A/N: I am sorry for not updating, but I have the High School Exit Exam coming up and all I get is homework about it and yeah. Pressure and all. It's a lot. :/

Thanks for everyone who has been reviewing. I love that I got a whole bunch of reviews earlier today because FF wasn't working again. I hate that.

Oh, and sweet holy moly did you see Jet Lag? Wasn't it GREAT!? :D

Ziva sat at her desk, tapping her pencil. She wasn't really needed, as there was no case. McGee sat behind Upham's desk, and Upham was sitting at his desk. Gibbs was nowhere in sight, so the team was relaxing. They had all finished their paperwork, and were wondering what to do. McGee looked up, glaring at Ziva's tapping pencil.

"How's Noah?" McGee's question caused Ziva to stop tapping. She looked up for a moment, and then she started tapping again.

"He is good."

"How is he being affected by Tony?" Upham asked. He had known Noah for two years, and that kid had captured his heart the second Upham met him.

"He seems to be taking to him." Ziva said slowly, tapping her pencil harder. She missed the look of confusion passed between McGee and Upham.

"How, exactly?" McGee asked, and Ziva almost slapped her head. They were completely unaware that Tony and Noah spent last Saturday and well, today, together.

"They have spent some time together."

McGee quirked an eyebrow, his curiosity spiking. Standing up, he walked around Upham's desk and stood in front of Ziva's.

"I know, I should have told you. However, for the time being, I felt it was not necessary." McGee nodded, understanding. He was slightly sad that he didn't get to know, but for now, he would keep that to himself. Upham watched as McGee walked back over behind him, picking up the magazine he was flipping through.

"I had a conversation, though, with Tony about when would be the best time to explain."

"What?" Upham asked, taking his pen out of McGee's hands. Ziva watched as McGee fake slapped Upham.

"We had a conversation, yes. About Noah's interest in why Tony left."

"And?" McGee said, leaning towards Ziva. Upham was doing the same.

"We agreed that, before we ever do tell Noah, you should know. The team, that is."

McGee looked down at Upham. The rookie didn't exactly know how much the loss of Tony had been, to everyone. Sure, there was Ziva's obvious struggle, but the rest of the team had somehow struggled with comprehending the events. They all also had to deal with a pregnancy that no one had seen coming.

"I think that is rational." Upham said calmly. McGee was glad the younger agent had spoken up; otherwise it would have been an awkward silence.

Ziva checked her watch, realizing she had time. Daisy had agreed that at six, whatever Tony and Noah were doing would cease and they would come home. She would most likely leave by then. She looked up to see McGee and Upham looking at her expectantly. Sometimes, she found their alikeness weird.

Sighing, she put her thoughts together. She made the sentences in her mouth, and took a deep breath.

"We both messed up."

--

Noah was running around excitedly, his hands holding the prize he had just won. Maybe it was the slight heat that was an odd break from the rain, or possibly the cotton candy he had eaten earlier, but Noah was all over the place. Tony had a hard time keeping up with the excited three year olds, and eventually he stopped running. Noah stopped his running as well, looking back at his father. He expected Tony to keep up, but he suddenly remembered what Daisy had told him once.

"Noah, as you get older, things get a little bit harder. Not when you are my age, but more like your mom's age."

Walking back to Tony, Noah put the stuffed football on his father's knees and smiled.

"Getting old?" Noah watched as Tony grinned, or maybe smirked, at him. He lifted Noah up off the ground, and winked.

"Never." Tony said, standing up and slinging Noah over his shoulder. Noah laughed, patting his dad's back like he had seen Princess Fiona do in Shrek. Although, Tony wasn't green and Noah certainly wasn't a princess. Noah shook his head. No, he wasn't a princess.

Noah squealed as Tony walked through the people at the fair, and Tony only grinned at the looks he was getting. He saw another man doing the same thing, but the girl was screaming. Tony had to smirk at that.

"Where are we going?" Noah asked, and Tony took Noah off his shoulder. He held Noah against his hip, his hand under the tykes legs. Noah seemed comfortable there, and it wasn't going to pull on Tony's neck.

"We are going to find Daisy. I think she went to play a game."

"I want to play another game." Noah said, and Tony looked around. They were in the arcade area, surrounded by games. Pulling out a five dollar bill out of his pocket, Tony pointed.

