A/N: Hi all! Remember me? So sorry that it took me so long to update. I've been SUPER busy with school. I'm ready for a vacation. (Hahaha) Anywho, here ya go. It's short, but (for now) I hope this quenches your thirst. HAHAHA! Wow. I need some professional help…

Ziva was right; the pullout couch in her study was more comfortable than her couch. Tony stood up and stretched. He heard Ziva in the kitchen, so he threw his jeans back on and silently slipped out of the room.

--

The radio was on and Ziva was bopping all around the kitchen with Sam on her hip, both of them still in their pajamas. He leaned against the wall and decided to watch them for a moment.

"Last year she was nominated several awards including single, artist and album of the year, and won all of those plus more! This year, she's been nominated for a few more awards, but no wins. Yet. Nelly Furtado with Say it Right!"

Tony watched with amusement as Ziva bounded around the kitchen in time with the music. She was 'singing' into a whisk and she would occasionally hand it to Sam who 'sang' into it.

The song ended and Tony stepped out of the shadows applauding, causing Ziva and Sam to turn around quickly. "Nelly Furtado may be hot, but you two have her beat."

Sam pushed herself out of Ziva's arms and slid down her mother's body before running over to Tony.

"Mommy's gonna make waffles!" She squealed, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the couch. "Wanna watch a movie with me?"

Tony glanced at Ziva who raised an eyebrow that gave him the 'okay.'

"Sure, why don't you go pick a movie?"

Sam ran back into her room and came back a moment later with a movie, a blanket and two stuffed animals of some sort.

"Spy Kids?" He laughed.

"What?" Sam asked, looking a little hurt.

"Did Mommy buy this for you?"

"No. Aunty Jenny did."

"Of course she did. There's no spy better than your mom and Aunty Jenny."

"Mommy's teaching me to be a spy kid too!" Sam said smiling brightly.

"That's cool. You're mommy's a really good spy."

Sam grinned.

Tony got up and went over to pop the DVD into the player. He turned back and saw that Sam was sitting on the couch with a blanket over her legs and a stuffed bear sitting on either side of her.

"This is Shalev," She gestured to the bear on the left, "and this is Doveva." She tapped the head of the bear on her right.

"Those are cool names." Tony was impressed, most kids named their bears 'Teddy' or 'Bear.'

"Shalev means 'quiet, peaceful, calm' and Doveva means 'talker; graceful.' They're Hebrew names." Ziva supplied from the kitchen.

"Thank you miss know-it-all."

Ziva rolled her eyes and brought in three plates and forks and set them down on the table in front of Tony and Sam. She went back into the kitchen and brought out the plate of still steaming waffles, syrup, butter and a bowl of fresh fruit.

"I can eat in here?" Sam asked.

"As long as you don't make a mess."

"I won't."

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The movie played as they were eating, but they still talked. Sam told Tony and Ziva about the dreams that she had had the night before, which consisted of flying above the clouds and a giant rolling doughnut.

"Can we go to the park today Mommy?"
"We'll see Silly Sammy."

"Can I bring my kite."

"Possibly."

Sam smiled and took another bite of her waffle.

"I have an idea."

"What?" Ziva asked.

"What we can do today."

"What is this 'idea'?"

He grinned. "It's a secret."

"Please Mommy?" Sam begged.

"I don't…" She started, but Tony cut her off.

"Come on Ziva! I'm your partner! Trust me! Please?" She looked at him and he pouted.

"Fine! But this better be good."

"Oh it will be. I promise."

A/N: Hmmmm… What does 'good old DiNozzo' have planned? You know the drill…