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Tony walked into his bedroom and closed the door. Ziva was sitting on their bed, writing in her journal.

'You know, I'm starting to think that we should charge Tim every time he uses us as babysitters or a safe house' said Tony, as he walked to his side of the bed. Ziva laughed. Tim had called about an hour ago, asking if Johnny, Morgan, and Delilah could stay with them. There had been an incident at the apartment, and it was, yet again, a crime scene.

'Be nice. Johnny and Morgan are our godchildren after all. How are they?'

'Fast asleep. Perhaps Tilly can pick up a few pointers from them. I really hope this sleep regression doesn't last long.' Ziva laughed again. 'I called Tim and he said Delilah was on her way.'

'I cannot believe there is another dead body in that apartment' said Ziva, putting her journal and pens away.

'I know right. Abby would say it's probably haunted or cursed or something.'

'I do not think so' argued Ziva. Tony raised an eyebrow. 'Ok, maybe she might say that.'

They had skyped with Abby a couple of days ago, Tali and Tilly thoroughly enjoying talking to their Babby via the computer. Tilly found it a little confusing that Babby was in the computer. She kept walking around the table, trying to find her.

Abby talked about her work to Tony and Ziva. The Rose and Clayton Reeves Foundation now had its own office. The office worked as a point of call for those experiencing homelessness; help with trying to get medical attention, help with legal issues, or into temporary accommodation. Once a month, the foundation had a 'blessings in a bag' packing session and also ran a food truck that served hot meals to those living on the streets. It was a good start and Abby had big plans. She also said she found a church she liked, and that she was spending a lot of time with a volunteer named James.

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang and Ziva went to let Delilah in.

'Thank you for this Ziva.'

'It is fine Delilah. You and Tim are family.' Delilah smiled, but there was something in her face. 'What is it?' asked Ziva. Delilah slowly shook her head in despair.

'Its that apartment, Ziva. I know you and Tony technically own it, but it's not a good apartment. So much has happened in it. Including today, there have been five dead bodies in it. No, six dead bodies. One of whom was in the apartment at the same time as my children. I honestly don't know how much longer we can stay there.'

'Really?'

'It's not just the dead bodies, Ziva, though they are big reasons to move. The twins need more space now that they're mobile. They are going to want their own rooms at some point. Tim and I will want our own room.' Ziva chuckled. It was a small apartment for two adults and two children, both barely over the age of one.

'Have you talked to Tim?' asked Ziva.

'Not yet' replied Delilah, sounding tired. 'Given what happened tonight, I think it'll be at the top of the agenda.'

They said goodnight, Delilah sleeping on the sofa bed in the living room. Ziva checked on all four children before going to her own room. Tali and Tilly were sound asleep in their beds, the twins asleep in the guest room. Tony and Ziva had taken the mattress off the bed and put it on the floor so if the twins rolled off it, or got up and crawled away, they wouldn't fall and hurt themselves.

Ziva went into her bedroom. Tony was in bed, flicking through the various TV and stream services they had.

'You want to watch something?' he asked as Ziva got into her pyjamas and bed. She snuggled up to him. 'What's up?' Tony asked.

'Nothing' replied Ziva. 'I am just glad you are here.' They kissed and Ziva rested her head on Tony's shoulder. He draped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closed.

'I'm not going anywhere, Zi.'

'I know, but I'm still glad you are here' she replied. They kissed again. 'Oh, The Marvellous Mrs. Maisel. Let's watch that.'

Tony looked around Ducky's new office. Dr. Donald Mallard had been given the new title of NCIS historian. His new office was rather nice.

'Fifteen years I worked here and I had no idea that this room existed' said Tony.

'Yes, it is tucked away, isn't it' said Ducky. 'I rather like it. Nice view outside, spacious for everything I need and it doesn't have that disinfectant smell.'

'I always assumed you liked that smell' said Ziva. She was sitting on the sofa, Tali and Tilly drawing pictures on the glass coffee table.

'Not always, my dear. The smell of decomposing bodies, that I got used to. Every ME does, but the smell of disinfectant, not so much. It reminds of a story of when I was stationed at this little hospital in-'

'Ducky, this is for you' said Tali, getting up and handing him the picture she had been working on.

'Oh, thank you, my dear. It's lovely. I shall put it up over here.'

Ducky and Tali went over to the wall next to a bookcase. There were already some pictures from Tali, Tilly, and Victoria. Jimmy had tried to get the kids to call Ducky grand-ducky, but it didn't stick for some reason, and Ducky remained simply Ducky.

Tony, Ziva, Tali and Tilly were visiting Ducky after his recent career change to give him a present for his new office (a very nice bottle of wine). They had picked up Tali from school and went over to the Navy Yard, stopping off in a café first.

It had been several months since they had been at the Navy Yard. So many memories were wrapped up in it. It was the place where Tony and Ziva first met, where they fell in love, where they got married and where Tali had her first and second birthday parties. It had bad memories too; the bombing, Kate dying, Abby leaving. But the good memories vastly outweighed the bad ones.

Tali went back over to the coffee table and began to start her next picture.