"Which game?" He asked, and Noah pursed his lips. Finally, he pointed to something that had cars.

"That one!" He yelled, and Tony moved over to it. Soon, Tony smiled at the simplicity of the game and how it would be easy for Noah to play. Sitting him down, Tony paid the carnie and sat down to play against Noah. That way, Tony thought, if either of them won Noah could get a prize. The carnie told them how to play, and Noah smiled in anticipation.

"Ready? 3, 2, 1 squirt!"

Tony waited until Noah had aimed perfectly before lining up his squirt gun. Noah's car ended up beating his, and Noah jumped for joy. The carnie laughed at him.

"If you win again, you can get a bigger prize."

Somehow, Noah convinced Tony to pay five more dollars and they were playing again. Noah won again, and the carnie smiled kindly at Tony.

"Which one do you want big boy?" The carnie asked Noah. Noah looked over the prizes. He wanted the dog, but at the same time, he liked the tiger. Finally, he looked to Tony.

"Which one daddy?" Noah asked, and Tony shrugged.

"I like that tiger." Tony said, and Noah smiled.

"I do too!" He said, pointing to the green tiger.

After collecting his prize, Noah tucked it under his arm. Tony picked him up again, noticing that since it was getting dark, a bigger crowd was filling the fair. He pulled out his phone and handed it to Noah.

"Call Daisy, please?" Tony said, and Noah nodded. He moved the tiger and Tony took it under his other arm. Noah dialed slowly, and then he put the phone to his ear.

"Daisy, where are you?" Noah said, and Tony watched as his face changed. He nodded, and then looked at Tony.

"She's at the animal pens. Can we go there?"

Tony looked at his watch, checking to make sure they would have enough time. He wasn't going to break Ziva's "curfew" when he had miraculously been able to take Noah out in the first place. Seeing they had an hour, Tony nodded.

"Yes, we can." Noah's huge, excited smile made Tony's heart ache.

Stomaching the feeling, he turned around and walked towards the barns.

--

It was exactly 6:30, the time that Daisy said they would be home by, when there was a soft knock at the door. Ziva got up, fixing her. She had been dozing on the couch, and her hair was all over the place. She pushed it out of her hair, annoyed as it irritated her eye. She opened the door, and smiled at the sight of Daisy.

"Hey Ziva." Daisy said, walking in. She had a bag in her hand, but Ziva didn't get time to stare at it. She found herself somewhat mesmerized by the sight of Noah and Tony walking towards here. Something inside of her stirred. Something that she had thought dead. It was like her pregnant day dreams all over again. She blinked, and she realized that Noah was talking.

"And then I won this tiger. Isn't he pretty!?" Noah said, and Ziva nodded.

"Yes, he is very pretty. Head inside, I need to talk to Tony."

Tony looked up at the sound of his name, and he hugged Noah before the toddler ran inside.

"Hey, Daisy! Do you have any more coffin candy?"

Ziva looked at Tony, confused. Tony shook his head.

"You can ask him later." Tony shifted slightly, pulling his jacket tighter around his body. He was waiting for Ziva to speak, as she seemed eager too.

"I believe we should talk… about what happened." Ziva said slowly, trying to see if those words worked. Tony bit his lip, looking at his watch. He took a deep breath, looking Ziva straight in the eyes.

"I can't. I have work in twenty minutes."

Ziva felt body deflate, in a feeling that she hadn't felt in a while. Nodding, she started towards the front door.

"Oh, never mind then."

Tony caught her arm, making her look at him.

"I didn't say I didn't want to. I said, at the moment, I can't. But, I would like to talk about what happened. I'd like to try to work things out. I'd like to keep seeing you and Noah. I want to." Tony said, pulling a receipt out of his pocket. He hurriedly wrote his number there and handed the paper to Ziva.

"I want too." He said slowly, and Ziva nodded. Tony smiled, looking at his watch again.

"Crap, I can't be late again." He said, letting go of Ziva. He started towards the stairs when he stopped, looking back.

"Good night Ziva."

Tony was halfway down the stairs when he realized Ziva had been wearing the shawl he'd made Daisy pick out.

He smiled the rest of the night.