Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS. This chapter briefly mentions drug addiction.

There is an author's note at the end. Please read when finished.

Ziva stood in the kitchen, packing up for some food for Tobias Fornell. Emily Fornell was in the hospital, according to Tim's message an hour ago. Ziva didn't know why. Tim's message omitted that bit of information. To be honest, Ziva didn't need to know. The fact that Emily was in hospital was enough. Fornell must be going out of his mind. Ziva knew she would be if Tali, Tilly or Tony were lying unconscious in a bed.

Ziva's phone buzzed again. Gibbs calling.

'Hey, Gibbs' said Ziva, answering the call. 'Any news?'

'Possible spiked drink at a party' he replied.

'Oh no.'

'Yeah. Could you go and stay with Fornell and Emily. Jack's with them now but I don't want them alone. Especially Fornell.'

'Do not worry Gibbs. One of us will stay with them.'

'Thanks, Ziver.'

Tony walked into the kitchen as Ziva hung up.

'Was that Gibbs?' he asked. Ziva nodded. 'Any news?'

'They think it was a possible spiked drink at a party.' Tony leaned against the kitchen side, running a hand through his hair and across his face. If something like that happened to one of his girls, he would be beside himself. 'Gibbs asked if one of us could go and stay with them. He does not want Fornell left alone.'

'Do you want to go?'

'I can go.' Ziva fetched some cutlery from the drawer and added it to the bag. She made her way to the door, but Tony stopped her.

'Hey, are you alright?' He sounded concerned. Ziva smiled.

'Yes, Tony. I am fine. I am just worried about Emily and Tobias. And Gibbs.' She kissed her husband. 'I love you, Tony.'

'I love you too, Zi.'

Ziva got into her car and pulled out the driveway. How many times had she done this? Made a food parcel and delivered it. Tim, when Delilah was in hospital. Fornell when Diane died. Gibbs when he was recovering from being shot. Emily when Fornell was in hospital. Gibbs and Tim when they came back from Paraguay. Vance when he returned from captivity. Ziva loved to cook. She felt like it brought her close to her mother, to her roots. It was how she showed her love and that she cared. Creating food parcels for people in need allowed Ziva to do more cooking. But how many more was she going to make? Would they start to appear at their own front door?

Fornell was sitting next to Emily, holding her hand when Ziva arrived at the hospital. Jack was leaning against the door and then excused herself to make a couple of phone calls. Ziva opened the bag she was carrying and pulled out a Tupperware box containing some pasta bake and a fork. She handed it over to Fornell.

'Eat.'

'No thank you. I'm not hungry' said Fornell. He had barely taken his eyes of his daughter.

'I do not care, Tobias' replied Ziva. 'Eat.'

Fornell looked at Ziva and took the box and fork. He began shoveling food into his mouth. Eating had probably been the last thing on his mind. Ziva sat down in the other chair.

'How is she?' she asked. The ventilator beeped in the background.

'Nothing new' said Fornell, in between mouthfuls. 'This is delicious' he added. Ziva smiled kindly. He looked so worried and scared.

They sat in silence because Fornell was not in the mood to talk. Neither was Ziva really. She had enough to worry about. Jack came back in, but only to say goodbye. A few hours later, Gibbs came in to relieve Ziva. Fornell had fallen asleep, still holding Emily's hand. Ziva was on the verge of sleep when Gibbs sent her home.

'Any news?' asked Tony, when Ziva joined him in their bedroom. She shook her head and told him everything she knew.

'I asked both Jack and Gibbs to keep us in the loop and that we are around if they need someone to sit with Tobias and Emily.' Tony nodded.

'Fornell must be so worried' said Tony. 'I can't imagine what I would do if it was the girls in hospital. I hate it when they just have a cold.' Ziva nodded this time.

'How were Tali and Tilly tonight?' Bedtime was becoming a bit of a battle. Parents vs children.

'It was alright, actually. Maybe they sensed something in the air because they both went to bed relatively easily. Only read two stories and neither of them asked for more.'

Ziva climbed into bed and shuffled over to Tony. He draped an arm around her shoulders, giving them a supportive squeeze.

'I love you, Tony. I love you so much.'

Tony glanced at his wife. She had been saying that quite a bit over the past few days. He kissed the top of Ziva's head.

'I love you too, Zi. So very much.'

Ziva flicked through the mail. She had been meaning to look through it all day but life got in the way and it wasn't until now that she had the chance to. It was the usual stuff. Bank statements, bills and a letter from Nettie. Ziva made a mental note to write a letter back.

Her phone buzzed. A message from Ellie. They had caught the guy who had killed Emily's drug supplier. It was good news but Ziva knew from experience that it would only lead to more questions and a large network to take down. Drugs were a never-ending problem. Addiction was a life long illness. Hopefully, Emily would now get the help that she needed.

Ziva picked up the next envelope. It was from her doctors. She opened it and read it quickly. Ziva let out a sigh of relief. It was fine. Everything was going to be Ok.

'You OK?' Tony's voice knocked Ziva out of her daydream. She smiled, got up and pulled Tony into a passionate kiss.

'What was that for?' asked Tony. 'Not that I'm complaining.' Ziva chuckled.

'No reason. I just wanted to kiss you.' Tony chuckled as he pulled her into a hug. 'There's a letter from Nettie on the table' added Ziva.

'OK' replied Tony. They released the hug. Ziva left the kitchen and Tony sat down to read Nettie's letter. Amongst the mail, he spotted the letter from the doctors.

'Zi, what's this?' he called. Ziva came running back into the kitchen. She had left it on the table.

Tony picked up the letter and read it. Ziva looked worried. She hadn't told him anything.

'Tony, I…'

'Mammogram result came back. Benign lump in the left breast. No need for a biopsy.' He looked at his wife, confusion on his face. 'What does this mean, Ziva?'

Gibbs sighed heavily. The past couple of days had been tough enough with Emily being hospital, but having Diane's ghost following him around definitely didn't make things better. He hoped now that Emily was getting the help she needed that Diane would leave him alone. It was bad enough when Mike kept popping up.

Gibbs heard the front door open and close, footsteps towards the basement.

Ziva appeared at the top.

'Hello, Gibbs.' She looked tired and worried. Ziva came down the stairs. 'Well, are you going to say anything?'

Gibbs looked at her, thankful that she wasn't a ghost.

'Ziver.'

Hope you enjoyed it.

If you struggle with addiction, please keep going with your recovery, or seek out help where it is necessary.

This is the last chapter for Moments 2. I am currently planning Moments 3, which I will start to post after season 17 finishes. I use cannon as a basic scaffolding for my story. I want/ need to know what happens in the rest of the season to make Moments 3 the best story I can write.

SPOILER ALERT: I promise you that Ziva DOES NOT have cancer. I have no intention of killing any characters that we all love. Season 16 ends on a cliff hanger and I wanted to see if I could follow something similar.

This all started as an experiment to see if I could have Tony and Ziva in a relationship, but follow cannon. I have really enjoyed writing all my stories and have no plans to stop any time soon. Look out for Reunion, Endless Possibilities and a couple of one-shots I'm mulling around in my brain.

Big thanks to DS2010, Alidiabin, and to anyone who read and/or reviewed Moments 2.

See you soon.