I. am so. embarrassed. I published this story on Monday (Self-Proclaimed One-Shots Day) in the hopes it had been a successful NCIS one-shot. And um. well, I was supposed to say that was a one-shot. Aaaaand I didn't.

So out of guilt I turned this into a three-shot. Enjoy~

"It is not like I do not love my father, I just do not think he had to scare Teemo half to death when he showed up!" Ziva growled and took a hefty swig from her strawberry jar of liquor.

It had been hours since Eli had arrived. The case had already been solved; after Tony and Ziva had left, McGee had found a woman rocking herself in the nearby bushes. She was covered in the same substance under the body (it turned out to be a poisonous chemical found in the lab where the woman worked). Now the killer was on 24/7 watch until they washed all the poison out of her system—inside and out. It seemed as if she wanted to follow the boyfriend she had accidentally killed. For once, Ziva didn't really give a flying kangaroo in hell; she had learned the term from her son.

Gibbs just nodded half-heartedly and put his cup down. "He's getting old, Ziva."

"Oh, and like the rest of us aren't?" she scoffed back. She clutched onto her forearm and felt the puckered scars from the bombing. If she cradled herself in her arms should would be able to feel the stripes all over her body; her battle scars. But she had more than just external scars.

It had been 16 years since Harper Dearing bombed NCIS. It had taken her three of those to realize just what Tony meant to her. It only took another year for Gibbs to accept what was going on. Ziva bit back a smile as she remembered the boss walking her down the aisle, Abby and McGee and Ducky watching proudly from the front row.

Her father hadn't shown up.

Gibbs's phone rang, and he answered it after two rings. "Yeah, DiNozzo?" he asked. Ziva's head shot up at the sound of Tony's name. "Yeah, she's here with me. You wanna talk to her?" After a moment, Gibbs held the receiver out to Ziva.

Gulping, she took the outdated flip phone and pressed it to her ear.

Tony immediately assaulted her ears with his volume. "What do you think you're doing, having a drink with Gibbs in his basement?" There was inaudible shouting in the background. Tony groaned and muffled his phone. Ziva couldn't help but smile as her partner yelled, "Calm yourself, Eli! I'm on the phone with your daughter right now!" and to Ziva, "Get home. Please. I am this close to pulling my gun on your father." She could hear him grit his teeth through the receiver.

"Now you know how I feel," she replied, half-amused, and hung up.

…

When Ziva walked up to the door she heard a lot of screaming and the clash of weapons. Her heartbeat quickened slightly and the ex-Mossad yanked the door open, preparing herself to find Tony and Eli brawling it out on the floor and Teemo rooting his father on from the couch.

Instead she found the three boys sitting very peacefully on the couch, two sipping beer and one water. Ziva observed from the threshold, the door still ajar behind her. The wind brushed against her back trying to get in.

They were watching The Princess Bride. Teemo was lying on his stomach in the middle of the room; Tony and her father were on opposite sides of the couch, careful not to have any physical interaction with each other. It was the scene where the farm boy where Buttercup was being sucked into a deep pit of quicksand; Ziva would know, her husband made her sit through the entire movie once.

Eli looked of at Tony and asked in a loud whisper, "Why doesn't he just leave her in the pit? She seems like a lot of dead weight to me."

"It's for love, Grandpa!" Tony groaned, still managing to put the emphasis on 'grandpa.' "He loves her so much that he won't let her die in a sand pit, even if she is just dead weight." He pressed the beer to his lip.

"I would've left her there to die," Teemo remarks, not peeling his eyes from the screen. It was his first time watching the classic (and in Ziva's opinion, slightly dry) movie, and obviously the 12-year-old was as excited as Tony. Like father, like son, Ziva thinks, and shuts the door loudly.

All three relatives look up, and within seconds the movie is paused, the remote poised in Tony's free hand. Eli is on his feet, arms outstretched for a hug. "Ziva!" he announces proudly and dives in for the embrace. She easily slips out of his grasp and heads straight for her son.

She stands over him, straining to put on a warm face with her father in the room. "Go get ready for bed, Tee."

The boy stands up, his unruly curls bouncing as he does so. He bows low towards his mother. "As you wish." He says in a dignified manner, and saunters in a way so like his father down the hall and out of sight.

Ziva can't help but laugh to herself as she sits down next to her husband "Does he know that means 'I love you'?"

"I think he was in the bathroom during that part," Tony mused and took another swig of beer. Ziva chuckled once more and removed her jacket.

Her father relaxed back into the couch as well. "I do not mean to pry, but it is such an odd name," he ruminated.

"Do you always begin conversations this way?" Tony muttered under his breath.

"No, not usually." Eli retorted Tony's comment without a second look. The agent frowned when no one recognized the quote and sat back with his arms crossed against his chest, like a young child might do. Eli turned his attention back to his daughter. "Teemo…where on Earth did you find that name? It is not Israeli."

"Well, I did not want a child named after a movie character—"

"—and if she didn't want that, then I didn't want an Israeli name." Tony jumped in again. They exchanged a glance and smiled, remembering the perfectly ridiculous fight they had on the topic of names when Ziva was five months pregnant; she had gone into such an emotional rage that she started shooting the door to their bedroom until Tony had to tackle her and confiscate her gun. In the end, they worked it out—they named the child after a very dear coworker that had passed the week of Teemo's birth (her initials had been T. Mo).

"Hmm," Eli responded, nodding his head.

"Goodnight," Teemo announced as he walked into the room. He hugged his father who ruffled his head affectionately, kissed his mother on the cheek, and looked at Eli.

His grandfather swallowed the liquor in his mouth. "Well?"

The young DiNozzo exchanged a glance with his mother. She widened his eyes at her son and nodded vaguely at her father. Teemo looked back at Eli uncomfortably and leaned over half an inch before saying quickly, "'Bye grandpa!" and took off down the hall.

"Get some rest. If you haven't got your health, then you haven't got anything!" Tony quoted after his son.

After hearing the door shut, the two NCIS agents returned their looks to Eli David. They exchanged another glance; Tony gave his wife a nod of approval. She looked back over at Eli and asked bluntly, "So why are you here?"

"To visit my grandson," came an answer too quick.

Ziva raised an eyebrow.

"We are two of the top NCIS agents, you know," Tony threw out nonchalantly, and set down his beer. He looked into Eli's eyes and held the look with a dark glint in his pupils. "We know how to make you talk."

"And I am the Director of a top Israeli agency," the man bit back. "I know all of your tricks." But after a moment of sucking at his teeth and looking over his options, Eli let out a long-drawn sigh. "I…I'm retiring." He stated flatly.

Tony flashed a grin and leaned over to clap Eli on the back. "Congratulations, Daddy!" he said through a sarcastic chuckle.

His wife, however, barely batted an eye. Eli shied away from his son-in-law's touch and looked into Ziva's eyes. "So?" she had to restrain herself from snarling.

Her father pulled a hand through his now thoroughly-white hair uncomfortably. "Ziva I, I…

"I want you to take my place as Director."

Bet you didn't see THAT coming. LOL. You probably did. ANYWAYS I'll get the final chapter of this fic up soon. OH. and for all of you who had concerns regarding the name, Teemo being an only child, and everything else I got wrong, I am actually very thankful for all of your helpful tidbits(:

Some might take that stuff the wrong way, but I love having my fics as canon as possible, so THANK YOU SO MUCH, my fellow guests who didn't sign in last chapter.

So, uh, hope this chapter explained my bemuddled thoughts about Teemo and his family, and hope to see you soon! :D

~~AgentAva