Author's Note: Time for Ziva's family to show up.
This chapter will be the lead up to the last bit of drama, which will be in the next chapter.
You guys know what I mean.
The Battle of the Dads is about to begin.
My "Love and TIVA" series will be ending soon, possibly within 2 to 3 chapters. I hate to stop writing for this couple (for now) but I'm currently juggling my Grey's fic and my new House fan fiction, which you should totally read.
Hey, author's notes are good for advertising.
After I'm finished with those, I'll be taking suggestions for what you'd like our NCIS heroes to do for a later project.
Drop me a comment or even an email, although I check it like twice a year, just to warn you.
Enough rambling.
Enjoy the show.
Disclaimer: NOT MINE. I CAN'T AFFORD IT.
"So, this is where Zivalah works. Very nice."
"Very big and confusing, you mean."
"Oh, come on, Eli. It shouldn't be too hard to find her. How many Israeli people work here, anyway?"
"75."
"Oh, you can look that up but you can't print a map? And they made you the leader of MOSSAD. Our nation is doomed."
"This is what I get for letting you out of your cage."
Natalia "Nettie" David sighed and continued walking through the expansive lobby, her light green duffel on her back.
She wore her favorite black and silver floral print and had her hair up in a beehive.
Her feet were in her good black pumps and she carried herself gracefully.
She wanted to keep her new family's high opinion of her and your clothes said a lot about who you were.
Ziva had met a nice boy with a lively family.
Her teammates were sweet and did right by her.
Nettie didn't want to cause trouble or offend anyone.
Well, except for Eli but he doesn't count.
Her sister's husband was her go-to guy for verbal sparring and mocking.
When Ava had brought him home, she had put him through the wringer until he grabbed her by the throat.
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"Eli! Eli, let her go!"
"No, no! Ava, this is good! He has a backbone! We Rosenbergs are strong, mule headed women! He must be able to stand up for himself if he intends to stick around!"
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Ever since that dinner, they had been thick as thieves.
They had flown halfway the world to see their beam of light get hitched and that's what they were going to do.
If they could find her, of course.
She abruptly stopped and turned to see Eli trying to catch up through a crowd of agents
With his height, steel grey slacks and scarlet red sweater, he was easy to spot.
"Perhaps, we should ask for assistance!" she called.
He flushed beet red with barely suppressed rage.
"I've been saying that for the last 15 minutes, woman!", he snarled.
"You know that I never listen to you!"
He growled and stalked towards an information desk, his black boots thudding on the tiled floor.
Nettie giggled lightly and continued on serenely.
Infuriating him would never get old.
Sitting on a bench, she heard the sounds of someone vomiting violently into a garbage can.
When she turned her head, she saw the young Gothic woman from the hospital.
Abigail Scuito, she remembered. She would know where Ziva and Anthony are, for sure.
Reaching into her duffel, she got some mouth wash and ginger ale for the girl, approaching her.
"Here you go, sweetheart."
She looked up from the can and glanced quizzically around.
"Down here, dear. Morning sickness, yes?"
She looked down and then nodded sadly, rinsing her mouth.
"Mm-hm. You're Ziva's aunt, right?"
"That is correct and I can't seem find my niece or the man candy she's marrying anywhere."
The young woman choked on the ginger ale and laughed uproariously.
"Tony is man candy?!"
"Eh. I know an attractive man when I see one. I'm old, not blind."
"It's Tony!"
"Still, he's quite the male specimen. Could you be so kind as to assist me? Eli forgot to print a map because he's a man and they never get lost." she drawled sarcastically, giggling with her.
"Do not make me tape your mouth closed, Natalia! Hello, Abigail."
The young woman sobered and shook his hand.
"Director David."
"It's Eli. You will soon be family."
"True. Come on. I think they're in the bullpen. They're usually back up from the day care by now."
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"Your suit is in the cleaners, yes?"
"Yes, dear. It should be ready by tomorrow. Did you call the caterer?"
"We have a meeting with him tomorrow afternoon. Everything else is set."
"We're going to be married within the next 72 hours. Alex and everyone else should be down by tomorrow afternoon."
"Even Jenna and Andrew? I thought they were back in Portland."
"They transferred to Bethesda to be closer to the family. They'll be here."
Ziva nodded and toyed lightly with her star ring.
Now, she knew how Abby felt.
She was not nervous about marrying her little hairy butt.
She had wanted Anthony James DiNozzo from the start and Ziva always got the men she wanted, one way or another.
She was just nervous about the ceremony.
Abby's worries were now hers, other than the argumentative parents part.
Although, Abby had reported that they were reconciling.
Hands went to her shoulders and she sighed gratefully as he rubbed them.
"Zee-Vah, it's going to be okay. What's important is that we love each other."
"When did you get so smart?" she asked with genuine confusion.
Apparently, Tony got better with age, just like wine.
He chuckled and thought about it.
"Somewhere in between our undercover mission and the fiasco with Jeanne, I reckon. Does it make you hot?"
"To be honest with you Tony, you barely have to try, anymore."
"Sweet."
"That does not mean I don't want you to try."
"Noted. Kiss me."
She turned and did just that, tenderly taking his lips and sipping at them.
Soon however, tenderness turned to heat.
They had agreed to stop making love until their wedding night, in order to make it more intense.
It didn't stop them from engaging in some steamy make out sessions.
"Ah, young love!"
She sent Tony to the floor at the sound of her aunt's voice.
"Ow.", he said in a dull monotone.
"Sorry, love." she replied, helping him up.
Both stepped a good foot apart from each other, looking at the giggling woman with beet red cheeks.
"No, continue. Free soft core porn, yes?"
"Aun-tie!" she hissed, mortified.
"You're dirty old woman, you know that?!" Tony asked her, now laughing.
"Yes, yes. I know. It's part of my appeal. Come and hug me, Anthony while Ziva pulls herself together."
He did and Ziva smiled as her father came into view.
She hugged him tightly and he kissed her forehead.
"How are you, dear?"
"I'm well, aba. Just a bit nervous, is all."
"I could help you flee, if you wish."
"No. I just want to make it through the ceremony."
"What the wedding signifies is more important than the actual event itself. If something goes wrong, so be it. The most important thing..."
"... Is that my son has finally completed his humiliation of the DiNozzo name."
A sea of scarlet entered her vision as Tony's sperm donor came into the bullpen.
Now that she was not pregnant, her rage could be unleashed upon this fucker.
It was a shame that the carpets were freshly cleaned.
Blood was a bitch to remove from them.