Author's Note: Damn. I guess I wrote that a little too well because I found myself pissed off at myself for sending our heroes through such hell. Oops. The old bastard will not make another appearance until the 3rd and final part of the trilogy. And he will get his ass kicked, to assure a reviewer.
Just not by Ziva. She's all pregnant and stuff. Homicidal rage isn't good for the little one. I was thinking Battle of the Dads.
Speaking of that, I'll be wrapping part one up in another 2 chapters.
Part two will begin with yet another late night call.
Meanwhile, let's see how the siblings cope with the new revelation.
Plus, a plot's afoot.
Oh, and crying jags give me migraines, which is where I got the idea for Alex.
Disclaimer: NOT MINE. I WISH I COULD AFFORD THEM.
Tony came downstairs, still raw from last night.
Over the years, he had noticed that his father showed preference to Andrew.
Mom was the one to nurture them because his dad wouldn't.
He treated him like an accident and Alex like a nuisance.
A memory floated up from deep in his mind, a memory of holding a crying Alex for the bastard had ignored her straight "A+" report card in 10th grade.
"You know, A.J.? I don't think daddy loves us at all. You think we were a broken condom?"
"I don't know, Alex. I really don't know."
Now, he did. It was one thing to think something but to know...
It hurt like a son of a bitch.
He heard a sniffle and saw Alex sitting on the couch watching Magnum P.I. in a dark pink nightgown.
She looked broken. Her natural brightness and joy was gone.
Her hair was tangled and tears still slid down her face.
She looked at him with bloodshot grey eyes and she opened her arms, looking for a hug.
He came over and scooped her up, her 5'7 frame easily lifted, hugging her tightly.
"Hey. Don't cry. You know I hate that."
Most of the fights he had gotten into were because some asshole hurt his big sister.
She was strong but so devastatingly fragile.
To hurt her was like hurting babies and pregnant ladies in his book.
They deserved death.
A hand rested on his shoulder and he looked up to see an equally tired looking Andrew.
To his amusement, they had on the same red flannel pajama pants.
"Hey. You two are twinsies."
He snorted at Alex's croaked observation and said,"I look better."
"Yeah right, dude. Sweet, Magnum."
The three of them had gotten into it as kids and watched it every week.
It was nice to see that some things didn't change.
Setting her down, Tony plopped down on the couch, letting Andrew help make an Alex sandwich
That sounded wrong.
Not now, brain. Save the pervy stuff for Ziva.
"Man, I hate crying. It gives me a migraine. Fucking bastard." Alex grumbled as she wiped the last of her tears away.
"Well, he'll not be back. Not if he wants to keep his life." Andrew said with a darkly pleased smirk.
"Oh, god. What'd you do man?" Tony groaned.
"Not me. Ziva. After King Dickhead said what he said, she jumped over the table and pounded the shit out of him. If I hadn't reminded her of you guys' bundle, she would've beat him to death."
Tony grinned at that.
Ziva was a little firecracker, especially when it came to family.
If the lioness came out in their behalf, that means she considered them family.
They will be her family.
His thoughts drifted to the small jewellery box at the bottom of his bag.
Inside was a diamond that would add 10 pounds to her.
He just needed to find a way to give it to her.
On the stairs, Ziva, Phil, and Jenna listened to them quietly, happy that they were relatively okay.
"We'll have to do something to cheer them up fully. God, I've never seen Alexandria hurting that much before. Not even when she was delivering our babies.", Phil whispered.
"I agree. Tony has a way of seeming to be okay but being far from it.", Ziva replied.
"So does Andrew. Now, what's an idiot proof way to cheer up a DiNozzo?" Jenna wondered out loud.
"Sex.", they said in unison before laughing softly, not wanting to draw their attention away from their show.
The three of them split up, eager to begin their planning.
This would be fun.
