Author's Note: Okay, time for Ziva's family.

I mentioned earlier that this installment has two parts.

I tried to make it like a novel.


Anyway, they've been back from Baltimore for 4 months, making Ziva 5 months along. She's already starting to show and the cravings have come full force.

Don't worry, they're normal… sort of.

They also live together in a modest home.

Gibbs and Jenny are now together and Tim is thinking of proposing to Abby.

Now for the late night call.

"Chop Hock and Deli" is from my dad. When he worked at a pizza store during college, people used to call way after closing. The employees would make up phony names before telling the hapless and hungry caller that they were closed.

Disclaimer: NOT MINE. I WISH IT WAS. IT WOULD BE SWEET.


Their land based phone rang and her eyes snapped open, breaking her out of a deep sleep.

Tony moaned quietly and she heard him answer blearily in a bad Chinese accent in the hallway as she came out in her grey nightgown.

"Chop Hock and Deli? This Chao. You want our special? Fried rice and discount for gold chains. Only $9.99."

Biting back a laugh, she took the phone from him, swatting him on his bare back as he walked back to the bedroom.

"Please ignore my idiot. Shalom?"

"Ziva?"

Hearing her father's voice, she sat down, slower because of her growing baby bump.

"Hello, aba. I apologize for Anthony. He's stupid when he's half asleep… or fully awake, for that matter."

A pillow slammed into her and she laughed at Tony's offended look.

It had less of an effect when he had Einstein hair and drool on his chin.

Her father's deep laugh made her smile.

"I am glad you have finally embraced your feelings for Agent DiNozzo. How are you, sweetheart?"

"I am well. And I have something to tell you and Aunt Nettie."


"Convenient. She is in town and demanding to see her wayward niece."

"I am not wayward!"

"You so are." Tony said with a shit eating grin as he came out again.

She covered the speaker with her hand and glared at him.

He was pulling on his blue robe, heading for the kitchen.

He just grinned like a baboon before laughing his hairy little ass off as he walked past.

"This is amusing to you, yes?!" she called.

"Hell, yes! Payback's a mother!" he replied, referring to her behavior when Alex first called.

"Make yourself useful and go get me some string cheese… and pickles!"

"Yes, mistress!" he quipped as he disappeared from view.

Grumbling quietly in Hebrew, she turned her attention back to the phone.

"Aba, are you still there?"

"Yes."

"Tony and I are free this Saturday. You could over for dinner."

"Excellent. What is it that you wish to tell me?"

She hesitated and then let out a small laugh.

"Well, it's better if I tell you in person."

"That bad?"

Her hand stole to her belly and she smiled as she felt the babies move.

She was indeed pregnant with twins.

The ultrasound pictures had their bulletin board at NCIS.

"Quite the opposite, actually."

"I am looking forward to it. Goodbye, Ziva."

She hung up and accepted the bowl from Tony as he sat next to her.

"So, we're having dinner guests?"

"Yes. He knows we're together but not of the babies."

"He's not going to castrate me for knocking you up, is he?"

"If you weren't intending to marry me then the answer would be yes.
But he likes you and you'll soon be family so he'll probably just severely injure you."

He sighed and hugged her, willing to take one for the team.

A thought dawned on her and she laughed.

"What?"

"My aunt is likely to ask if you're circumcised."

He looked horrified but then mischievous.

"Then I'll just show it to her."

"Pervert.", she accused lightly.

"You like it."

Shame was that she did.

Rather than admit it, she kissed him gently.