American Dreams.

AN: I forgot to mention in 'Broken Up' that Ziva and Tony have broken up and they don't have a kid as previously mentioned in a past chapter. I did the last three chapters: 'Amy', 'Dom' and 'Chapter 51' thinking that they would be the final three if I never came back to this fic. But I have coz I wanted to do season 8.

So Amy is 2 and Dom hasn't been born yet, Kelly is not even pregnant.

But for all those TIVA fans out there reading this fic never fear they will be getting back together. You just need to keep on reading to find out how.

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I think that's all I need to tell you.

Sorry about such a long diary entry.

Dear Diary,

They boys have been explaining to Ziva all about the 'American Dream' and baseball.

It's funny; they actually got me thinking about my own American Dream. And to be honest what I had in my mind when I was little about what I wanted my American Dream to be when I grew up isn't that far off the mark.

What was my American Dream I hear you ask dear Diary.

Well it was simple.

I wanted to be like my mum – to be the most amazing mother just like she was for me and to be patient, kind and caring and have a happy outlook on life and smile with whatever the world will through at me. I also wanted to have a house and husband like she did. And do you know what? I think my dream came true.

I have a beautiful two storey house with a large wide front verandah that both myself and G sit on at night he drinking tea and I hot chocolate while we watch the night sky and talk about our hopes and dreams for our daughter and our own future. Some nights I sit there with Amy when she is crabby and doesn't want to sleep holding her in my arms and watch the stars with her.
And I have a white picket fence – more G's American dream than mine; because growing up he never had the whole 'white picket fence' thing and he wanted to experience it.

And yes I have an amazing husband in G. I love him so much and I know he loves me back. He is a fantastic father to Amy. Whenever I'm having a bad day he knows the words to say to make me feel better and to make me smile. And he loves me as much as dad did with mum and that's all is wanted when I was growing up.

Is my American Dream complete?

No not quite.

I know I have the whole white picket fence dream, but I also pictured myself with not only that and a loving husband but also two kids running around the front yard chasing a dog.

Well we do have Amy but I would love another child. I loved being pregnant and G loved me being pregnant... So I think I might talk to him about having another baby.

As for the dog. Well Amy has her heart set on a horse. Yes I know diary; where does she get her liking from horses from? Ha-ha.

The horse is out of the question, so expensive and we have nowhere to keep it and the boarding fees at the stables are huge! I've already looked into it. Maybe when she does want to learn how to ride when she gets a little older we could just borrow one from the stables it would probably be cheaper. Then she, dad and I could go riding together.

Well I better go.

Off to convince my 2yr old that a dog is a better option than a horse. And then I can make her ask G for the dog as he wouldn't say no to her. He never can.

'Tony, have you been drinking' asked a concerned Ziva as Kelly sniggered from her desk as she watched Tony smell his own breath.

'Why'

'I could have sworn I just heard you thank McGee' Ziva replied.

'Oh. I appreciate his insight'

'On what?' questioned Kelly.

'Baseball'

'I do not know what is more disturbing' began Ziva as all three agents looked at her 'The fact that you both agree on something or that McGee is a fan of sport' she concluded stunned.

'It's not just that I'm a fan Ziva' McGee answered with a shake of his head 'its is also...I'm...'

'American' Tony jumped in. 'It's October Ziva. Reggie Jackson is Mr. October.

'Oh come on, it's just a game' Ziva scoffed.

'It's our game'

'I did not become an American citizen because of baseball' Ziva stated.

'It's every kid's dream. Right Gibblet' asked Tony as he turned his attention to the other female agent.

'For sure. I had a huge crush growing up on Randy Johnson. It only lasted a few months, and then I discovered NFL players. But trust me my attention has gone back to baseball all thanks to the A-ROD, now there is a body'

'McGee' prompted Tony.

'It's true. Centre fielder'

'Are you not happy being married to Callen, Kelly?'

'Oh I'm very happy' she replied with a sly little grin'

'So who is A – ROD? Are you having an affair?' asked Ziva with a mixture of confusion and concern that the woman she considered a sister and her team leader who she also considered family was having marriage problems.

'No way Ziva, I love Callen too much. A – ROD is the nickname given to Alex Rodriguez he is a baseball player dating Cameron Diaz, you know the actress. He has a good body that's all' replied Kelly with a shrug.

Before Ziva could say anything more Gibbs walked in and told them about three people dead at a radio station. 'Do you need my help Gibbs?' Ziva asked.

'Slow day Ziver' he asked as he was greeted with a nod. 'Grab your gear'

At the radio station McGee took photo's as Gibbs looked at the crime scene while Tony, Kelly and Ziva sat in the booth as Tony played with the microphone as Ziva took pictures and Kelly looked around the office.

'They make an app for that now Ducky' stated McGee a matter of factly.

'Got an app for doing your job McGee?' asked Gibbs sternly.

'I don't think they have created an app for that. But I'm sure McGee could make one' Kelly stated as she walked into the conversation and was greeted with a glare from her father. 'Ugh...the shooting started in the other room, listeners called the local LEO's when they heard the shots on the air'

'Any witnesses' asked Gibbs.

'No' McGee answered. 'It's a small rural station' he continued on talking to Gibbs as Kelly turned her attention to the window to watch what Tony was doing. She shook her head at his antic but went to join him none the less.

Back at NCIS; in the squad room all four agents sat quietly at their desks as they read through the fan mail that had been sent to the radio station. 'You know G was a radio host once' Kelly said as she picked up another letter and began to read through it.

