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Tony walked into the apartment. Ziva, who was sitting with Tali at the dining table could tell he was annoyed.

'What happened?' she asked.

'Crazy guy tried to assassinate a federal witness whilst I was waiting for Dad. And you'll never believe this' said Tony exasperated. 'But Dad is still in London!'

'What?' asked Ziva, attempting to spoon some more pureed food into Tali's mouth. Baby foods were proving to be an adventure.

'My dad is still in London. Missed is flight!'

'And he did not tell you?'

'Yep. So, I have to go back to the airport tomorrow to pick him up. Assuming he actually gets on this flight.' Tony sat down in a huff in the chair next to Tali. He smiled at the sight of his daughter covered in baby food.

'You OK?' asked Ziva. Tony took a couple of minutes to say anything.

'I'm just annoyed, Zi. This is Tali's first Thanksgiving. I just thought he would have made more of an effort.' Ziva reached over and squeezed Tony's hand. She was disappointed too. Tony and Senior's relationship have improved quite a bit since Tali was born. Ziva just hoped that Senior had a good reason for missing his flight.

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Tony stood by the gate, watching the crowd of tired looking passengers disembark from the flight. In the midst of them was Senior, his white hair easy to spot. He had a big smile on his face, and as Tony had predicted with Jake and Ellie, he was wearing a suit.

'Junior' he cried. Senior pulled Tony into a hug, not noticing Tony's annoyance.

'Dad.'

They walked to get Senior's luggage and then over to where Tony had parked his car, Senior chatting about his trip to Europe. He hadn't just gone to London.

'Is something the matter, Junior?' asked Senior once they were sitting in the car. 'You've barely spoken two words to me.' Tony paused for a second, compiling his thoughts.

'Why didn't you tell me you had missed your flight, Dad? Why couldn't you have made the effort? This is Tali's first Thanksgiving. It's really important to me and Ziva that you are there, and you nearly weren't.' Senior felt sad at the look of disappointment in his son's face.

'But I am now.'

'But what if there hadn't been another flight Dad?' The two DiNozzo's sat in silence for a moment, letting the conversation settle. For sometime now, Tony had allowed himself to think that Senior had stopped disappointing him. Then he missed his flight.

'I'm sorry, son. I don't have a reason why I missed the first flight, or at least one that you'll accept.' 'Let me guess, a rich divorcee or widow.'

'Old college friend actually.' Tony looked over at his father, surprised. 'Henry and I went to Wesleyan together. Hadn't seen him since the 70s.' Silence fell again. 'I am sorry, for not letting you know. I had every intention of making sure I was here for Thanksgiving.' Tony smiled slightly.

'OK, Dad. Let's go home.'

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Senior was sitting on the sofa, playing with Tali and Tony, dressed in a very nice suit was waiting for Ziva. They were going to the opera.

'Zi, you coming?' Tony called out.

Ziva stepped out of the bedroom and into the living room. She was wearing a black dress with long sleeves. It was November in Dc after all. The dress has a deep V neck line and the skirt flared out at her waist, showing off the new figure she had acquired after having Tali, her wild curls over one shoulder.

'Wow' breathed Tony. 'You look incredible, Zi.'

'I second that' said Senior from the sofa. He came over with Tali in his arms and stood next to Tony. 'You look stunning Ziva.'

'Thank you' she replied quietly. The smile that grew on her face did not go unnoticed by Tony, who also smiled. Ziva's body confidence had grown so much in the last few months. She told him a not that long ago that she felt so much better about her body, that she loved her new body. Tony could see this new confidence seeping into other aspects of their lives. Especially with regards to Ziva's photography. Since talking to Bob at Tali's naming celebration, Ziva had been taking more and more photos daily. Every time Tony came home from work, there were another twenty or thirty photos that Ziva needed to go through.

Senior shooed Tony and Ziva out the door and off to the opera. He was babysitting Tali for the evening. He loved spending time with his granddaughter. At almost five months, Tali's personality was beginning to come through a little. She loved giggling and laughing, and Senior could tell she was a DiNozzo whenever Tali smiled. Her favourite toy was her stuffed dog, Doggy and Tali's favourite book was Row, row, row your boat.

After reading it several times over, Tali started to get sleepy. Senior was glad. He was losing his voice! After a quick change, Senior sung Tali to sleep. Watching his granddaughter drift off, reminded him of watching his son fall asleep.

'Sweet dreams Tali bean' whispered Senior.

A few hours later, Senior was sitting on the sofa, his feet up, reading a book. He stopped reading for a second. He thought he heard something. Assuming he had imagined in, Senior went back to his book. A thud from outside the apartment caught his attention this time. He put the book down, got up and opened the door.

Tony and Ziva sprung apart faster than you could say, well, anything. It was obvious they had been making out. Ziva quickly tried to smooth her ruffled hair, combing her fingers through it, and Senior noticed that Tony's shirt had a couple more buttons undone than before.

'Oh, hi guys. How was the opera?' asked Senior, trying to be casual.

'It was good' answered Ziva. 'How was Tali?' Senior grinned.

'A complete angel.' Ziva smiled. 'She's asleep in the nursery.' Ziva quickly left the awkward living room and went to check on the baby. Senior turned to Tony.

'Sorry, son, for walking in, on, um…' Senior tailed off.

'It's fine Dad.' The two men stood uncomfortably for several seconds. Senior looked around the apartment. He walked over to the coat rack by the front door.

'I'm, um, going to stretch my legs.'

'Dad, no really, you don't have to go.'

'I need some fresh air, son. I've been inside for several hours.'

'Dad,' began Tony, but Senior cut him off.

'You have a very beautiful wife, Junior.'

'Ziva and I aren't married yet, Dad.'

'Not legally anyway.' With that he picked up his coat and keys and left the apartment. The moment the door closed, Ziva came out of the nursery.

'Where has he gone?'

'For a walk. I think he wanted to give us some privacy.'

'That was so awkward' said Ziva.

'Yep it was.' They stood in silence. 'You know, he probably won't be back for at least an hour.' Tony smiled coyly at Ziva, who smiled back.

Fifty minutes later they were lying in bed, naked and sweaty.

'I heard your dad call me your wife' said Ziva after a while.

'We just had sex, and you're thinking about my dad?' Ziva hit him on the chest. Tony laughed. 'Yeah, he did.'

'And you corrected him.'

'Yeah, I did.' Tony was quiet. 'Perhaps we should start to make more definite plans. Start to look at venues and dates.' Ziva propped herself up on her elbow.

'Really?'

'Yeah.' Tony did the same, so they were face to face. 'I want us to be married before Thanksgiving 2015.' Ziva grinned, leant forward and kissed Tony. Then she ran into the living room and came back with her laptop.

'Let's start now' she said, happily.

I wasn't sure which college Senior would have gone to so I researched. I think it fits.

I named Tali's dog Doggy. Kelev is Hebrew for dog so it sort of makes sense.

Hope you enjoyed reading.