I can't apologise enough, for the lack of updates with this story. I suffered writers block for a while, on top of college stress, and uni prep. Life has been hectic, but I am trying to make more time for this story. So here is chapter 13. Thank you soo much, to everyone who has read or has just begun reading this story, it means an awful lot.

Anyway, enough of my damn babbling. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, or any of the characters.

After spending some time together outside of work; Abby and Ziva had decided to do it again the following weekend, with the boys agreeing. During the week; they had had fairly easy open and shut cases, nothing too complex for the Major Case Response Team.

They had decided that Abby and McGee were to go over to Tony and Ziva's apartment; where they would watch a few DVD's and have a catch up and friendly chat about the week's events. That morning; Ziva had sent Tony out to the supermarket, to buy some snacks for them all to have, when their friends arrived. Whilst Tony was out; Ziva had showered and changed, and was currently resting on the couch, when he came through the door.

"Ziva? I'm back." He placed the groceries on the kitchen table, shrugging his coat off, before joining her on the couch.

"Hi." He kissed her supple lips briefly, before both their attentions turned to the TV.

"What are we watching?"

"MI-5."

"A bunch of undercover, British, hardened, TV agents, fighting crime, to save the world? Sounds perfect for you."

"It is bondage, as you said, yes?"

"Chicks and their Brits." He muttered under his breath; whilst applying small, gentle strokes, across his wife's stomach.

"I married you did I not? You should be happy."

"I am happy. Just don't understand, what's so great about British men?"

"You have watched James Bond. That should answer your question."

"You really love crime fighters, don't you?"

She smirked, before turning in his direction, allowing him to freely see the amused look on her face. "I do love a good cop. The lifestyle is, invigorating, yes?"

"You could say that." Neither paid attention; when a bomb exploded across the screen; sending the team of agents flying to the ground, with a loud thud, illuminating the room in an ominous orange glow.

Instead, Tony used his free hand, to graze his knuckles along the edge of Ziva's cheek, smiling as she leaned into his touch instinctively, his other hand still softly, stroking the cocoon in her stomach, where their children resided. They were brought out of their moment; when incessant knocking began, they knew it was Abby, only she would knock that much, when she was excited.

Tony was literally attacked in a bone-crushing hug; once he had opened the door, it had taken both his and McGee's strength to pry her away. Ziva had chosen to remain by the couch; clearing the coffee table, to make room for whatever snacks her husband had bought. Tony had invited their friends in; before anyone could stop her, Abby ran over, and pulled Ziva into a tight hug, luckily she wasn't as crushed as Tony was.

He had vaguely heard Ziva, explain to Abby something about the babies; he knew that was the reason for Abby's sudden shoot back, and lightning speed apology.

"Ok. So, who's up for some MI-5?"

"Ooo. Who put that on?"

"I did."

"Oh great, Ziva. That sounds awesome, huh Timmy?"

"Abs? How many Caf-Pow's you had this morning?"

"Not that many." Both Tony and Ziva turned in McGee's direction, raising their eyebrows, expecting the answer Abby was not giving.

"Seven." They both groaned in sync, knowing the day consisted of, fast-paced conversations, and an over-hyperactive Abby. More or less, taking care of a child, hyped up on sugar.

"Well come on guys. Let's watch it. It looks great. Oh, did you see that? Lucas North just pulled his gun on that guy. God he's hot, huh Ziva?"

"He is good looking, yes." When she was asked that question, her eyes locked onto Tony's immediately, and left once she had answered, indicating clearly, who she was talking about. Nor McGee or Abby seemed to notice this.

Once Abby had calmed down a little; they got settled on the couch and loveseat. McGee and Abby sat together on the couch, whilst Ziva situated herself on the edge of the loveseat, waiting for Tony to sit behind her. He had gone to the kitchen to gather the popcorn, and gummi bears he had secretly bought Ziva as a treat.

