A/N: I don't know all that much about New Zealand, so I apologise for any mistakes I have made in this chapter. Also, I own the island and I completely made-up Tony's middle name purely for my own amusement. Don't forget to check-out the album for this story on my profile under Four Days. I added pictures of the house.

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After another three days and two countries later, Ziva and Abby were finally being taken around by a real estate agent touring properties on the north island of New Zealand. There had been a long and tedious discussion on whether they would be looking for a home in the south island or the north island. The majority of the New Zealand population lived on the north island, with only about a quarter living on the south. However, the south island brought in a lot more tourists than the north. Ziva much preferred having a few nosey neighbors to thousands of potential threats.

Before they had decided which country they wanted to settle down in, New Zealand was in the running with a small handful of other countries. Abby was adamant about wanting to go to New Zealand because that was where Xena was filmed and of course Xena was one of Abby's all time favorite ancient heroes. She claimed they had some of the most beautiful beaches and forests in the world. It was far from Israel, the United States, and Paris where Abigail Sciuto had last used her real name Ziva rationalized. And, Ziva also remembered that her father had been banned from the country many years before she joined Mossad because of an international incident he started while on New Zealand soil.

Currently they were in a boat headed to a small island off the coast of the Bay of Plenty. Both Abby and Ziva had told the real estate agent they wanted some place either on the coast or in the woods. However, with most of the coastal population on the Bay of Plenty concentrated on the western and central parts of the coast, if it was going to be on the coast it has to be the eastern part. The real estate asked them how they would feel about having to use a boat to get to their home.

"A boat?" Ziva asked.

"Yes." The older woman began. "We have one island off the east coast of the Bay of Plenty with two properties currently for sale. The island is set-up with houses on the beach along the coast in a sort of oval shape, with one of each of the properties for sale on each end, one on the east and one on the west. Both properties are further from the rest of the properties as they are on either tip of the island. There is plenty of privacy and both properties are just a short walk to the center of town, a little further than the other properties, but these houses make up for it. The only question would be whether you enjoy sunrises or sunsets more. The downside is that it is a sixty-minute boat ride from the mainland. Would you be interested in checking out these properties?"

Abby and Ziva looked at each other. "Yes!"

"Now I will admit the actual houses are not that big. The top floor is strictly for the bedrooms with three separate bedrooms and a master suite that included a bedroom, a sitting room and master bath. There are two other full bathrooms on the top floor and one half-bath on the main floor…"

Abby's mind trailed off as she looked out across the vast water. Ziva was pushing for a home birth, but what was she supposed to do if something went wrong? She had no problem with delivering the baby herself, she and Ziva had a long talk about that and Ziva told Abby many, many times that while she would prefer not to have to go into a hospital where she would be in a very vulnerable position during the birth and where she couldn't watch the baby 24/7, she would if Abby didn't feel comfortable delivering the baby. She was honored that Ziva had asked her and when she sat down and really thought about it, it was the safer option. But she couldn't put from her mind the possibility of all the things that could go wrong. In the event that something did go wrong during the birth, there was no way they would be able to make it to a hospital with a sixty-minute boat ride and at least a twenty minute drive to the nearest hospital and have Ziva and the baby both make it out okay. It was a lot of pressure to put on the forensic scientist.

"Dolphins!"

The excitement in the Israeli's voice brought a smile to Abby's face.

"Oh yes, they hang around in the waters in front of the property on the eastern side of the island. They come up when the boats get close. Would you like to go to the east property first?"

Abby looked across the boat at Ziva wondering why the Israeli wasn't answering the realtor's question. Ziva was looking out over the water, totally entranced by the dolphins. Abby smiled at the realtor. "That would be great, thanks."

[The Night Before Their Flight to New Zealand]

"Ow Zi. Easy there."

Ziva untangled the brush from Abby's hair. "Sorry."

"Never let Gibbs hear you say that."

Ziva chuckled. "I do not think we have to worry about that."

