Author's Note:

Here's the next chapter of Tali's weekend with Gibbs, with editing help from MaidenMoonshine. Thank you for all the continued support and reviews. They give me motivation to keep writing. Please read and review! : )

Chapter Four

The next day Tali practically tossed the pencil at Madison when they sat down for lunch. She was tired from being on edge all day, her stomach hurt and she couldn't ignore the fact that she had stolen something – even if it was a game.

"You did it?" Madison asked, her eyes round and wide.

"You didn't?" Tali asked.

Madison slumped down with a shameful look on her face.

"I got caught with the hair ties I was going to take," she confessed. "I told Mom and Dad about the game and ended up getting Jacob in trouble too. Turns out he just told me it was a game because he didn't want me to tell on him for stealing."

"What happened?" Tali asked, almost afraid to know. Her frustration toward her friend had turned to sympathy.

"We got spanked and Jacob is grounded," Madison said, talking into her lunch bag because of her embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, Tali. I shouldn't have dared you! And now you've done it too."

Tali patted her friend on the arm but her mind was elsewhere. She stared at the cherry scented pencil and knew what she had to do.

When the bell rang, Tali went to the school office instead of back to her classroom. Now her belly was really churning and she thought she might get sick.

"Can you call my Grandpa Gibbs?" Tali asked the school secretary, as tears threatened to spill. "I need to go home."

—NCIS—

Ziva plucked a grape off the breakfast tray and put it up to Tony's mouth. Just as he opened his mouth, she moved her hand and popped the grape into her own mouth.

"Hey!" Tony exclaimed, drawing Ziva closer to him and kissing her as she tried to chew. The two scuffled playfully for a few seconds until Ziva allowed Tony to pull her onto his lap.

It was midday and the couple was enjoying a late breakfast thanks to room service. In fact, they hadn't left their room since they came back from dinner.

Ziva shifted on Tony's lap to look at her husband. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have Tony, Tali and another daughter on the way.

"Hey, you okay, my ninja?" He said softly, rubbing her belly. "And my baby ninja?" He added, speaking toward Ziva's belly.

"We are fine, my little hairy butt," Ziva said, pausing to put her hand over Tony's.

Tony slowly slid his hand under Ziva's nightshirt, as he leaned forward to kiss her. At that move, Ziva hopped off Tony's lap.

"Tony! No! Not again! We have not left that bed in two days! You can not possibly want-"

Tony stood up from the small breakfast table and walked over to Ziva.

"It's just… you're so beautiful," he said softly, touching her cheek. "And we have three more days all to ourselves."

Tony leaned in to kiss his wife and this time she let him. As their kiss deepened, Ziva turned and whispered into Tony's ear, "That is not your knee."

Tony smiled widely at Ziva's reference to the first time they were in bed together, undressed and under cover for assignment. That was a long time ago but the desire was still there.

"It most certainly is not, Sweet Cheeks," Tony replied with a grin.

Ziva smiled mischievously back at him just before she smacked the back of his head.

"Hey!"

"I said, I need to do something else, Tony. I am going for a run. I love you. But I cannot love you this often!"

With that exclamation, Ziva headed for the bathroom.

"Officer David," Tony said in his best authoritarian tone. "Front and center."

Tony's abrupt change in tone stopped Ziva in her tracks. She turned back toward him.

"What is it? I promise not to strain myself or the baby. Just a light 10 mile run. I'll be back in the wink of an eye. Do not worry."

"Blink, Ziva. In the blink of an eye," Tony corrected, grabbing something out of the bag.

Ziva took Tony's correction as agreement and started toward the bathroom again.

"Hold on, I have a better idea of something we can do," Tony said. "And it doesn't involve the bed. Close your eyes and hold out your hand."

Now Ziva was curious. This seemed more than Tony's usually stalling and distraction when he was worried about her stressing herself while pregnant.

She complied grudgingly.

"You know that I do not like surprises, Tony. I do not want to accidentally kill you by instinct if you startle me."

"Easy there, my crazy ninja chick. I'm just putting something in your hand. Now open your eyes."

Ziva obeyed and almost immediately tears welled in her eyes as she saw that she was holding two first class plane tickets to Paris for the weekend.

"Oh, Tony," was all she could say.

"I know, Ziva," Tony responded. "I wanted this weekend to be special. It's the last time we will travel for awhile. And I wanted to spend that time in the city where I finally understood how much I loved you."

Ziva knew Tony was thinking of the time when the two were tasked with escorting a key witness to D.C. to Paris. They both had lied to others about who slept on the couch. In reality, neither had since they had made love and slept in each other's arms that night.

"I love you," Ziva said. "That night in Paris is where it all began."

She realized in the next moment that their plane was set to depart in a couple hours. Suddenly she realized she wasn't prepared for an overseas trip, even a short one.

"Tony, we would need to go to the airport from here. I have no clothes for a weekend in Paris. And my passport? And Tali?"

Tony quickly put Ziva's mind at ease, letting her know he had packed an extra bag for her, Gibbs was in on the plan, and he had their passports ready to go.

"You have thought of everything," Ziva said, with admiration in her voice. "I am going to shower. And you should join me," she added as she walked past Tony, slipping off her nightshirt.

Tony caught up to her easily and playfully smacked Ziva's bottom as he raced ahead to the bathroom.

"Getting slow, David. Better catch up!"