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Tony turned and saw Ziva in the bullpen. He smiled and walked over to her, who was chatting to Tim.

'Why the director thought an internet security seminar would be a good cover for Tony is beyond me.' Ziva laughed.

'Hi. What are you doing here?' asked Tony.

'Came to find my fiancé. I have not seen him in a couple of days. Looks a lot like you.' Tony grinned and chuckled, before leaning forward and kissing Ziva.

'I missed you' she whispered.

'I missed you more' he replied.

'Please, get a room.' Tim walked over to the filling cabinet, pretending to file some paperwork, when really, he just wanted to get away from the loved. As much as Tim loved his friends happy, them being so in love together, just reminded him that his own girlfriend was 7000 miles away in Dubai.

'Oh, come on now McPrude. It's been a stressful 48 hours.'

'Stressful? You're not the one who had to climb into a septic tank.'

'No, I was the one who had to deal with a bus full of drunk twenty something idiots, rescue Amir from getting tortured and killed, whilst avoiding a corrupt cop. Besides, I thought you were using the trick coin.'

'Doesn't work on Bishop.'

'Did you ever use this trick coin on me Tony?' asked Ziva.

'Of course not, babe.' Tony quickly kissed the top of Ziva's head. For some reason, Ziva did not believe him. 'Where is Bish?' asked Tony.

'Went home' replied Tim.

'Tony!' cried Abby, running over and throwing herself onto Tony, pulling him into a tight hug. 'How are you? Are you alright?'

'I'm fine Abs. Interpol arrived at just the right time. Thanks to Gibbs.'

'Really?' Tony nodded again and Abby hugged him. Palmer walked into the bullpen, his mind miles away.

'Mr Palmer, nice job' said Tony. Palmer seemed to ignore him. 'Hey, I'm complimenting you. Pay attention. It doesn't happen too often.'

'You can say that again' muttered Tim. Tony went to hit him around the head but Tim ducked.

'Yeah, sorry. Breena keeps sending me this message on Symbolese. I don't think she understands how the game works.' Palmer showed the four of them his phone. There were two images; a bun and an oven.

'I think she's saying she's got something baking for you Jim' suggested Tim.

'No, no. Breena's more of a cook than a baker. Plus, I'm not going gluten right now.'

Tony looked at Ziva and they shared a smile.

'Palmer' said Tony. 'That's a bun and that's an oven. Do the math.' The news dawned on Palmer, his face growing into a smile.

'I have to go home.' Palmer ran away, presumably to get his belonging and go home, leaving Tony, Ziva, Tim and Abby laughing happily.

Upstairs, Gibbs and Vance watched team Gibbs interact with each other. They were both happy at the news of another baby. Vance turned to Gibbs.

'Nothing changes does it.' Gibbs smirked in agreement.

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Ziva woke to find Tony's side of the bed empty. Sitting up, she heard a rustle come from the nursery. She got up and found Tony in the armchair, a pad of paper and pen in his, the wooden memory box open at his feet. There were several sheets of paper folded up in the box.

'What are you doing?' asked Ziva, sleepily.

'Oh, nothing' replied Tony, trying to sound nonchalant. It did not work.

'Do not keep secrets, motek.' Ziva went to crouch next to the chair. It didn't quite work as she almost fell over. Tony grabbed her arm to help her balance, both of them laughing.

'I was just writing a few things down, that's all.'

'And putting them in the memory box?' Tony paused. 'Tell me' urged Ziva.

'This whole trip to Marseille, made me think a few things. Maybe because of Amanda and her father, or my relationship with Senior, or because I genuinely did not know how I was going to get out of the standoff if it hadn't been for Gibbs sending Interpol, I don't know. I just felt that I needed to write something for Bean. That if something did happen or does happen, Bean will have something from me to it.' Tony stood up and pulled Ziva into a hug. 'Now that we're about to be parents, I'm glad that I had that time with my mom, and Senior and I are getting better at talking.' Tony sighed. 'I just don't want to be a mystery to Bean.'

Ziva smiled, proud of her fiancé. He had opened up about quite a bit over the past few weeks; his own worries about becoming a parent, whether he was up to the job. He was desperate to not repeat his relationship with Senior, and wanted Bean to know its only living (and biological) grandparent. She knew he had been talking with his friends from he mental health support group, opening up more in general. Ziva reached up and pulled Tony into a kiss. The kiss broke and they rested their foreheads against each other.

Tony pulled Ziva back into a hug, wrapping his arms around her. She remembered him doing this in the early days of their relationship and loved how it made her feel secure.

'I love you Tony.'

'I love you too, Zi. And Bean.' Ziva smiled. She took Tony's hand and lead them back to the bedroom. 'I was thinking' she began. 'That we might take a trip after the baby's born. Perhaps in September, as long as the midwife says it's OK.'

'Yeah? Where do you have in mind?'

'Marseille?' Tony laughed as he closed their bedroom door.

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