A/N: Hey guys! Happy Thursday! :D We will see our favorite agents at work :D. But first it will be kind of serious. Um, I will be busy on Saturday but I will update on Sunday. And Monday, and then my birthday is Tuesday :D and a new NCIS so I can't update on Tuesday. But I still love you guys :) Ok, on with the chapter.

Disclaimer: I only own 4 people, Samantha, Marcus, and Ziva's twins. Other than that I own nothing.

PREVIOUSLY ON 'HELP!'

"Awesome Zi. This is amazing. Congrats Zi." He said. I completely melted. I could not be mad at him.

I smiled, "Thanks Tony." I walked past him and saw Samantha with my clothes trying to match them.

Tony and I just watched her. She was singing to herself to concentrate obviously. She matched at least 3 outfits already. After about 5 minutes, Samantha said without looking up "I know that you guys are standing there looking at me putting the outfits together."

Tony and I just stared at each other. "How did you know that?" Tony asked

"I can sense people normally. If not, that's why I always carry a weapon just in case." She said looking up with a smile.

I walked over to her and saw the outfits all laid out. They looked good. She had a great taste in style. "This looks great Sam. Thank you." I said to her and smiled. I had to give her a hug.

"No problem Mama. You need some new accessories anyway. We need to go shopping again sometime soon." Samantha said. Tony and I laughed and shook our heads. She was definitely my fashion coach.

After Tony left, Samantha and I made dinner. I was craving spaghetti. And I knew Samantha loved it so that's what we were having for dinner. I found some toast bread in the freezer and I put it in the oven while Samantha cooked the spaghetti. When I put the bread in the freezer, I went to the living room where my clothes were. I picked them up and I hung all of the outfits but 1 in my closet. That one I would wear tomorrow.

Samantha called me "Mama! Dinner is ready and the bread will be ready in 3-2-1." And sure enough, the oven started beeping telling that the bread is done. I walked back to the kitchen and saw that Samantha was draining putting the sauce on the noodles. I pulled the bread out of the oven and got us some drinks. I saw some ginger ale and I got some for myself. I turned around to ask Samantha was drink does she want but she was staring at me concerned. "Ziva, are you feeling ok? Do I need to call somebody?"

I nodded my head, "I feel fine. Just wanted some ginger ale. What do you want to drink?"

Samantha thought about it, "Eh, a Sprite would be fine, thank you." She said. I grabbed her a can of Sprite while she got our plates together and we sat at the table.

The dinner was passed with light conversation. We were both tired and I know it. I could see something was bothering Samantha deep down inside of her. I am worried a little worried for her. She was smiling but her eyes told a different story.

After dinner, I offered to wash dishes while she gets in the shower and we will talk later. She complied and got in the shower. I wanted to know what was going through her mind.

SAMANTHA'S POV

The way I deal with my feelings, bottle them up and deal with them later. I have never been the type to deal with them in public or with anybody I don't trust. But I trust Ziva and I guess I will tell her. I could tell that she was concerned and I don't want to worry her.

I got of the shower and I put on a tank top with some Capri pajamas. I put my hair up and walked into the living room. To my surprise, Ziva has a candy and a water waiting for me. She smiled at me while she was eating some more pickles. I need to keep in mind that I will need pickles for her everywhere she goes. I went over and grabbed my candy and sat down across from her in our 'normal' spots.

We sat in silence for a few minutes and I avoided eye contact. I wanted to get myself together before I said anything. I finally looked up to her and said "I'm scared Ziva." I said simply.

Ziva looked confused but then she seemed like she understood. "Sam, what are you scared of?" She spoke softly to me.

I decided to then start crying. "What would happen to my mother when she gets out of the hospital? She lost some memory and the doctors said she could go to sleep and never wake up. What would happen to me? Will I go to the same school? Will I still be able to cheer? Oh my gosh!" I was hyperventilating at this point. I already lost one parent and the possibility of losing the other one?

Ziva put her pickles down and scooted over towards me. Before she got any closer, I just curled up in a ball and lied down on Ziva's lap. I always do this with my mother when we talk. For some reason, Ziva did not seem so shocked to see me do this. Her sister Tali must have done it with her when she was younger. She ran a finger through my hair which I did not realize came out of it's bun.

"Sam, it will be fine. Everything will be fine. You have nothing to worry about. You will still be able to cheer and you will still be able to go to the same school. Everything will turn out just fine." She said trying to comfort me. I don't know why this is making me feel better but it is. Honestly, I always think of the worse so I won't be surprise when it actually happened. If I try and think positive all of the time, all of the possibilities turn for the worse. I learned that a long time ago.

Ziva was singing to me softly in I guess Hebrew. She sounded beautiful. I don't remember the whole song but I fell asleep in her lap.

The next morning, I'm still on the couch. I'm not shocked because I honestly did not expect Ziva to carry me into my room. Especially because she is pregnant. I would have thrown a fit if she tried to carry me.

I heard Ziva humming to herself in the kitchen. I decided to take a morning shower and get dressed. About 30 minutes later, I was dressed and I was going into the kitchen where Ziva was eating toast and drinking orange juice. "Good morning Sam." She said with a smile

I smiled back at her, "Good morning Mama." I walked over to her and gave her a hug. I bent down and started talking to her stomach "Good morning mini ninjas! How are on this lovely, beautiful, Summer morning?" Ziva started to laugh at me.

I chuckled and I got some cereal out and some milk. I started to eat quickly. I did not want to hold her up.

After I finished my breakfast, I grabbed my stuff and we headed to NCIS. I went to sleep in the car because this was way too early for me on a summer day.

When we got there, I went to the bullpen with Ziva. I was surprised that I had my ID in my bag. Normally, I would leave it somewhere crazy.

When we got to the bullpen, Tony and McGee was there working. "Hey Tony! Hey McGee!" I said with a smile. It was good seeing them all in action.

They looked and smiled at me "Good Morning Sam." They said as a union and they got back to work.

Ziva chuckled "Well, well, well. Tony is doing work? What is going on today?" She joked. I chuckled and Tony rolled his eyes.

"Leave me alone." He pouted teasingly

Everyone in the bullpen laughed. I asked "Where is Gibbs?"

Tony and McGee answered "Coffee."

I nodded my head. "Ah." I said and I took out my IPad. I started to play some games on it.

This was going to be a boring day. I thought that anyway. It was until Gibbs said "Grab your gear!" That I knew today would be interesting.

A/N: Ok, you will get the other part of the chapter like Sunday. If I have time on Saturday to update, I would. But I'm just not sure. Lol, so this week was my school's spirit week (we have two a year. One in the fall and another in the spring.) and it was tiring! That's why I'm so tired and feeling.. Blah this week.

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