Just a short little chapter about a day in the life. I don't own the movie Hocus Pocus. I just think it is an awesome movie. And Sean Murray at 16 is simply adorable. I also want to thank everyone who has reviewed. I appreciate it immensely. It helps to know that people are reading and like the story.

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"Doesn't this kid look like a little McGee?"

Ziva squinted at the TV screen. She, Abby and Gibbs were watching Hocus Pocus. "A younger McGee. The boy is about what, sixteen? A much younger McGee . . . but I can see it."

Gibbs looked at Ziva and tied her squinting method. "I don't see it."

"I'm surprised you can see the TV Gibbs." Abby joked, handing him his glasses.

Gibbs put his glasses on. "I still don't see it."

"Gibbs look at him. He's adorable."

"Okay," Ziva began as she gripped the arm rest and Abby's knee and hoisted herself off of the couch. "That is enough movie watching for me."

"What are you talking about Zi, the movie just started?" Abby protested.

"I know, but I have to clean."

"Clean what? We haven't been here long enough to make anything dirty yet."

"We have been here for four weeks. That is plenty of time."

"Has it really only been a month?" Abby questioned. Ziva nodded as she scanned the room for anything out of place. "It seems like longer."

"I agree." The Israeli said as she made her way to the back of the room. "But it has not been."

"Ziva where are you going?"

"I am going to start working on the boxes in the playroom."

Abby groaned and turned back to the movie. This nesting deal was finally rearing its head.

"You have a playroom?" Gibbs asked.

"Oh yeah. Well it's not a playroom yet, but it will be once the baby's here. Right now it's storage." She tucked her legs under herself and turned around, leaning over the back of the sofa. "You're supposed to be on bed rest!" She yelled toward Ziva's general direction.

"I am allowed four hours of freedom a day!" Ziva yelled back.

Abby pursed her lips. "He said twenty hours minimum!"

"I am not going to be doing jumping-jacks Abby!"

Abby turned around and sat back down with a huff, her arms folded over her chest. "There is no reasoning with that woman when she's pregnant."

"Just when she's pregnant?" Gibbs asked with a smirk.

Abby laughed and relaxed against the back of the couch. "You're right Gibbs." She turned her head to the left and looked at Gibbs with a smug look on his face. "Not that I'm surprised." She spent the next minute looking from the TV screen to Gibbs back to the TV to the doorway Ziva had disappeared around to the TV to Gibbs back to the doorway. Why did things always happen during her favorite movies?

"Go Abby." Abby looked toward the back of the room. "Halloween's not for another . . . two months? It's only September." It was a Halloween tradition of Abby's that she got through her very extensive collection of Halloween movies during the month of October. She usually started October 1st watching one movie a night up until October 30th. However, her collection had grown in the time of Ziva's absence and so she had a lot more movies to get through and had to start a little earlier than usual. She had grabbed her entire DVD collection when she'd gone back to DC for her visit, but even so it wasn't yet time to begin her yearly Halloween-movie-marathon-tradition. She just wanted to watch Hocus Pocus. "You'll have plenty of time to watch this movie"

"I'm going." Abby got up and stopped in front of Gibbs, bending down to his level so he could place a kiss on her cheek. With a smile she skipped off in search of Ziva. "Hey Zi?"

Abby found Ziva in the back corner of the playroom sitting on the floor with a large box tilted on its side in front of her. "Yes Abby?" She asked, not looking away from the contents of the box as she sorted through it. They didn't even have anything to move into the house, she had no idea where all of these documents and such had come from.

"I'm here to help. What would you like me to do?"

"What about your movie?"

"I can watch it later. I just wanted to hang out with you today."

Ziva looked up from the box. "I am sorry Abby I didn't realize. I assumed you would want to spend time with Gibbs as his flight leaves tonight."

Abby carefully navigated her way through the maze of boxes and moved a few away so she could make a clear spot to sit beside Ziva. "I spent time with Gibbs." She nudged Ziva. "Now I want to spend some time with you. Is that okay?" She didn't mean it to come out harsh, she genuinely wanted to know because if Ziva needed some space she would give it to her. "Because if you'd rather be alone-"

Ziva reached over and took hold of Abby's chin, bringing her close enough to place a gentle kiss on her cherry-red lips. "It is always okay."