On his way through, he handed McGee the popcorn, and sat behind Ziva, spreading his legs for her to rest in his lap, she accepted the invitation, and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He passed her the bowl of gummi bears, and revelled in the brief excitement on her face. Both their hands fiddled inside the bowl; grabbing a mixture of multi-coloured bears, popping a handful in their mouths at once in sync with one another.

"How come you invited us here anyway, Tony?" Three heads snapped in one direction, looking towards the source.

"McGee!" Abby scolded him, smacking his arm. Tony and Ziva remained silent, slightly bemused by their co-workers. "They wanted to spend time with us. That's why we're here."

"Don't want to spend time with us, McTim?" Tony smirked to himself, enjoying watching his colleague squirm, whilst trying to comprehend an answer.

"That's not what I-I meant."

"Ok, McStutter." He couldn't stop the laugh from rolling of his tongue; it allowed Ziva to feel the vibrations in her back, she pinched his leg, her nails slowly digging into the fabric of his jeans. His yelp was more than enough satisfaction.

McGee, Abby and Tony re-focused on the TV, whilst Ziva frowned downwards at her stomach. Their co-workers were oblivious as to what was bothering Ziva, however Tony had noticed within a few seconds, and was soothing her stomach.

He noticed that it wasn't working, and whispered into her ear. "What's the matter?"

"I am fat."

"You're pregnant. Not fat. It's our children's home. For now." He rubbed his hand back and forth over the top of her slightly swollen stomach.

She sighed in agreement, and linked their hands, sinking further into him.

A minute later, the entire team jumped out of surprise, when Abby dived out of her seat, with a shocked expression on her face.

"Abby?" McGee had placed the bowl down on the coffee table, and looked up at Abby.

"What is the matter?" Ziva turned in her husband's arms, both of them observing Abby.

"We're outta popcorn! McGee ate it all." She pointedly accused her co-worker, aiming her arm out towards him.

"McPoppers, stuffed the popcorn for yourself?"

McGee hesitantly defended himself, whilst simultaneously accusing Abby. "Actually, Abby's the one who ate more."

Abby then placed her hands on her hips in a defensive manner, obviously prepping herself for a little arguing.

"It does not matter Abby. We have more popcorn in the kitchen. And you can share these gummi bears with us." Ziva lifted the bowl from her lap for emphasis, shoving it in her friend's direction. Abby happily stepped forward, pulling the bowl out of Ziva's hands greedily, before satisfyingly sitting back on the couch, re-focusing on the TV. McGee, Tony and Ziva shared confused, yet amused looks.

It was almost another hour til they showed disinterest in MI-5; Abby was the first one to enlighten the team on the comparisons she had made between the seven Caf-Pows she had had.

No-one was majorly intrigued by the conversation, but paid attention none the less. They spent the better part of the afternoon, discussing the cases they had worked that week, and insulted and praised each other's interrogation tactics. McGee had bared the brunt of Tony's insults, whilst Ziva's got consistently praised by both her husband and Abby.

It was around seven by the time; Tony and Ziva were alone, still peacefully resting in the comfort of each other on the loveseat. Ziva was half way to dozing in his arms, with the soothing motions of his hands over her stomach; she began muttering in Hebrew, causing Tony to question her.

"You ok?"

It was another minute, before she responded to him, gently rolling her head around on his chest. "Do you think we will be able to protect them from danger?"

"I think; we'll try our damndest to."

"I just... I do not want our children exposed to the type of childhood I had."

"I promise our children will never have that kind of childhood, Zi. They'll have the most, loving, dysfunctional family, we dreamed of, when we were kids."

She craned her neck to look up at him, her eyes softening. "You really mean that?"

"With my heart Zi." He kissed her lips tenderly, pouring all his promises into the kiss he gave. "With my heart."

I actually had to research the programmes on BBC America, as I was unsure what British shows are shown over there. I decided to use Spook's aka MI-5, because of the 'bondage thing' that Ziva said to Tony in early season 8. No idea why I'm trying to use American idioms and such in my story, probably because it's an American show. Keeping it real, as they say. Anyway, as usual reviews are very much welcomed and highly appreciated. Thanks.