Abby shut her eyes tight and gripped the edges of the chair. "Just do it and get it over with." When Abby opened her eyes Ziva was holding what used to be Abby's ponytail in front of her face. "You're good."

"I am aware." Ziva smirked. She dropped the former ponytail into Abby's lap and grabbed a different pair of scissors from the counter. "Now just sit still and I will even this out and add some ah . . . layers, yes?" She continued on without waiting for Abby to answer. "Your bangs have grown-out long enough to be used for your first layer, so your bangs are no longer going to exist. Are you ready?"

Abby nodded and fifteen minutes later Ziva put the blow dryer down and handed Abby the mirror. "Take a look."

"Wow." Abby was still heartbroken at having to lose her pigtails, her bangs and signature midnight black hair. It was now dyed a color closer to Ziva's. Still dark, but not the same. Her now brown hair came just a tiny bit past her chin at the longest layer and a couple of inches above her shoulder at the shortest. She had to admit though - she loved the dark auburn highlights. Abby had always wondered what it would be like to be a redhead and this was probably as close as she was ever going to get. In addition to the haircut her new look also included wearing brown colored contacts. She was no longer the black-haired, blue-eyed Goth she once was. She did what she had to do for them to stay safe. "It looks great Zi. In addition to being a European cab driver in a previous life you must've been a hairdresser too." She stood up and hugged Ziva. "I love it."

"I am sorry you had to lose your pigtails."

Abby pulled back and placed a gentle kiss on Ziva's lips. "Don't be. I volunteered."

Ziva ran a hand through her own self done haircut that included taking several inches off to end her hair at her shoulders and new side-swept bangs. "I would dye my hair as well, but…" She trained off, placing her hands over her ever-expanding belly.

"Not a chance." Abby said, squatting down to place a kiss on Ziva's belly. "We've got to protect the little womb-dwelling creature. Don't we?"

"Abby I was thinking-"

"Don't we? Yes we do . . . Yes we do, because we love you. Oh yes we do."

Ziva looked down at her belly. "Abby? . . . Abby? . . . Abigail?!"

Abby looked up from Ziva's belly. "Yes?"

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure." Abby stood up and ran a hand through her new haircut. "What's up?"

"I was thinking about what we're going to use for names in New Zealand. We have to assume that we are going to be there for at least the next six months, so the names we chose have to be names that we are comfortable with and names that we, meaning you, will not have to send too much time getting used to before you answer to it without a second thought."

"What do you mean me?"

"Abby, I am highly trained in undercover operations. It does not take me long to get used to a new identity."

Abby nodded. "Good point."

"I like your hair." Ziva smiled and ran her hand through Abby's hair. "It suits you."

"You think so?" Abby turned around and looked in the mirror.

Ziva smirked. "Yes. It is very . . . how do you say it? . . . Soccer mom-ish."

Abby turned back to Ziva with her mouth wide open. "Ziva David, you did not just say what I think you said."

"What do you think I said?"

"You did not just call me a soccer mom?"

"No." Ziva shook her head. "I called your hair that of a soccer mom."

Abby stomped her foot and Ziva took off running across the room, turning around briefly to see Abby right on her heels. She couldn't run as fast as she used to now that she was carrying around another fifteen pounds, give or take . . . another fifteen pounds. From the bathroom through the sitting room and into the bedroom Ziva had run out of places to run. Apparently Abby didn't like soccer moms. "We need to discuss names, Abigail."

"Oh don't worry Zee-va, we will. But as for right now,"

Ziva took a step to the right and doubled over. "OW!"

"Ziva!" Abby immediately forgot about their chase and ran over to Ziva, already mentally chastising herself for chasing a pregnant woman. She should have known better. "Ziva talk to me – what's wrong."

Ziva snapped up with a big smile plastered on her face. "Nothing. But now the chase is over."

Abby couldn't believe Ziva had done that. She turned and walked away. "That's not funny."

Ziva walked around the upset woman and stopped in front of her, gently placing her hands on Abby's crossed arms. "I'm sorry."

