Jen."
Jenny sighed, "Can you at least get me the baby monitor?"
Jethro simply shook his head but left to fetch the monitor and returning quickly. He set next to her bed on the dresser and handed Jenny the receiver before pulling her up and nearly forcing her to leave.
"So, Kate, Jackson, and…Camden have the twins." Jenny stated slowly.
"And who is Camden?"
Jenny shrugged, "A friend she met at school, they were going to go to the park before this happened."
"Camden is a unisex name, elaborate." Gibbs instructed.
Jenny smiled, "Jethro, he's a good boy. Straight A student, plays basketball, football, and Lacrosse-"
"I don't care, Jen. He's a boy."
"But you have a boy now, you can't use that excuse anymore. Besides, your father is with them, and the twins."
Jethro smirked, "Jen, yesterday I think my father called Brett, Logan. Or the other way around."
"They'll be fine. They were just going skate boarding." Jenny soothed.
Gibbs sighed and nodded, "Fine, I trust you. I trust her anyway."
They heard a car door shut and then keys clink together before it opened.
"I'm home." Jeanne shouted as she walked into her home, still dressed in her cheerleading uniform.
Jenny and Jethro looked in the direction of their front door, "Where were you? Your sister was hurt!"
"I know." Jeanne shrugged.
"You know?" Gibbs asked through gritted teeth.
Jeanne nodded, "I mean, I heard."
"So, why didn't you go check it out?" Jenny asked.
"We had to get ready for the assembly!" Jeanne exclaimed.
"Jeanne, your grounded." Gibbs said simply.
"What! I don't get grounded. Everybody else gets grounded."
"Well, now you're everybody else." Jenny stated happily.
Jeanne stomped her foot and shrieked loudly, "Are you serious!"
"Yes. Now, hand it over." Gibbs said, his hand outstretched.
"You can't be serious." Jeanne said.
"Hold on, Jethro…wasn't she already grounded?"
Gibbs nodded, "Yup. Now it's even longer. Now, Jen, can I have the coach's phone number? Since Jeanne can't remember what I tell her…"
"I'll go get it." Jenny said, leaving to go find the PTA book.
"Daddy-"
"Daddy isn't always gonna work Jeanne. You were grounded before but I was too focused on the twins to remember that, but you remembered, and don't lie and say you didn't cause you did, I know you have a conscience. Now, no Cheer, no Drama, no Choir, no phone, no Mall, no new clothes, and you're gonna have chores around the house."
"But Ziva and Kate don't have chores!" Jeanne shouted.
"Kate washes the dishes on Wednesday and Thursday, Kate cleans the windows. Ziva washes the cars Saturday, she vacuums the living room, and she watches the twins sometimes. Now we assigned chores to you, but you never did them. So now…they get the week off, and you have to pull their weight." Gibbs clarified.
Jeanne sighed loudly and tapped her foot angrily, "But it's not fair. It's like Ziva and Kate do everything right."
"That's not true. They admit that they make mistakes, the fess up to them. You simply blame them on other people, now stop stalling and go get your phone and anything else electronic." Gibbs ordered sternly.
Jeanne moaned again but marched upstairs quickly and into her room, slamming and throwing things from what he could hear.
That was until he heard feet shuffle on the carpeted stairs.
"You're supposed to be asleep." Gibbs stated as Ziva stood at the near top of the stairs.
"I heard you guys yelling." Ziva said dazedly. "And I felt like I had to throw up."
"Does your head still hurt?"
Ziva nodded.
"Just, sit right there and don't move." Gibbs stated.
Ziva obeyed and sat down on the step and put her head on her knees.
Gibbs gave her a cup of Orange juice and a Tylenol, let her swallow, and then helped her stand.
"Come on, you can sleep in our room, I'll even shut the door." Gibbs assured as he lead her up the stairs.
"Can I just have some ear plugs?"
"It was nice to meet you, sir." Camden Wells, said as he shook Jackson's hand.
"You too, son. I'm gonna go put the twins to bed." Jackson said.
"Let me help you." Jenny said taking Logan's blue and spotted carrier, and following Jackson up the stairs.
Kate but her lip before speaking up, "Um, Dad, this is Camden, he's my friend. Camden this is my Dad."
"Jethro." Gibbs said as he held out his hand, which Camden shook with a smile.
"Camden Wells, sir. You have an excellent skateboarder on your hands."
Gibbs smiled as Camden brushed some of his black, shaggy, hair from his face, "Yeah, we figured, when she picked up a snowboard when she was seven and shredded the hills."
Kate sighed and brought her palm to smack her head, "Slopes. Slopes, dad."
Gibbs nodded, "Right, well, it was nice to meet you." He said as he turned to answer his phone.
"You too, sir." Camden said. He looked at Kate and nervously smiled, "See you at school?"
Kate nodded, "Yeah."
They both shook hands, awkwardly, before Kate let Camden out.
"Alright, that was…awkward."
"Boss, you know, if I could I would take the kid but I can't, you know my apartment…" Michael Kyann, Gibbs's senior field agent said quickly as he rambled through the phone.
"He has no family?" Gibbs asked.
"Uh, no boss. It was just the father and the grandfather. Mom died when he was young and they got disowned by the rest of the family. I mean boss, I could just put him in the system for a little while but I mean since you have three girls, I would think-"
"Ok, Ky." Gibbs sighed. "We'll take him for a little while."
"Alright, thanks boss we'll be there in like thirty." Michael said before he hung up.
"Hey Jen, remember that case where we found the dead business man?"
Jenny nodded, "Yeah Why?"
"The guy had a kid, about the girl's age. No family. I was gonna let him stay with us for a while."
Jenny sighed, "Where's he gonna sleep?"
"The couch is a pull out couch." Gibbs said.
"How long?" Jenny asked.
Gibbs shrugged, "Mike said he'll give me the details when he gets here."
"Well, Jethro what about Ziva?"
"What about me?" Ziva asked as she carefully walked down the stairs, gripping the rail tightly before reaching the ground.
"I don't feel like I have to throw up anymore. I can see, clearly. And my head isn't killing me, it's just throbbing. As long as he's not a four year old, I'm fine." Ziva stated.
"I think that's just the medicine talking." Jenny said.
Ziva nodded, "Probably. Give me a few more hours and ask me then."
There was a strong knock at the door, which Gibbs got up to answer.
Special Agent Michael Kyann was a 'special' kind of agent. He had multiple haircuts which he changed often, he had sea green eyes, and he was had subtle around his chin.
"Boss."
"I thought you said you'd be here in thirty." Gibbs said as he welcomed his agent in.
"I meant, thirty seconds." Michael said.
"Right, now where's the kid?"
Michael pointed outside, "Getting his stuff out of the car."
Gibbs came and stood on his front step, squinting, just as the boy shut the trunk.
Gibbs's face fell and he frowned.
"Oh hell no."
Two cliffhangres in two chapters? What is up with me!