'No more drawing Tali' said Ziva. 'We have to go.'

'But'

'No buts Bean' said Tony. 'You've got dance class, remember.' Tali gasped happily. She started to put her pencils away.

'Go dance?' asked Tilly to her parents. Ziva pulled her up on to her lap.

'Not you, Bug. Not yet' she said, stroking her daughter's hair. Tilly looked disappointed.

'Tilly really wants to go dancing' explained Tony to Ducky. 'But she's too little still.'

'But, dance' said Tilly.

'In September, Tilly' said Tony. Tilly burst into tears. This happened almost every week. 'Oh come here, Bug' said Tony, taking her from Ziva. 'It'll be OK. We'll have our own dance party at home. You and me? What do you say?' Tilly didn't reply but kept crying.

'I think that is our cue to go' said Ziva, getting up.

'It has been wonderful to see you all' said Ducky, hugging Ziva, then Tali. 'Come by any time. Thank you for my picture Tali.'

'Bye Ducky' called Tali.

'Bye, bye Tali' said the old man. 'Bye, bye Tilly.' He waved at her. Tilly wasn't in the mood apparently and turned her head away from Ducky, tucking it in the crook of Tony's neck.

'Ok, Tilly. Let's go home' said Tony.

The house was warm and full. As were the stomachs of the human beings in the house. Tony and Ziva had invited Tim, Delilah and the twins over for dinner. The initial plan had been just after the incident at the apartment, but due to conflict schedules, it didn't happen for another month.

It was almost the end of April and everyone was getting ready for the summer. Everyone was hoping that summer 2019 was going to be a quiet one. One without someone getting kidnapped or held captive like the previous two summers.

Ziva glanced over her shoulder at the kids. They had set up the girl's craft table for the kids to eat at. It meant everyone had enough space to chat, eat and not worry about getting messy. Ziva chuckled. Tilly and the twins had food smeared all over their faces. Tilly had a habit of turning the fork or spoon upside down on the way to her mouth. As a result, anything Tilly was eating ended up on the table or her dress. Tilly would then pick it up and shove it in her mouth. It certainly made clear up interesting.

Tim was glad that Ziva and Tony had invited them over. With the break in at the apartment, it was a fraction tense in McGee-Fielding household. Bottom line, the apartment was overcrowded. No one really had their own space. When Johnny and Morgan were babies, it was perfect. They were nearby if they wanted or needed Tim or Delilah. But the other day, Delilah struggled to get her chair through the living room, and the twins both started walking not that long ago.

Tony took some pots into the kitchen and came back with four mugs of coffee.

'So' began Tim. 'We do need to talk to you about something.'

'Oh, yeah?' asked Tony, taking a sip.

'It's about the apartment' continued Tim. 'Dee and I are thinking it's time we moved.' Ziva and Tony looked at each other and smiled.

'Yeah, we had a feeling' said Tony.

'We need to move' said Delilah. 'And not just because of the dead bodies.'

'You're not mad?' asked Tim.

'No' replied Tony. 'The apartment is a great location and is a perfect bachelor pad, or for a couple. Not for a family with seventeen-month-old twins.' Everyone laughed.

'Any idea where you going to go?' asked Ziva.

'Not yet. We haven't started' said Delilah. 'We need three bedrooms and it has to be ground floor/ single story.'

'We did think about looking around here' said Tim. 'Maybe Arlington as well.' Delilah nodded in agreement.

'Ima, Daddy!' cried Tali. The adults turned to look at the kids and saw Tali come over to them.

'What is it, Bean?' asked Ziva.

'Tilly peed on the floor. It stinks.' The adults laughed and Ziva went over to get Tilly.

'Oh the joys of potty training' said Tony. 'Something the two of you have to look forward to.' Tim and Delilah laughed awkwardly and glanced at each other. They had the same question.

How do you potty train twins and keep your sanity?

Ziva walked over to the reception desk at her doctors. She had taken Tali to school, leaving Tony and Tilly at home.

'Hi, how can I help you?' asked the woman behind the desk.

'Hi, Ziva DiNozzo to see Dr. Barnes.' The woman looked at her computer.

'Ok Mrs. DiNozzo, if you go sit in the waiting room, you'll be called shortly.'

Ziva thanked the receptionist and found a seat. Nerves ran through her. She hated going to the doctors. Even if it was for something good, like when she was pregnant with the girls. Ziva always imagined the worse or something obscure that couldn't possibly ever happen.

'I'm terribly sorry Mrs DiNozzo, but your left leg is haunted. We're going to have to amputate immediately.'

The chances of Ziva suffering from a haunted leg were practically zero, but it still didn't stop various wild scenarios running through Ziva's head whilst she waited to be called. She couldn't even concentrate on her book.

The intercom buzzed.

'Mrs. DiNozzo to room 3 please.'

Hope you enjoyed it.

This was originally going to be two chapters, but it became one because it worked better. The haunted leg is a reference to Gilmore Girls. The Marvellous Mrs. Maisel is a fantastic show. If you haven't watched it, do it now.

Two more chapters to go.

Thank you for reading. See you soon :)