'Undercover' asked an interested McGee.

'Yeah. Apparently a few years after we meant in Moscow'

'He enjoy it?'

'He doesn't really talk about is undercover assignments much. So I don't ask. All I know is that he took the midnight to 6am shifts'

'Well that explains alot' Tony blurted out at which he received a glare from both Ziva and McGee and a questioning raised eyebrow from Kelly.

'What?' questioned Tony. 'All I'm sayin is that is makes scents, because he doesn't sleep. That's all I'm saying'

'Keep digging deeper, Tony' Kelly replied. She really hated it when people bagged out her husband on his weird sleeping habits and the fact he had no family. Team Gibbs had always accepted G for who he was and didn't care about his past but sometimes Tony would say something like that without even thinking about it. And besides, she knew that Callen did sleep, she stayed awake one night and watched him for two hours and he slept so peacefully.
She had asked him why he slept now as she knew that he only ever cat napped and his response was that she was there lying next to him and he felt safe that when he closed his eyes the nightmares never came. But when he was away on undercover ops or when she wasn't beside him he never slept.

Kelly shook her head and tired to focus on the main task at hand when she heard Tim call 'Hey I think I found something'

Kelly walked back into the squad room and noticed Ducky examining Tony's mouth 'What's going on?'

'Tony has been overusing his voice' Ziva pleasantly told her with much amusement.

'Really?'

'Quite right my dear' answered Ducky as he turned his attention back to Tony 'Nothing to be concerned about. However to prevent further damage I suggest that you refrain from talking for the next 24hours'

At that statement Kelly laughed '20bucks says he can't do it'

'Fifty' replied Ziva, as Tony gave both women a dirty look.

'How did Royal Woods go?'

'Hmm...Abby has the tapes of all 42 neighbours. McGee and I stopped listening after a few minutes. There is only so much of Tony's voice I can take' Ziva answered as Tony shot his ex girlfriend a look.

Walking past her father's desk on the way to the elevator to leave for the night Kelly stopped when she heard her father ask her a question 'What are you doing tonight?'

Kelly shrugged 'Thought we could come over and have a family dinner'

'Meet me at the oval at 7pm. We can do dinner tomorrow night' came her father's reply.

Kelly leaned her head to the side 'What are you up to dad?'

'Just a little baseball game'

'OK' replied a confused Kelly with a shake of her head, wondering what her father was up to.

'So what are we doing out here Boss. You're not making us run laps are you?' asked Tony as he watched Gibbs give him a little smirk. 'You wouldn't?' he asked a little disheartened.

'Grandpa' yelled Amy excitedly as she ran towards Gibbs as her parents walked a few steps behind her; Callen with his arm around his wife's waist with Kelly's arm around his own waist.

'Hey kid' greeted Gibbs as Amy jumped into his arms.

'Really Kelly, the Dodgers?' questioned Tony as he eyed the mini baseball uniform Amy was wearing. 'First the Lakers, now the Dodgers?'

'Oh, you have your voice back Tony' Kelly said a little sad that Tony was able to use his voice properly. Although she loved him like a brother, it was sometimes nice when he didn't talk.

'Hey. The Lakers are my team, that's why she has a Lakers basketball singlet. Nate follows the Dodgers, that's why he brought her the uniform' Callen protested. 'And she's my kid' Callen mumbled as Kelly softly kissed his lips, then whispered in his ear. She pulled away and Callen looked at her, he nodded gently and Kelly turned back around to face the group, knowing that Callen was fine as he wrapped his arms around her waist and gently and softly kissed her neck.

'You know Tony' began Kelly. 'She is yet to follow a football team'

'Ohio State' Tony said with a gleam in his eyes.

'Uh Boss' began McGee 'What are we doing here'

'Thought we could have a game of baseball'

'Your not leaving again are you Boss' asked McGee.

'Nope, just thought it would be fun'

It ended up being boys V girls. Gibbs, McGee, Tony and Callen on one side and Kelly, Ziva and Amy on the other, though the girls did get some help from Gibbs. It was Amy's turn to bat and with the help of Callen who gently tossed the ball to his daughter and Gibbs who helped her swing the bat she hit the ball and was told to run to her uncle Tim, then he told her to run to her dad, who was now on 2nd base. When she got there he told her to run to Tony.

Tony meanwhile had seen McGee pick up the ball 'McHomeRun, throw me the ball'
But Tim knew if he threw the ball with all his strength he would cause Amy to be out and he didn't want that so he threw the ball lazily to Tony, who had to walk to get it. By the time Tony picked up the ball and threw it Amy was home and safe. Tony was not impressed.

Walking back to the car park, Tony and Tim walked at the front with Kelly and Callen walking behind, with a sleepy Amy in Kelly's arms and Gibbs and Ziva bringing up the rear.

'So Ziva, you do know a little something about baseball huh? '

'Yeah' answered Ziva 'My father taught me'

At hearing that Gibbs bumped into her side wrapped an arm around her shoulder, kissed the side of her head and smiled a genuine smile. At hearing Ziva's response Kelly turned and saw her father kiss the top of Ziva's head and smile. Kelly turned back around and smiled to herself, knowing exactly who Ziva admired as a father.

Dear Diary,

The baseball game was fun tonight.

And I know what Ziva's American Dream is. A family.

And she has that. She thinks of me as her sister and dad as the father she never got to have. And Amy is her niece, no matter if those two aren't blood related or not.

So I guess everyone's American Dream is different. We don't all dream to have the white picket fence. Some of us dream to have a family.

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