"Really not funny." Abby gently slapped Ziva's arm and turned away from her again. "It's not nice to do stuff like that to me."

"I know. You are sensitive."

Abby looked over her shoulder. If looks could kill…

Ziva once again walked around Abby and stopped in front of her. She reached out and gently guided the Goth's chin up so that their eyes met. "I am sorry."

Abby re-folded her arms across her chest. "I really thought something was wrong."

Ziva uncrossed Abby's arms and guided her hands down to her belly. "Still kicking."

"She's okay?"

"The baby is fine. I wish you would stop calling it a 'she.' It is a boy."

Abby ignored the comment and withdrew her hands from Ziva's belly, now assured that there was nothing wrong. She sniffled in an attempt to stop the tears from coming. "I really thought something was wrong."

"I know." Ziva reached up to wipe the tear that had fallen from Abby's cheek, letting her hand linger.

"What am I supposed to do without you Ziva?"

"You will never have to know."

"No, no I did know. I knew for eighteen months when you were off doing God only knew what, God only knew where and with God only knew who. I spent eighteen months waiting for the phone to ring or a knock to come to my door or an e-mail . . . anything. I…" She trailed off. "I can't go through that again."

Ziva enveloped Abby within her arms and held her as tightly as she could; doing exactly what Abby would do if the roles were reversed. "You will never have to. I promise you Abby."

"You don't make promises you can't keep." Abby said as she pulled back to search Ziva's eyes for any hint of anything other than absolute sincerity.

Ziva shook her head. "I don't."

Abby looked deep into Ziva's eyes for a few seconds longer before slowly nodding her head. Without looking away she slowly leaned in and kissed Ziva. A kiss that told of everything she had just spoken of; how Ziva was her whole world and nothing else but the two of them mattered. It wasn't long until their clothes laid forgotten on the floor . . .

[A Few Hours Later]

Ziva lay on her side, running her hand through Abby's new shorter, lighter, silkier haircut. It was amazing how a box of hair color and a few snips with a pair of scissors could completely change a person's look. "Our flight is in a couple of hours."

Abby opened her eyes and looked at Ziva. "Did you really have to wake me up to tell me that?"

Ziva smiled and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on Abby's lips. Their activities the past few hours pretty much completely draining them both. "No."

"But you did anyway." Abby chuckled.

Ziva let her hand linger on Abby's cheek for a minute before bringing it back to tuck a stray hair behind her own ear. "We need to think about what names we are going to use. I used cash to buy the plane tickets and booked them under a number, however we are going to need names once we get to the airport. I need to call a real estate agent and book our hotel."

"Can't we just use our real names? Different spellings and last names or . . . whatever."

"Your first name is common enough that you could continue to use it without arousing any suspicious. Mine is not. I need a new name."

"Use your middle name."

"Aniah? It is not common enough either."

"Change it to Anna." Abby said with a yawn, not even trying to keep her eyes open anymore.

"That could work." Ziva thought for a moment. "I have a Chilean passport I need a Chilean surname…" She trailed off, not speaking to Abby but rather herself out loud. She wasn't as sentimental with names as Abby was, but she had a good friend growing up who was from Chile. Her father and Ziva's father did business together and he often brought Daniela with him as he knew Ziva was only a couple of months older. They had a lot of fun together. Aside from Tali, Daniela was Ziva's first best friend. "Reyes." She finally said. "I will use Reyes."

Abby nodded. "Glad you finally chose." She joked.

Ziva ignored the comment. "You should use Kate as your first name."

Abby opened her eyes and propped herself up on her elbow. "Why?"

"She was your best friend."

"I still miss her."

"I know." Ziva reached out and tucked a stray hair back behind Abby's ear, but it kept falling back out. Her first layer was too short to tuck behind her ear. "You always will." Ziva had lost enough people in her life to know how true that statement was.

"It sucks."

