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Slowly walking into the room, Tony could not believe the scene. Ziva was lying on the white bed, looking whiter than the sheets themselves. There were so many tubes and wires connecting Ziva to the electronics beside the bed. Her left arm was in a cast, bandages covering her whole abdomen.

"How could anyone do this to someone?" Tony asked the air. "A husband is supposed to love his wife, not hurt her. Wake up, Zee-vah. We stopped the attack," Tony said, sitting down next to Ziva. "You promised," Tony reminded her. "I know how you don't like breaking promises."

Tony sat there urging Ziva to wake up, and it was beginning to get on the Israeli's nerves. All she wanted to do was sleep, but his constant voice and the beeping of the machines were keeping her from it.

"Do you ever shut up?" Ziva groaned, slowly opening her eyes to look at Tony.

"You're awake!" Tony exclaimed. "How do you feel?"

"Like shit. Is he dead?"

"Yep, dead before he landed,' Tony answered. "Gibbs and Jenny went to pick up A.J., JR, and Katie from daycare. I was so worried about you," he admitted. "I'm not as young as I used to be."

"I am never going to marry again," Ziva huffed. "If this is how it is, I do not want to go through it again."

"I trust me, I'm sure there's someone out there that is the perfect guy for you," Tony assured her, both thinking of who that guy was.

"I do not think he is out there," Ziva smirked.

"Why is that?" Tony asked slightly worried.

"Cause he is in the room," Ziva said and Tony's eyes went wide. "I never should have lied to you, Tony.

"You didn't really have a choice," Tony said, shrugging his shoulders as if none of it mattered.

"I wanted to tell you how I felt before you even started dating Jeanne again, but I was too stubborn and did not want to admit it."

"We've been given another chance though," Tony said, reaching his hand up to cup Ziva's cheek. "I do have a question though: Were you ever going to tell me about Katie?"

"Yeah, eventually," Ziva said. "When I first found out, I was trying to wrap my brain around the fact that I was actually pregnant. Before I could, Aba called me back to Israel and I was married to Chaim. I tried to contact you and tell you, but Chaim caught me and threatened me. Jenny kept in contact with me, and I was able to keep up with what was going on with you."

"Promise me that you will never leave again," Tony whispered, his feelings clearly displayed on his face. "I would'nt survive you disappearing like that again."

Before Ziva could reply, the door opened up, and Gibbs walked in with three excited three year olds.

"Ima!" Katie yelled, running towards Ziva's bed. Before the little girl could jump onto Ziva's bed, Tony caught her.

"Slow down, sweetcheeks. Ima doesn't feel too good," Tony told her, picking her up and sitting her on his lap. "If you be careful, I'll hold you up so you can give her a hug," Tony suggested and the little girl nodded.

"I missed you, baby," Ziva told her daughter in Hebrew as the two hugged.

"I missed you, too, Ima. I was a big girl while you were gone," Katie replied in the same language. "I got to play with A.J. and JR and Aunt Jenny let me play on her computer. I even got to go down to Abby's lab and dance to her music," the girl beamed from Tony's lap.

"That is good, honey," Ziva replied.

"Ima, is Tony my Aba?" Katie asked in English.

Leave it to the little girl to start talking English for everyone to hear that question, Ziva thought to herself. "Yes, Katie, he is," Ziva answered.

"I thought so, after all, he loves watching movies," Katie said, as it that piece of information was definite. The whole team laughed. "Did you know that my favorite movie is also his favorite?" the girl asked wide eyed.

"And what movie is that, sweetcheeks?" Ziva asked, keeping eye contact with Tony.

"Mr. and Mrs. Smith, of course," Katie replied, rolling her eyes at her mother. "You know that is my favorite movie. It is yours, too."

Gibbs stood against the far wall, smiling at the scene. He had known that the two would eventually get together yet he still had his doubts.

"Kind of makes you wish you had that, doesn't it?" Jenny asked from beside him.

"Yeah it does," Gibbs said, putting his hand on the small of Jenny's back and leaving the room. "I think we need to tell them the truth, Jen," Gibbs told her. "Maybe then they won't be afraid to admit their feelings for each other."

"I think it's a good idea. Besides, I don't think Rule Number 12 is valid anymore. Everyone on your team has broken it," Jen said, leaning back against Gibbs' chest.

"What do you mean everyone?" Gibbs asked.

"Are you that clueless?" Jen asked, looking back at the man. "McGee and Abby have been dating behind your back for the past year. I thought Abby would have told you by now."

"I guess not."

"All knowing Gibbs must be losing his touch," Jen smirked and Gibbs shook his head laughing.

Two weeks later

"I can walk on my own," Ziva protested when the nurse walked in pushing a wheelchair. "I am not an invalid."

"Ziva, you can barely walk to the bathroom without my help," Tony said from the edge of Ziva's bed. "Please do this for my sake if nothing else."

"Fine, but you will pay me," Ziva huffed.

"Owe, Zee-vah. I will owe you," Tony corrected her as she shot him a glare. "You know you love me."

"Keeping telling yourself," Ziva muttered.

At Tony's House

"I still do not understand why you insisted on me staying at your house," Ziva said as Tony helped her walk into his living room.

"Because you are not fit enough to take care of Katie and yourself," Tony explained for the fourth time since pulling into the driveway. "And because Gibbs never gave me a choice. He told me that if I did not take care of you then he would have Abby destroy all proof of me existing. Then, your father spoke up and mentioned something about Mossad torture techniques," Tony said, shuddering at the memory.

"Do not worry, my hairy little butt," Ziva said, patting Tony's cheek. "Now, where are the children?"

"Abby and McGee took them out for ice cream while I got you settled in," Tony explained, bringing Ziva a bottle of water from the fridge. "Which means I'm going to have my hands full trying to get them to sleep tonight."

"You are a good father," Ziva said, leaning up against Tony where she was comfortable. "When do you think Gibbs will let me go back to work?"

"Not for a while, sweetcheeks. You have to be able to walk around without your stomach hurting, first," Tony said, kissing the top of the impatient Israeli's head. "I love you, Zee-vah," he whispered into her hair.

"I love you, too, Tony," Ziva replied, sighing as she lay back against him.