Tony and I have been here almost a month and I'm going stir crazy. We've played every board game at least twice that exists in this cottage. We've watched more movies than I could name, and I've read every book I brought with me or that is here. The only times I can really leave the cottage are my pre-dawn walks on the beach, my favorite thing to do, or if Tony and I want to swim in the ocean, something we only do in the mid afternoon, when it's hottest.

Gibbs, Abby, McGee and Ducky all call, each once a day to talk to us. McGee usually gives us the gossip and the updates on the cases, Ducky tells us stories, Gibbs updates us and checks up on how I'm feeling, Abby never stops talking, about what varies greatly from "Bert" her stuffed puppet hippo, to the cases. It's really nice to talk to them because I miss them terribly. Luckily, once a week, generally on Friday nights, Gibbs, and one other team member visits in a rotation. The first week was Abby, next was McGee, then Ducky, which means it should be Abby's turn again, unless Gibbs brings the new recruit he promised to this Friday. The only downside to visitors, is that I now feel like a whale, I'm constantly peeing or hungry, or tired. Now that I have nothing to do, and the baby is becoming much more active, I am never sleeping well and therefore even more tired then I should be, making it a miserable cycle.

I groan as the baby kicks even harder, making it impossible for me to fall back asleep.

I look at the clock. Zero dark thirty, too early for my walk. I heave myself to my feet and waddle into the kitchen, looking out at the moonlit water.

"Hey, Kate, is everything alright?" Tony's concern laced voice comes from behind me.

"I can't sleep. The baby is going to have one hell of a personality." I shake my head and he or she starts kicking again. "Feel here."

I take his hand, and press it to the spot where I feel the beating.

He winces in sympathy. "Wow, you're tough Kit-Kat."

"She's going to be the most badass little princess or he's going to be the toughest little jock." I shake my head

He smiles and says, "You need to get some sleep. May I try and calm down the baby?"

I nod, willing to try anything to get a few hours of sleep. We head back to my room, and he climbs into bed, motioning for me to come too. I wriggle into bed and into his arms. I snuggle into his shoulder as he uses one of his hands to soothingly rub my stomach, gently singing some lullaby I don't recognize.

Slowly, as the baby calms, I drift off to sleep, content listening to Tony's voice.