Abby smiled and pulled over a box. "How do we have so much stuff? Where did it all come from?" She pulled out handfuls of various papers and wrappers.

"I do not know." Ziva answered. A silence came over both of them as they sorted the things they would keep and threw the stuff to be thrown out across the room into a box by the door to the kitchen. "Ow." Ziva brought a hand to her stomach and struggled to catch her breath.

"What happened? Are you okay?" Abby was immediately on alert. If Ziva was in pre-term labor again she would strap her to the bed and never let her leave.

Ziva coughed. "I am fine." She took a few deep breaths. "The baby has a good kick."

Abby brought her hands to rest over Ziva's belly. She smiled. "I can see that. We'll have to get her into soccer."

Ziva smiled. "Perhaps." Arguing with Abby about the sex didn't seem like the best use of her energy anymore. And she was beginning to believe that having a girl wouldn't be as bad as she had originally thought. Abby's hands stayed glued to Ziva's belly as the Israeli went back to sorting through the box. "I need something to do."

Abby turned her attention away from Ziva's belly as the baby ceased its movements and back to the box in front of her. "You're already doing something."

"I need to do something active. I cannot sit here getting . . . fat. I have gone running every day that I have been pregnant, with the exception of those few weeks I was sick. How am I supposed to get my body ready for labor and birth and keep in shape when I can't do anything? I have four hours, but I am not even allowed to get my heart rate up to anything that would do my body any good."

"What about your yoga classes? Yoga's supposed to be non-stressful, right?"

Ziva nodded. "It can be. However I had to cancel all my classes when I was put on bed rest."

"You could still teach like one or two classes a week. One a day or every other would still be complying with your bed rest. You know bed rest doesn't mean you have to be in bed. Just resting and sitting as much as possible. And as you said, you have four hours. Just teach one class."

Ziva took a minute to consider what Abby had said.

"And we have your follow-up appointment with Lawrence tomorrow. Maybe he'll change your incarceration order." She joked.

"I will ask him tomorrow about the yoga. It is a good idea." She leaned over and placed a sweet, gentle kiss on Abby's lips. "Thank-you."

Abby winked. "Anytime."

"I would like us to go out sometime."

"Okay." Abby nodded, not taking her eyes of the messy contents of the box in front of her.

"Not just to go out, but on a date." Abby's head popped up. "It just . . . it seems like it has been a long time since we have gone out on a date."

"It hasn't been all that long Zi."

"When was the last time?" She asked.

"I don't know." Abby tried to think. "Things have been crazy the last month with becoming new people - again, moving here, settling in, the new jobs and then I went back to DC and you had your fall. I can't remember."

Ziva nodded, looking down at her hands. "We have not had a date since we've been here."

"But we do stuff together all the time Zi."

"It is not the same." Ziva said with a shake of her head.

"Okay, so they may not be called dates, but we do date-like stuff all the time. We have dinner, we go to the beach, we watch movies, go to the park, to a game. There aren't many places to go around here, but I like what we do. Especially our post-date activities." She wiggled her eyebrows.

Ziva let out a short, almost sad chuckle. "Which we have not done in a week."

"That's because of your bed rest." She laid a supportive and understanding hand on Ziva's knee, rubbing soothing circles. "We're still in the process of moving in and getting to know the people around us, starting new jobs. We went out all the time while we were traveling. We'll get there again."

"When Abby? Not before the baby comes because even if Dr. Jacobs lessens my bed rest I will still need to be in bed for most of the day. And not after because we will have the baby and then we will be lucky if we get time to sleep, never mind sit and have a conversation. Everything is happening so fast. I d . . . I . . ." She shrugged.

Abby moved the boxes to the side and gathered Ziva in her arms. "Shh…It's okay sweetie. We'll do something. We're Abby and Ziva. We've had our lives threatened, we managed to create a relationship even though we worked 24/7, we've been all around the world… a little time constraint isn't going to stop us." Ziva chuckled. "I love you." She kissed the top of Ziva's head. "We don't need to date anymore. Dating is to find out about each other and gauge how long you could stand to have your partner around for. I knew from our first date, cruising around on my Harley that I was going to want to keep you around for a while."