Ziva nodded. "What about your surname? Kate…" Ziva trained off. Kate needed a last name, however they had already used so many. It was hard to think of one that that they had neither used nor used any combination of nor knew anyone with…there were a lot of factors considered. Especially because they were about to make a semi-permanent move and the names would stay with them for a while.

"Diggs." Abby stated.

"Can't you just choose Smith or something?"

"No. It's a combination of Gibbs, DiNozzo and McGee. You got the 'D' from DiNozzo, the 'g' from Timmy, and the "i" and "s" from Gibbs. And, it kind of sounds like Gibbs. Diggs…Gibbs."

Ziva threw her head back and laughed. She fell more in love with Abby every time the woman opened her mouth – most of the time. "I was thinking something a little more normal."

"What's wrong with Diggs?"

"Isn't the name of the Broadway actor? On that show now . . . what is the name of that show? With the doctors in LA?"

"Private Practice."

"Yes, Private Practice."

"Hmm . . . good point."

Ziva took a deep breath and looked deeply at Abby. Abby was a person who drew her strength from the people around her; her family, friends. "How about Biggs? It doesn't sounds as unique, yes?"

Abby nodded. "But it doesn't have anything from Tony."

Ziva broke the name down. "You have the 'B' and 's' from Gibbs, the 'g' from McGee, and the 'i' from DiNozzo. Also, Tony's middle name is Benedict. But if he ever finds out I did not tell you." She waited a minute for Abby to stop laughing. "That could also account for the 'B.'"

Abby took a break from her laughing fit to take a breath. "Perfect."

Ziva chuckled. "I should not have told you that."

"Oh no, you definitely should."

"When we see him again, do not make fun of him. He told me in the strictest of confidence. It is a family name, passed down to all first-born DiNozzo males."

"Poor Tony." Abby continued laughing. "Poor DiNozzo's first born little DiNozzo. Forget Biggs, I want my last name to be Benedict."

"You are not using Benedict."

"We should name the baby Benedict."

Ziva shook her head as Abby was literally rolling with laughter. No Caf-Pow and little sleep put Abby miles past exhausted at this point. "Abby. . . Abby if you could stop laughing for a minute we need to get hacking."

Abby stopped mid-laugh and sat-up. "We need to what now?"

"We need to hack into the immigration databases."

"Why?"

"Because I do not have the means to get us new passports so we need to use the ones we have, just changing everything in them."

Abby smiled and threw her arms around Ziva, crashing her lips down atop Ziva's own. "I love it when you talk dirty."

Ziva smacked Abby's behind and pointed to the laptop sitting on the desk beside the bed. Abby jumped off the bed and ran to the laptop. "I need you to hack into the Chilean and the American immigration databases. Can you do it?"

Abby scoffed. "Can I do it? Puh-lease."

"After that I'll have to take new pictures and print everything out to put into these blank passports." Ziva explained as she pulled out two brand new passports. "I thought something like this might happen where I wouldn't have the means to get official passports made from other countries, so I may or may not have had a secret box in that space behind one of the cabinets above the fridge full of blank passports. But the question is, how are we going to get the information printed on the pages?"

Abby smiled and turned back to the laptop. "Leave that all to me."

Ziva leaned over and placed a kiss on Abby's forehead and left the passports beside her before heading into the bathroom. She had to put in her contacts to change her eyes to blue and find her glasses - another cleverly placed costume piece to further hide her true identity, before they took the pictures. She popped out for a quick second. "And make sure to take my necklace off before we take the pictures. I'll help you cover up the tattoos once I have straightened my hair."

Abby's hand flew to the Star of David pendant around her neck. She hadn't taken it off in almost two years. She would have to find a safe place for it to reside for the next few months.

[Two More Hours Later]

"Abby, you are amazing."

Abby smiled at her handiwork. "Most convincing if I do say so myself."

Ziva grabbed one of the passports and looked at it every which way she could and had to agree. "You would never know that we took these pages out and ran them through the printer."

