Dear Readers,

Thanks for the reviews! Every time I see a new review, my day gets brighter!

To answer to some reviews, yes, I know Gibbs might be a little out of character. In my story, Gibbs will become an important character in the children's lives, and I needed him included in the plotline. Also, I think Gibbs would be a bit more scared of a pregnant and hormonal Ziva!

Sorry for the most super-long delay ever! I thought I had lost the file, but it turns out I didn't! So, here's the next chapter! Hopefully I can start posting more regularly, and I appreciate your patience!

The song for the last chapter is… Movin' On by Good Charlotee

Thanks,

Kikomimo727

In Italy

Ziva gently rocked Timmy in her arms, hoping to coax the baby into sleep, for once in the night. The smallest of the babies was one of the fussiest, and it seemed that he was determined to make sure that his mother would never have a normal sleeping schedule. She gently lowered the sleeping boy into his crib, before turning around in the nursery. She strode over to Natalia's crib to find that the baby had already settled down and was sleeping soundly. Kissing Talia's head gently, Ziva continued to Lukah's crib, where the little boy was staring intently up at her.

"Ah, my prezioso bambino, can't sleep?" She cooed, stroking his fuzz-head softly. Ziva gently hummed out an old Hebrew song her mother used to sing to her when she was younger. Sometimes, she found herself wondering if she was like her mother. There was no doubt in her mind that her mother raised her without any help from her father, besides money to tide them over. Now that Gibbs and Jenny were gone, she felt so isolated from her old life, her American life. Of course, now she had Arim and Carmit to help raise the children. Arim had actually been a close friend of Ari's; she remembered when she was a young girl, she was convinced that she would marry Arim, and that he was perfect. Once the years went by, he became her older brother while Ari went off to travel and study. Now Arim was married to Carmit, a rather outgoing girl, whom Ziva approved of whole-heartedly. It had been decided that the pair would be living with Ziva, easing the tension off of the new mother, and finding an easy housing option for themselves.

Humming the last note, Ziva looked down to see Lukah slumbering, and quietly left the room, closing the door softly behind her. Collapsing onto the couch in the living room, Ziva rolled her neck, and a loud yawn escaped her throat.

"Babies finally asleep?" Carmit asked, handing Ziva a cup of warm milk. The Israeli nodded her head tiredly, eagerly accepting the drink and gulping it down. Carmit relaxed on the arm of the sofa, laughing quietly. "It seems that we'll be in for quite a ride when those children learn to use those legs!" Ziva shuddered at the thought, shaking her head.

"I can't believe you and your husband were crazy enough to actually do this. Oh god, three children yabbering at the same time! And if they have a mouth like their father, we might as well write our wills now!" She smiled fondly, remembering Tony's ramblings and spiels about movies that she would never watch. The babies already had such personalities; Natalia constantly craved attention, Timmy was quiet but fussy, and Lukah? Boy, that kid had a set of lungs on him!

"Ziva, get yourself some sleep. You've gotten only eight hours of sleep in these past three days!" Carmit helped Ziva off of the couch and helped her to her room.

Ziva trudged her way back to her room, knowing that after a couple of hours of sleep, she'd have another eight plus hours with the children, and several hours on the computer for Mossad. She had already started counting the days until they entered primary school, so she could finally get a little more rest.

In America

Tony surveyed the bull pen, finding the desk across from him empty once again. After Gibbs' insistence, Jenny had fired Sonia, who he heard was now working as a receptionist. The search for the new team member had already begun, and most of them seemed to be sub-par at best. If he was being honest with himself, he knew the reason they never lived up to expectations was because he measured everyone against Ziva. Ziva had the drive, the commitment, and the skills that everyone else seemed to lack. Leaning his head against the palm of his hand, he tried to clear his head, and started clicking around on his computer aimlessly.

McGee was pacing around Abby's lab, looking over lists upon lists of information that could possibly pertain to Ziva's case. Working on her computer, Abby had exhausted nearly every option available, with all the latest technology.

Strolling into the lab, Gibbs saw the same sight as usual; a determined Abby, and a stressed McGee.

"You two. Back to the cases!" He barked out, as Abby clicked back onto the screen she was supposed to be working. "If you can't find her, you're not supposed to find her. What if you jeopardized a mission she was on by finding her? Just give it a rest!" Gibbs had gotten so tired of the delay in cases, the dejected expressions on his team's face, and all the false hope they had. He knew he was being cruel, but it was best for all involved if they believed that Ziva simply was recalled to Mossad on a case. Well, she was working for Mossad, but she wouldn't be doing any fieldwork for a long while.

"But, Gibbs, it's Ziva! We don't just give up on our friends!" Abby cried, crossing her arms over her chest. "What if she needs us to find her? What if she needs our help?"

"Abby, just stop it! Ziva's fine! Now as your superior, I am ordering you to drop this! Return to your cases, and do your job."

McGee observed everything quietly, a dejected look quickly crossing his face. "Got it, boss." He muttered, before turning to walk back upstairs.

Abby huffed, but turned resolutely back to her computer, working on the latest case. Gibbs and her both knew she probably wouldn't stop searching, she'd now just have to do it whenever he wasn't around.

Shaking his head to himself, Gibbs just wished his team would come back to normal.