I know I said at the end of chapter 6 that that was all, but I'm having fun writing a story, so I'm going to continue with this one and then write as many chapters until I feel that my fingers are going to fall off from all the typing! I do warn you though, there will be more angst but I won't kill anyone because I don't want to get killed by a mob of angry readers. Enjoy!

"Okay, so maybe a play day wasn't the best idea!" Tony yelled, trying to be heard over the screams of the trio of children in his living room. Sophie was pulling at Anne's hair, laughing as the older girl tickled her while trying to kick her brother away while he tried to get at Sophie's hair because she was pulling his as well. Ziva was in the middle of it, trying to break up the children while Tony held a squirming Alissa in his arms. He held a phone in his other hand, akwardly trying to call Abby to see how long they would be gone for. They had all gone out shopping and Tony and Ziva had stayed home, opting for quality time which Tony ruined by sugesting that they could watch the kids.

"Do you think, Tony!" Ziva yelled, sarcasm dripping through every word. Tony rolled his eyes at her tone and listened to the phone ring in his ear.

"Hello?" a voice said, causing Tony to sigh in relief.

"Abby! Can you guys come home, preferably now?" He could hear the rest talking in the background and could clearly here the mall in the background.

"Well, we're kind of in the middle of shopping for presents. It is your anniversary in two weeks." Tony sighed agin, this time the relief completely gone.

"Yeah, and I love spending the run-up to my anniversary with kids attacking my wife." Looking into the living room he could see that the kids had gone from their 'war' to dog piling on Ziva. A sudden wave of panic struck, realising that she was newly pregnant, but before he could move she was standing again, holding her hands up.

"SHUT UP!" she yelled, causing the crowd on the floor to stop and look up at her, shock writen on their faces. Tony smiled at her, questioning if she was okay with his eyes. She smiled slightly and then nodded, a protective hand on her stomach. He nodded and then put the phone back to his ear.

"Was that Ziva? What's all the screaming about?" Abby sounded worried and then he heard the phone get moved agains fabric.

"Are my babies okay? Is everything alright?" He instantly recognised Jenny's voice and smiled. She had instantly become a worried mother the moment Tony offered to watch them.

"Yeah, they're fine. Just being a little loud at the moment. Well, not anymore since Ziva stopped it, and no, she didn't bind and gag them." He heard Jenny chuckle, the worry gone after being reasured that they were okay.

"Well we're just on our way now, actually. Did you need us to get you anything?"

"No, just hurry, they look like their ready to..."


Jenny took the phone from her ear, looking at it strangely.

"What is it, Jen?" Gibbs asked her.

"I think Tony was just mobbed by our children." Gibbs smiled and they heard Abby and McGee laugh beside them.


Back at the apartment Tony was trying to get the 'mob' off of him. It was, however, one child short. He stood up and looked around the room.

"Sophie?" When he got no answer he tried louder, still recieving no answer. He began getting frantic. The baby had long been put in the crib, so Tony was free to run around his apartment.

"Ziva? Sophie?" He made it to the dining room when he noticed the paper on the table.

They're gon. We have them. Try to find us and they die.

Tony was shocked. His wife and little girl, gone.


"Tony? Ziva?" They made their way into the apartment, putting the bags at the door. "Tony, are you here?" A couple of kids came running out, looking scared.

"Ucle Tony's not moving, and he won't talk to us anymore!" The group instantly got fear on their faces and ran through the house, finding him in the dining room, sitting on a chair with his head on his arms. Gibbs walked forwards, resting a hand gently on his shoulder.

"Tony?" he asked softly, and the younger man lifted his head, showing them the tears that raced down his face.

"They...they're...gone." His eyes showed them how helpless he felt and the broken vase and smashed chair told them that he had been angry as well. Gibbs was about to ask when he saw the paper on the table, tear stains on the sheet. It took only a second to read it but he took the time to notice the envelope that lay underneat, a corner peaking out. He reached forward and picked it up while the rest read the note and tried to comfort Tony as a new wave of tears hit him. Gibbs opened the envelope and then tried to stifle the angry words that threatened to escape. Inside were two locks of hair, both tied of with a black ribbon. The ends of both looking as if they had been soaked in blood.


Okay, I know it's rough but I wanted to get this chapter out of my head to make room for the rest of my ideas. You're also probably wondering how they managed to get kidnapped in such a short span of time...well just think of them as highly efficient. And I know what you're thinking, I'm cruel, but just remember that I am a total TIVA fan and I love them all. Please don't kill me. You may, however, review.