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...Furry Little Israeli #Tiva Gwen
"Woah!" Tony DiNozzo ducked just in time as the object that was thrown came flying through the air towards his head. He then slowly peaked out from behind his desk as he looked across to his work partner, not to mention, wife, not to mention the mother of their eventually coming second child. The first pregnancy, labor and birth went off great. This time though Tony has found himself doing a lot of ducking, then cuddling, then comforting his emotional hormonal wife as for some reason this early into her second pregnancy, her hormones had her all over the place. And it could be the simplest of things that would set her off. Her clothes not fitting, machines not working and she'd go karate chop all over it, her current craving being out. And let's not even talk about the thermostat. It was always a puzzle trying to figure out. At least she didn't do it in front of Tali. Luckily Gibbs came over, Ziva rising from her seat in a huff and angry faced. "Come on Ziver..Lets..Lets go down to Ducks." "Uh, Boss." Tony raised his hand and Gibbs turned to him. "Dead bodies, smell." Gibbs nodded. "Right..Uh, Abby's then." As he escorted Ziva DiNozzo toward the elevator, Tony made eye contact with Gibbs and put his hands together, mouthing a quiet 'Thank you.' Ziva and Gibbs went into the elevator, the ding reverberating through the room. McGee had stayed silent as he typed on his computer. 'LJ Tibbs escorted the fiery Officer Lisa outside to have a breather so the brunette could cool down.' He was typing a rough draft to one of his chapters of a possible side series book-The Adventures of Agent Tommy and Officer Lisa. He smiled to himself as he rested his hand on his chin, pen in the same hand. Tony leaned back into his chair in relief after a heavy sigh, setting his feet on the edge of his work desk putting his hat over his face. McGee tried to stifle a chuckle though his shoulders bounced.
"Wipe that grin of your face McSmirk...You're next." DiNozzo pointed at his coworker, his head looking towards him though his face was covered. "What did you do to get your wife so wound up?" Tony removed his hat and set it down. "I'm not exactly sure..whenever she gets like this it's always a guessing game." His eyes became distant as his memory went to work, recalling. "I just wanted to butter a waffle, man. Just butter a waffle. I was happy and whistling. Could explain why I didn't hear her ticking." McGee nodded for him to go on, pen and notepad in hand, writing down what his coworker said, word for word. He'd embellish on it later. "So I'm standing there in my red nighttime robe, right, and I went-morning honey...knife." Tony made the sound of an object being thrown and imbedding itself into the wall that was right behind him and pretended to gaze at the invisible weapon that seemed to be mere inches from his face. Then he continued. "So I looked at my beautiful gorgeous wife, putting my hand to my chin," as he spoke he did the motion. "And now I'm think'in, Something must be wrong with buttercup...so I asked her-Baby what's wrong?" McGee nods. "What did she say?" Tony looked to his friend. "She looks at me all grouchy and goes-I'm fat..I told her that she wasn't fat. I told her that she's pregnant and that she's beautiful. But my lovely wife wasn't listening. She said-I'm fat and we're joining a health club...when she stopped I just stayed quiet. I turned around took the knife out of the wall and went back to buttering my waffle...after she got out a bowl for cereal she looks at me and asks-Did you hear what I said?"
