Author's Note: Thank god for Wikipedia. It's Tel Aviv.
Anyway, any Baltimore related facts that Tony tells Ziva are off of there. He grew up in Bolton Hill, which is full of huge houses.
I'm going to need a huge house setting for this.
Alex teaches at the Baltimore Polytechnic Institute, so my students are going to be basically techno-geniuses, even during band camp.
Any band camp stuff is based off my own high school band and Alex's teaching style is based off of my beloved band director, Mr. Elstone.
He's the man! Probably because he's only in his 20s. He's not been embittered by evil high schoolers, yet.
I also incorporated a few the band kids I know. Yes, I know a girl who plays the tuba and she is so GOOD.
Lastly, the last name of the baby name book author is real.
My 5th grade music teacher had it.
Poor lady.
On with the show.
Disclaimer: NCIS ISN'T MINE BUT ALL THE OCS ARE, INCLUDING THE TIVA SPRONGLET AND THE BOOK TITLE/AUTHOR.
"This is beautiful, Tony. You grew up here?"
"Yep. Bolton Hill. There's a bunch of historical sights around here, if you want to see them."
"I'd enjoy that."
"What are you reading?"
Knowing it would make him nearly pee his pants laughing, she showed him the bright orange and yellow book cover. He leaned over his armrest to read the silver words on the front.
"Names That Won't Get Your Offspring's Ass Kicked by Dr. Paul...Dickensheets?!"
Ziva nodded and Tony howled with laughter, sending her into giggles.
"Oh, my god! What kind of name is that?!"
"Not a very good one. Which is why I picked his book. He'd know about bad names from personal experience and he'd be determined for other people to avoid his fate."
"Wow. I got to show Andrew this! He'd love it!"
"When I'm done with it, he can borrow it....
What do you think of Emma for a girl?". she inquired.
"No. There was this evil cheerleader back in high school and when I wouldn't go out with her, she spread the rumor that I was gay." he rejected frankly.
"You actually rejected a woman?" she asked skeptically.
"Contrary to popular belief, I did have standards!"
"And now?"
"Honey, you're too good for me. I can't believe you actually want me."
"And your baby."
A goofy grin crossed his face and she smiled tenderly.
When the test had indeed confirmed her pregnancy, he went nuts.
He had nearly made her hurl as he spun her around, kissing all over her face.
He was going to be a good dad.
He'd make an even better husband.
After things calmed down, she was going to bring the concept of marriage up.
She wanted to be his wife.
Even though David-DiNozzo would be quite a mouthful, she mused.
Maybe could shorten it or go by a nickname.
"We're here. Okay, Alex said that they were practicing on the football field."
Looking around, she spotted a cluster of students near the stadium entrance.
They all wore orange and blue tye-dye shirts and black shorts with white marching shoes.
Some were holding instruments but a group of girls were holding white flags with large orange and blue parrots on them. Still others held white fake rifles and were practicing their spins.
On the back of zip up blue hoodies were orange block letters.
B.P.T.I Parrots Marching Band
Presents CHASE
2008-2009
"They would know where she is, yes?"
"Good eye, Zee-Vah."
He parked the car and they got out, hearing the heated arguing within the group.
"Windows Vista is shit! No, it's lower than shit!"
"It's just a little too difficult for..."
"Anyone! They should 86 that I'm a PC ad campaign and fix the damned thing!"
"We should've brought Probie. These kids are right up his alley."
Ziva made an agreeing noise and cleared her throat to get their attention.
A petite Caucasian girl with blonde dreadlocks broke away from the group, holding a large tuba.
"Hey. Don't mind them. They always start some shit before lunch. What's up?"
"Is there an Alexandria DiNozzo-Campbell here?" Tony asked.
A burly male African American trumpet player with a large afro came over and looked suspiciously at Tony.
"What do you want with Mrs. D, man?" he asked brusquely.
"Dude, lay off! Look at his bone structure! He's her brother!" The girl snapped, swatting him on his arm.
"Twin brother." Ziva corrected.
The guy grinned and he whistled to the group.
"Hey, you guys! Mrs.D's bro is here!"
A chorus of greetings greeted them and the boy extended his hand.
"Sorry, man. There are a lot of freaks out there. Can't be too careful."
Tony nodded and shook his hand.
"Yeah, I'm Tony and this is my girlfriend, Ziva. Could one of you show me where my sister is?"
"No problem. Yo, Travis!"
A bulky but lean redhead looked up from tuning his clarinet and arched a questioning brow.
"Dude, can you take them to Mrs. D?"
"Sure, mate. If you two could follow me, please..."
This boy reminded her of a much younger Ducky.
He led them inside and Ziva saw a woman standing on a high platform, speaking with some students. When she spotted Tony, a squeal escaped her and she jumped down, running over at full speed.
Tony caught her and they hit the turf in a tangled heap of a bear hug.
"Oof! Hey, Alex!"
She stood up and had a huge DiNozzo grin on her face as she bounced on her toes happily.
"A.J., you made it! I knew you would!"
"You threatened me with baby pictures, woman. I was going to get my ass up here."
Ziva took in the woman's appearance.
She was around 5'7 and was trim but curved.
Her skin was a rich mocha color and she had a thick mane of onyx and grey waves.
She had the same nose and determined jaw as Tony but her eyes were deep, piercing silver, glowing behind black square frames.
She had on a black tank top, a long plum purple skirt, and her feet were bare, showing lemon yellow pedicured toe nails. They didn't look like twins at all.
She must look like his mother.
"Is this your girlfriend, A.J.?"
"Hi, I'm Ziva." she greeted shyly.
"Radiance in Hebrew. It fits you. You're glowing. "
"There is a reason."
Her hand stole to her stomach and Tony grinned like a nut.
"What is... oh my god! I'm going to be an Aunt! You have the pregnant glow!"
"Pregnant glow?" she asked quizzically.
"Yeah. The one that's better than anything out of a bottle. I had it when I was pregnant with my twins.", Alex explained brightly.
Ziva nodded with agreement. Everyone looked twice at her.
She glowed with happiness and eager anticipation.
I can't wait to meet you, little one. Or little ones. There might be two of you in there. Two of you that will need to come out eventually...
"Tony, if I'm going to push out twins and you want to keep your balls intact, I'm going to need drugs. Lots of them.", Ziva told him solemnly.
Alex smiled.
"I like you. Well, we're about to do a run through of the show. You guys can watch if you want."
"I'd like that. Your students seem quite interesting."
"They are. They're like my kids. You'll meet my biological ones soon. And Phil."
"Phil is your husband, yes?"
"Mm-hm. My favorite ninja. He's half Japanese and half Greek. I fell in love with him after he broke a cinderblock with his forehead."
"Wow. I fell in love with her the first time she threw a knife at someone."
Ziva couldn't help but smile.
DiNozzos were weird and violent, just like her.
She'd fit in well.
