Hey readers! Hope you've been good!
11/11/11 - a special day that happens every 100 years. Remembrance day, a day to remember all those soldiers who died for our freedom...
So, it's my BBF's birthday today, and I thought I'd update just for her, because I don't think I'll have updated otherwise.
Anyway, enjoy the chapter! And Happy birthday, Mukta!

2 years later

The plane landed on the ground, bringing the passengers down and landing them in the country of the United States of America. An Israeli woman, probably in her fifties or so, looked over at her husband who had taken the window seat. Or what would have been the window seat, if they had not been sitting in world class.

"Husband?"

The man looked over at her. "Yes, Rosalina?"

She smiled a little. "We have arrived."

He turned and looked out the window. "I suppose we have."

Rosalina got out her phone and dialed a very familiar number, putting the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" came the voice down the line.

"This is Rosalina David." She looked over at her husband. "The Director of Mossad has arrived in America."

Maria smiled as she picked up the two year old that was currently trying to run manic through the whole house. "Anthony! Stay still!"

Little AJ DiNozzo giggled before continuing to run through to the kitchen. "No!"

Maria sighed and grabbed the little boy. "It's bath-time, buddy."

AJ squirmed in her arms. "No!"

"You can take your toy boat into the bath."

AJ seemed to consider this. "Bath!"

Maria laughed. "Alright then." She frowned when she heard the phone ringing.

She was alone at home with AJ, since Tony and Ziva were at work at the Navy Yard and Kate and TJ were at school, although Maria was on her holidays, taking a week out of college to relax before heading back, so she wasn't exactly expecting anyone to call. Everyone who would usually call Ziva knew that she was at work, so they would either call her mobile or send her an email.

She picked up the phone, holding AJ on her hip with one arm. "Hello?"

"Maria?"

Maria nearly dropped the phone in shock. "M-mom?" She looked at the little boy on her waist, who was staring at her in curiosity, before turning her attention back to the phone. "W-why are you calling? It's three in the afternoon. Won't it be really late over in Israel?" She made her way upstairs to bath AJ.

She heard her mother chuckle. "I am not in Israel, my daughter."

Maria paused on the way upstairs. "Not in Israel?"

"No, I am not. In fact, I am in America. In Washington DC."

Maria choked on the air in her throat. "In W-W-Washington?"

"Yes, I am. Your father and I are on our way to what you all call the Navy Yard."

Maria smirked. "Really?" Ziva was in for a big surprise. It wasn't everyday that your step-mom came to where you worked. "Well, I'm at home right now…"

"That is nice. Are you with your sister?"

"You mean my half-sister, Ziva?" Maria placed AJ on the bathroom counter so that she could undress him. "No, she's at work." Maria slid AJ's t-shirt up over his head. "Why?"

"Ah, so she is at work."

Maria frowned. "Why is this so important?" She paused. "You're not going to go looking for her, are you?" The phone cut on the other side. Maria sighed and focused her attention back on AJ. "Your mommy's gonna be in for a big surprise, isn't she?"

AJ cocked his head in confusion before grinning with the few teeth he had. "Bath!"

Ziva sat back at her desk and closed her eyes.

She'd been doing paperwork for at least two hours straight, and things like that took a toll on the pregnant woman.

Yes, Ziva was pregnant. Again. She was in her thirty-first week, and there was only one week left until Christmas. The tiredness was already setting in, mostly due to the fact that she was always dumped with the paperwork but it could have also been due to the fact that she had three rambunctious kids at home.

"You asleep, Ziva?"

Ziva opened her eyes slowly at the sound of Gibbs' concerned voice. "I wish I was. I am exhausted."

Gibbs smiled. "Why don't you take a nap in the lab? The futon is down there, and Abby's replacement won't mind."

Ziva shook her head. "You still refuse to call her by her name?"

"To me, she'll always be Abby's replacement."

Ziva chuckled. "I don't want to take a nap in the lab, anyway. I would rather take one here."

"Wouldn't that be uncomfortable, honey?" Tony looked up from his pile of paperwork.

McGee looked up as well and nodded. "Yeah. You'd be better off in the lab."

Ziva shook her head. "I will not go down to the lab."

"Ziva…"

"Special Agent Gibbs!"

All three agents looked up to the catwalk, where to Director was standing. Gibbs sighed before going to join the Director on the catwalk, taking steps two at a time.

"Yeah, Vance?" he asked as soon as he got up there.

The Director beckoned him closer. "Your team has been chosen for protection duty. You've done it before, so I chose you."

Gibbs frowned. "Protection duty?" He looked down at his team. "I thought we were all on desk duty because of Ziva?"

"Being one agent down shouldn't harm you, Agent Gibbs," the Director pointed out. "You've done it before. You've even been two agents down a couple of times."

"Those were one-offs, Director," Gibbs sighed. "Ziva was too tired to come into work, and Tony had to look after the kids because Maria was at school and they all had chicken pox."

Director Vance sighed. "Agent Gibbs, your team has already been chosen for this due to experience. You can't back out now."

Gibbs turned back to the Director. "Who are we meant to be protecting anyway?"

The elevator dinged, and the three agents in the bullpen as well as the agent on the catwalk turned to see who was coming out of the elevator. All three agents gasped.

"D-d-dad?" Ziva stuttered.

The Director of Mossad walked into the bullpen and smiled at his daughter. "Hello, Ziva."

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