Parents

It had been a rather tough case, not physically, but emotionally, even for the usually stoic Gibbs. Kidnapped wife and little girl, one panicked Staff Sargent Keegan, and a whole lot of work. In the end, though, 'justice prevails', as Ducky had put it, and the family had been reunited. The scene was heart-warming, particularly to Ziva and Abby, left behind in the Navy Yard while the rest of the team travelled to rescue said family. It had taken nearly two days, but all was well now.

" We owe you so much."

Mrs Keegan had been left as her husband and daughter finished speaking to Gibbs elsewhere. Ziva spoke with her, leaning gently against one of the bullpen partitions, a hand resting on the large bump protruding from under her shirt. Next to her, Tony and Abi stood, continuously glancing over at the elevator doors. Mrs Keegan leant down to them, smiling.

" Are you waiting on someone?"

Abi giggled, clinging to her mother's leg.

" My daddy!"

Tony nodded feverently beside her, grinning widely.

" He's a special agent, y'know! A very special agent!"

Mrs Keegan faltered, glancing at Ziva.

" Your husband? He's a federal agent?"

Ziva nodded, laughing lightly.

" He and Agent McGee were the ones that brought you back."

" The taller man? Of course! The same eyes as these little angels! Tony, correct?"

Both children burst into giggles, doing their best 'innocent angels' look. Ziva laughed again, putting a hand on each head and pulling them into her. Abi spoke up again, smiling widely.

" Mama's gonna have a baby! I wan' a little sister..."

" Nu-uh! A brother! Not another silly girl!"

" Shoosht your mouth, ahabal!"

Ziva gently scuffed both of them across the head with a tut of disapproval. From the other side of the squadroom, Abby stepped out of the eleveator, a snoozing baby Jenny in one arm, a rather hyperactive Leroy tugging on her other hand. They joined the group, Leroy almost crashing into Tony in his excitement.

" Daddy's c'ming home!"

" I got it, McHyper! Gerrof me!"

Abby grinned at Ziva, shuffling the baby in her arms to look to their guest, who was peering into the bundle in her arms.

" What a gorgeous little girl! Miss..."

" Abby. Mrs Abby McGee."

Mrs Keegan glanced at Ziva, who nodded with a tinkering laugh.

" We like to keep it close, huh?"

" I'm so grateful to your husband. As I was saying to Agent DiNozzo, we really owe you so much."

Abby shrugged, grinning wider.

" That's what we do best! Ziva's usually out keeping the boys in line, but little DiNozzo number three is making that hard..."

Ziva gave her a playful nudge, laying a hand back on her bump. Mrs Keegan smiled, glancing curiously.

" When are you due, Agent DiNozzo?"

Ziva smiled, opening her mouth to talk, before being cut off as the elevator opened, and two men joined the small party.

" Four weeks, and boy don't I know it."

" And boy, don't I know he knows."

" Shut it, McAgony Aunt."

" Just saying, you'd think it was you who was pregnant."

" I said shut it, Probie. When are you getting started on that third kid anyway?"

Their teasing was cut off as both boys launched themselves at their respective fathers, winding both almost simultaneously. Tim bent down, pulling Leroy into a bone-crushing hug(with most of the bone-crushing coming from the little boy, rather than the other way around), running a hand through the little boy's dark hair. His face was almost exact replica of Tim, minus the eyes and hair. Tony launched his own son into the air, catching him and holding him tightly, as their wives watched on. Abi waited until the commotion had died down to throw herself at Tony, demanding to be picked up, to which Tony relented and expertly balanced both children on his hips, leaning over to kiss Ziva lightly. Abby pulled both her son and husband into another tight hug, keeping one arm free to save the baby. Tim plucked her from his wife once free, cooing softly at the little bundle, who had now woken, as Mrs Keegan looked on with a soft smile.

" Hey, we'd better go report to Tibbs before we leave, Probie."

" I swear, you make a Deep Six reference again..."

" C'mon troops. Let's go find Grandpa Tibbs."

Tim gave a groan, but laughed none the less. The men went off in search of their elusive boss, children in tow, chanting something of a war-cry of 'Grandpa Gibbs'. The women left behind laughed, Mrs Keegan looking to the two agents.

" You both have beautiful children."

Ziva passed it off with a smile and a soft 'thank-you', Abby grinning from ear to ear.

" They're usually a lot quieter. Just...y'know, home coming of the fathers tends to do that to them. Doesn't matter what job you do, parents first and always."

Mrs Keegan smiled knowingly, nodding softly.

" And 'Grandpa Tibbs'? As in, Special Agent Gibbs?"

The two women laughed again, nodding, Abby stepping in to explain.

" Dearly beloved Grandpa Tibbs. It's a long story. But you'll know when they find him. They're always so excited to see him after he-"

" GRANDPA!"

The small group burst into laughter as the sounds of squealing echoed throughout the squad room, intercepted by various shouts from each child. Abby and Ziva shared a look; it was good to be back to normal.