Ziva laughed. "That was an amazing weekend."

"Yeah, see. We can still do that. Well obviously not here cause there are no roads and not when you're pregnant cause it's not safe, but after the baby comes we can hire a sitter, rent a bike and spend a day just driving. Our lives aren't going to end when you have the baby."

Ziva took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "You are right I'm sorry. Hormones." She explained.

Abby smiled. "I like the hormones. I hope they stick around. If they don't well then we'll just have to keep you pregnant all the time."

Ziva scoffed. "I think not."

Abby stood up and held her hands out to Ziva. "Then I guess I'll just have to hope that some of these hormones stick around."

Ziva wiped her eyes and took Abby's hands, pulling herself up with the taller woman's help. "I am looking forward to the day when I can get up without help."

"I know you are. But you know it's not such a horrible thing to need help once in a while." She wrapped her arms as tightly as she could around the Israeli, smiling as she felt the baby kick between them.

"Thank-you." Ziva whispered into Abby's hair.

"For what?"

"For being here. I have never had a serious relationship before you. I dated and I slept with people, but it never went any further than that." She pulled back and tucked a stray lock of hair behind Abby's ear so she could look into her eyes. "I have learned a lot. And I am glad that it was you who taught me."

Not it was Abby's turn for tears. She took a breath and choked back as much of the tears as she could. "You should write a book." They both laughed. "No really. You're very good with words."

Ziva reached up and wiped Abby's eyes with a single finger. "I have not always been so good at expressing how I feel. I am glad that my words touch you so deeply." She noticed that glint in Abby's eyes. That glint that almost always ended with some post-date activity or another regardless of whether or not they had been on a date prior to the glint appearing. However, Ziva needed to keep her heart rate down and as such the bedroom . . . or any room really, was staying PG rated. She gave Abby a gentle push toward the door. "You need to take Gibbs to the airport and I need to take a nap."

"I wanna take a nap." Abby protested.

"You need to take Gibbs-"

"Yeah yeah, to the airport I know." She put her arms out at the doorframe, refusing to budge another inch. She pouted. "I'll join you when I get back?"

Ziva smiled and took a few slow steps towards Abby. Sure she was in her third trimester, but she could still pull off sexy. She gently grasped Abby's face with both hands and slowly brought the scientist in for a slow kiss. "As long as you only intend on sleeping."

Abby winked. "Of course." She snuck another kiss before skipping back into the living room. Ziva watched from the doorway as Abby basically bounced over to Gibbs and threw her arms around his neck in an excited hug. She cast a glance around the playroom. It had looked better before she had decided to start 'cleaning' it up, but it could wait until later. There was someone she had to say good-bye to.

Gibbs looked out the window from his seat in first class on a plane bound for Paris. It would take longer to go from Australia to Paris then onto DC, but there needed to be as little a trail left as possible. He looked away from the window once he was sure they weren't going to head straight into the ocean below. He wasn't used to first class, much less a seat in a normal, commercial plane. He was more of a cargo hold kind of guy. They were what he knew. He trusted them. He reached a hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out the envelope Abby had handed him before he boarded.

"It's from Ziva and Me."

He gentle pulled off the tape holding the envelope closed and pulled out the contents within.

'Dear Gibbs-

The circumstances under which you came to be here weren't exactly the best, but we are glad that you got to come. To see what we have made for ourselves and that we're okay. I know it doesn't need to be said, but please don't tell anyone Ziva's alive, where we are, what we're doing or about the baby. Take this picture though. You can say it was taken before everything happened and yeah. We'll get you a picture of the baby once it's born . . . somehow. We love you Gibbs.

Love,
Your Girls'

Gibbs put the letter back in the envelope - he would burn it later, and turned the picture over. He smiled. They were his girls, Abby and Ziva. Blood didn't determine who was a parent. He was more of a father to Ziva than Eli David would ever be. He lowered his chair back and closed his eyes. He would find a special place for them. There was an empty space beside the picture of Kelly and Shannon he had taped up on his workbench. It was only fitting that his other two girls went there as well.