Fixed some typos!
Ziva pushed open her son's bedroom door with her left hand, taking a step inside, but stopped, dropping a empty laundry basket where she stood. She retreated only to come back moments later with a can of room deodorizer and began spraying it into the air, holding her nose, as she did.
The whole time, Anthony was laying in bed, asleep.
Ziva stepped over to her son's bed and looked down at him as he slept on his stomach, "Anthony." She called out, but he didn't wake up, "Anthony." She raised her voice, but still he did not wake.
Ziva groaned and turned, tossing the can into the laundry basket and walked into bathroom. She then walked back out and made her way back over to the bed, where she started to pour a glass of water on top of her son's head.
Anthony shot up, shaking his head, water splashing everywhere, "What the..." He began, but his mother spoke up.
"I would choose your next word very carefully." Ziva told him.
Anthony focused his eyes after hearing his mother's voice, "Oh, hey, Mom." He cautiously chuckled and smiled, letting some of the water spill from his lips.
"How many times have I told you to clean your room?" Ziva questioned, with not the most friendly look on her face.
"I dunno, like a million." Anthony answered. And with that response, Ziva emptied the rest of the glass of water on her son's head, "I'll do it today?" He spoke up, spitting more water out.
"Is that a question or a statement?" Ziva grilled her son.
"A statement, a statement."
Ziva smiled, "Good boy." She turned and returned the glass to her son's bathroom and returned and picked up a piece of clothing with just her thumb and index finger, "What were you doing last night?" She held her head away from a black hoodie.
"Getting busy with Steph...studying, studying all night." Anthony quickly changed his answer.
Ziva rolled her eyes, "Uh huh." She moved over, dropping the foul smelling hoodie into her basket, "Fill it up, I will be back later."
Anthony laid back and rubbed at his face with his hands, only to raise them, seeing that they were wet, "Guess that means I don't need to take a shower now, huh?" He grinned to himself.
"Take a shower." Ziva called out from the hallway,
"Shit." Anthony whispered.
"I heard that, too." Ziva made it be known.
Ziva grabbed the basket full of dirty clothes from Anthony's room, hearing the shower running through the bathroom door. She left and made her way to the laundry room and placed the basket on the floor next to the opening of the front loading washer. She tossed several shirts into the washer before picking up a pair of jeans, which felt heavier than usual. She searched the pockets, pulling out a wallet, keys and finally his phone. She shook her head, before tossing the jeans and the rest of his dirty clothes into the washer. She then stood up and placed his things on top of the dryer, but noticed something shiny sticking out of his wallet.
"When did Saturday cartoons get so bad?" Tony asked as he held Zena in his arms.
"You mean they were good at one point?" Tali asked, sipping at a hot beverage. She sat down and sank into the corner of the couch.
"Oh yeah, when I was kid, we had Transformers, GI Joe...then there's old reliables like Bugs Bunny and Tom and Jerry." Tony rattled off several names.
Zena slipped out of her father's grasp and crawled over to her sister and smiled.
"What?" Tali asked.
"Marshy-mallows." Zena said with a smile, "I want some."
"It's too hot." Tali blew on her cocoa, "Way too hot."
Zena sat back on her heels and frowned.
"Daddy, she's giving me the puppy dog eyes." Tali gritted her teeth.
"Heh. Better you than me." Tony grinned, but pulled Zena back into his grasp, "Come on, babygirl, lets go make you some."
"Tali..." Ziva spoke up, "Could you get that, I need to speak with your Aba."
Tali nodded, "Yeah, sure, Mom." She sat up and placed her cup of cocoa on the coffee table, "Come on, Munchkin." She smiled at her sister.
Tony rose to his feet and moved over to his wife and smiled. She took a hold of his hand and guided him to their bedroom, closing the door behind them. He then took Ziva his arms and began kissing her, but she stopped him, pushing him away, "No."
"Huh?" Tony was surprised, "That's our go-to move for sexy time around the kiddies."
Ziva smiled, "We will do that later." Her smile quickly disappeared, "But right now, I am mad and you must stop me from killing our son."
Tony cocked his head, "What now?"
"Our son. No...your son..." Ziva began.
"Damn, Ziva." Tony reacted, "What did he do?"
"He is a male prostitute." Ziva whispered.
Tony squinted hard at his wife, "Excuse me?"
"Look at what I found in his pants pocket." Ziva held up a ripped condom wrapper, "And he has been texting at least 4 different girls."
"You stole his phone?" Tony inquired.
"He left it in his pants and his passcode was easy to break, 1-2-3-4-5."
"Heh. Spaceballs."
"What?" Ziva squinted back at her husband.
"Nothing. Nothing." Tony held up his hands, trying to calm his wife down, "Look, first of all, if anything, he's a manwhore."
"That is what I said."
"No, you called him a male prostitute, big difference."
"Whatever. He is only 15, my baby is too young to have babies."
"I was younger than he..." Tony stopped before making it worse, "I agree...I will talk to him, okay?"
"Good." Ziva placed her palm on Tony's chest and smiled, "Thank you."
"His phone?" Tony asked.
"He is not getting it back. Ever."
"Then he'll knows you spied on him."
"I do not care." Ziva stated, "He is my son, I brought him into his world and I will take him out of it, if I damn well please."
"Ziva." Tony sighed.
"Fine." Ziva reluctantly handed over the phone to Tony, "Were you like this at his age?"
"Most boys are, Z." Tony said, "We're kinda dumb like that."
Ziva sighed and uttered something in Hebrew and walked away only to stop in her tracks, "Shit. Steph."
"Huh?"
"He said he was getting busy with Steph last night."
"Who?"
"Her name was not in his phone." Ziva sighed again, shaking her head, "His harem is getting bigger."
"Hey." Tony spoke from the doorway.
Anthony was straighting up around his room.
"I know, I know, I'm cleaning my room, Dad." Anthony replied.
"You might need these back." Tony said, holding Anthony's phone, keys and wallet.
"Oh." Anthony looked back at his father, "Thanks." He walked over to him and took back his things.
"Anything you want to tell me?"
"What do you mean?" The younger DiNozzo asked his father.
"Your mom..."
"What?" Anthony looked at his father with fear in his eyes, "What did I do?"
"It's more of who you did."
"Oh shit, did she look at my phone, but it's password protected." Anthony franctically turned on his phone and began looking at it.
"1-2-3-4-5? Really? You Spaceballs'd it?"
Anthony looked up at his father, "She didn't look at the pictures, right? RIGHT?!"
"I don't think so."
"Oh thank God!" Anthony backpedaled to his bed and sat down, "Of course not, I'd be dead right now."
"Well, keep on your manwhoring ways and that'll become a reality." Tony sat down next to his son, "That and you left a condom wrapper in your pocket."
Anthony turned his head towards his father and gritted his teeth, "Would you believe I was holding it for a friend?"
"Heh." Tony shook his head, "No."
"She's pissed, huh?" Anthony asked.
"Very." Ziva answered from the hallway, which made Anthony gulp hard.
AN- Once again, this is base on a true story and as my wife said afterwards, "And to think I'm most likely gonna have to do this 3 more damn times."