"Nope." Abby shook her head. "I have to say though, I am rocking this haircut." She grabbed Ziva's passport from her hands to check her picture. "You look hot in glasses."

Ziva smiled. "I try."

Abby hit Ziva with the passport. "Don't get cocky."

Ziva stuck her tongue out and grabbed her passport back from Abby. "Are you ready?"

Abby picked up her bag and shoved her own passport into the picket. "Ready." She held out her hand. "Let's go get us a home."

[Back in New Zealand]

The real estate agent tied the boat up as Abby and Ziva stood on the dock looking up at the house they both knew would be theirs. It was love at first sight. "Wow."

"That is usually the general consensus." She explained as she joined the two women on the dock and gently pushed them up the stone pathway to the house.

"It's neo-classical in its design with its arches over the front doorway and the windows, the columns on either side of the doorway and the mini columns on the railing of the large balcony and in front of the outside doorways in each of the bedrooms, the large balcony itself, all of the doorways and windows and even its apricot color, white accents and burnt orange roof."

Abby nudged Ziva. "Didn't she say this place was small?"

Ziva chuckled and brought her finger to her lips. "Shh . . . maybe this is small here."

Abby laughed and walked through the door the realtor held open. "Oh . . . my . . . God."

"Wow." Ziva added.

"Maybe 'small' is an understatement." The realtor confessed.

Abby and Ziva nodded with mouths still agape. Inside the front door was a beautiful entryway that lead in three different directions. To the right went into the formal entertaining room followed by the dining room and behind it was the kitchen with room and equipment that would far exceed the needs or dreams of even the best five-star chef. To the left was the living room/office that spanned from the front of the house all the way to the back with a smaller room next to the kitchen that could be used for a playroom. Behind the staircase in front of the kitchen and playroom was a beautiful library that nearly had Ziva in tears.

Straight ahead was a white marble staircase that cut-off in the middle and one side continued up to the left side of the top floor, and the other to the right side. To the left were two bedrooms with one bathroom at the back end of the hall and to the right, the master bedroom and smallest bedroom with an identical bathroom at the end of that hall. In front of the staircase was the double doorway that led out to the balcony that overlooked the front of the property and could see straight to the ocean.

"Wow." Was all that Abby could say.

"You have been saying that a lot recently." Ziva joked as she pulled Abby into the master bedroom. "Now this, I would have to say 'wow' to."

Abby nodded. "A-huh. I could fit my entire apartment into this room."

"Unfortunately the family had to move back to Europe or something before they could furnish the house so you will have to do all of that yourself, but it is a great opportunity for you as no one has lived in this house yet and you will be able to furnish the home to your specific tastes. There is a fireplace over here." The realtor explained, pointing to the corner of the room.

"A corner fireplace?" Abby questioned. "That is so cool." Abby ran over to the fireplace, made out of the same marble as the staircase, but in brick form. "So cool."

"There is one in the living room, identical to this one, and one in the formal entertaining room as well that is black. This one and the one below in the formal room are connected. It doesn't so much go with the neo-classical design of the house, but the people who built it liked to listen to the ocean at night while sitting in front of the fire. Too bad they never got to do that before they had to leave."

"Sounds good to me." Abby agreed.

"The two bedrooms on the other side of the hall are both equal sized – smaller than the master bedroom of course, but the other bedroom on this side of the hall would be perfect for the baby."

Abby and Ziva nodded and followed the realtor out of the room and down the hall into the smallest room. Abby was amazed. "It may be the smallest bedroom, but it is still bigger than any room I've ever had."

Ziva nodded. "I agree. There is plenty of room in here for several infants."

"I see a large wrought iron crib over there." Abby began, walking over next to Ziva. "A changing table over there, a big, padded rocking chair in the corner." She laced her fingers with Ziva's and laid her head on the Israeli's shoulder. "A dollhouse over there."

Ziva rolled her eyes. "Or a train set."

Abby smiled up at Ziva. "Or a train set."

Ziva turned around and looked at the real estate agent. "We would like to make an offer."