He stared at McGee, who nodded for him to continue as the younger agent leaned forward and continued writing what was being told to him. Exploitation of coworkers isn't exploitation so long as you remain in denial about them being the sources for the characters in your novel. "I looked to my wife and answered-Yeah I believe you said you're fat and that we're joining a health club." At this McGee eyes widened and he almost dropped his pen. "Please tell me you didn't." Tony nodded. "Believe it or not that was the wrong answer...Spoon." He made the same noise, rolling his Rrs and glancing at his other side, then raised his hands in defense until he ended with his dramatization. "I tell you, McGee..If any women ever asks you how they look in their clothes; weather if it's actually a good fit or they're asking you if they look fat, you just better become McMannequin Man. You know what I'm saying? At this day and age a twitch in the eye is gonna get you killed." Tim just nodded. "I'll take it into consideration Tony. So what else?" DiNozzo shrugged. "Not much. I made her some waffles as a peace offering, which she ate all 4 of them." Tim paused. "She ate four?" Tony nodded. "Yeah... She's pregnant, eating for two, with child. But what gets to her the most is this pregnancy is making her throw up a lot more, she's tired more, and the hormonal emotional imbalance, I hope they ease up..." The Senior agent got a different look in his eyes after a moment. "But, you know, despite all that..you gotta love her on her bad days when she's moody and irritable just as much as when everything's going good...it makes it all worth it." McGee nodded and smiled. "That's real nice Tony...Maybe someday it'll be my turn." Ding
Gibbs and Ziva return from the elevator, Tony rising from his chair and he had a smile on his face. "Hey sweet cheeks. Feel better?" He asked and Ziva smiled back. "Hello honey, and for the most part, yes I do." Gibbs had went to his desk and sat down, it wasn't long before his phone rang. "Yeah, Gibbs...Okay, got it." He hung up. "DiNozzo." Ziva and Tony both looked at their boss. "Need you to question some people downtown, get some info." Tony and Ziva nodded as they got their bags and bolstered their weapons. Tony looked to Gibbs. "Uh, Boss? Is it safe for Ziva to be carrying?" Gibbs swallowed. "She's already carrying your baby." Tony made a face and Ziva smirked as her husband came in front of Gibbs' desk. "That's not what I meant." Ziva chuckled and patted his chest. "Come on honey." Tony looked I to Zivas eyes and she looked back, tilting her head slightly like she did in her first year when she told him she'd do anything he wanted for him.
Flashback-Tony: Well that depends..what's in it for me?
Ziva comes up to his side of the desk, Tony pulled out his desk drawer so she had to step around it, which she did and came a lot closer, which DiNozzo liked. Ziva looked up at him. "Anything you want." Her head tilted to the side, a look in her eyes, a smile on her lips. Tony stared back. "Anything." Her eyes turned darker, his brighter. "Tonight?..my place?" She whispered to him and DiNozzo nodded. "I'll be there at 7." Ziva smirked. "Looks like I'm getting dressed for you tonight." Tony grinned back. "Getting dressed huh?..I'm sure it's the other way around." Zivas eyebrows rose as her smile deepened.
"Tony..Tony...Tony!" DiNozzo got out of his trance to find Ziva staring at him as they were now in the elevator. "Sorry, was just thinking..remembering." Ziva rose her eyebrows, intrigued. "Oh..was it a good memory?" Tony grinned. "Oh yes it was." Ziva nodded. "Hmm, perhaps you can indulge me?" Tony smiled even wider and leaned in, caressing her face and his hand moved lower on her neck, a touch and a movement Ziva knew immediately and her arms came up around him as their lips met and their eyes closed. "Mmnhh." They breathed through their noses as the movements became more faster and Tony pulled his wife to him, feeling their bodies touch on the front. They quickly forgot where they were, that is until the elevator dinged and there was Palmer. "Oh, I'm so sorry." The coupe pulled apart and smiled as hey came out and Palmer got in. "It's okay Jimmy." The younger man gave a questioning look as he doors closed and the DiNozzos went to the car and drove off to their assigned task.
After about half an hour they stopped at the location, looked like the hood. Graffiti on some of the walks of the building, run down. The 4 people in question were being questioned by Tony and Ziva. One of them got a little mouthy with the pregnant woman, which only made it worse for DiNozzo as he gently put his hands on his wife's shoulders to escort her away. But the young man didn't stop there as he stood there smirking. "Yeah run home little princess." "Why you little-". Without warning Ziva whipped around and went for the kid and her husband again had to grab hold of her, holding tighter this time. "Whoa whoa whoa! Let him go feisty pants! Come on. He's not worth it." Ziva grumbled and struggled against him but Tony stood firm and got her back into the car. Ziva slammed her door shut. "It's a good thing you stopped me because I would have wrung his skinny little neck!" She said as both agents buckled up. "Honey you need to cool down. Stop taking things so personal." Ziva looked to him as he started the car and began driving. "Well it's not like I can exactly control my out bursting hormonal self." Tony cocked an eyebrow. "You did the first time you were pregnant." This made Ziva pause then she closed her eyes and sighed, leaning back against her seat. "You're right..and I'm sorry...I promise to do better from now on." Tony nodded. "Good girl." They exchanged glances and both ended up smiling. Ziva chuckled and just sat back and relaxed, her hands on her little bump. Though movement couldn't be felt just yet, she took one of Tony's hands and rested it there on her belly so he could feel the roundness, speaking after a moment of silence. "The evidence of our love." Tony smiled and they both kissed. "Definitely."
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