Ziva climbed out of bed at five a.m., the time she normally got up. Tony was long since used to her getting up early to run and didn't move a muscle at the sound of the alarm.
Ziva slipped on her running clothes for the day, a royal blue sports bra and white and blue Under Armour shorts of the same color blue, it may be cold in January, but last time she wore pants to run she became overly hot and dehydrated and passed out, Tony freaked out.
Slipping on a jacket, Ziva grabbed her iPod and the upper arm Velcro arm strap that held it on. She stuck the ear phones in her ears, turning on Bella Bellissima by her favorite Israeli band, Hadag Hachash, and walked out of her and Tony's bedroom.
As she started to walk out of the apartment door she heard a vague voice. She pulled her ear phones, pausing her song, and looked around. She saw Marshall, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"Ziva, where're you going?" He asked groggily and Ziva smiled. She picked Marshall up, placing him on her hip, and looked at him softly.
"I am going to for a run. What are you doing up so early?" She asked.
"I had a bad dream." He whispered and tears fell down his cheeks.
"I am sorry, Marshall. Do you want to talk about it?" Ziva asked and Marshall shook his head.
"Ziva, why do you talk so weird?" Marshall asked, referring to her accent and the way she didn't use shortcuts like contractions. Marshall started wiping his tears away and Ziva chuckled lightly. He was just like his father, to tough to cry.
"I am not from here; I am from Israel, Marshall." Ziva said, smiling. He was smart for his age.
"Where's Israel?" Marshall asked, yawning tiredly and laying his head against his shoulder.
"It is very far away." Ziva whispered and carried Marshall into her bedroom. She laid him down beside Tony and walked out of the room quietly, watching Marshall snuggle up to Tony's chest. After shutting the door quietly, she finally left for her run.
Ziva arrived back from her run at 5:45, after running 5 miles. She walked into the kitchen, turning off her iPod, and grabbing a water out of the refrigerator. She took a drink out of the bottle and then walked to her room. She looked around at the bed, and saw the three heads of dark brown hair on the pillows; belonging to Marshall, Tony, and now McKenna, who were snuggled up under the covers. She smiled and walked into the bathroom.
Ziva turned on the water, letting it warm, and stepped into the shower after taking off her running clothes. Half-way through her shower she heard the door open. She stuck her head out of the shower, looking towards the drawer in the bathroom counter where she kept an extra gun and knife, and then looked towards the door. Tony was standing there, smiling.
"Mind if I join you?" Tony said and Ziva grinned. She opened the shower door, letting Tony step in. He immediately wrapped his arms around Ziva's bare waist and glued his lips to hers. She smirked against his lips and wrapped his arms around his neck. Just as things started to where they wouldn't and couldn't be stopped, they heard the doorbell ring through the house.
"Harah." Ziva swore, mind you in Hebrew though, under her breath and stepped out of the shower. She grabbed a towel quickly, wrapped it around her dripping hair, and pulled her robe on. She ran to the door, opening it quickly. In the doorway stood Gibbs. Maybe she shouldn't have opened it, but, then again, if she didn't he would have just busted down the door.
"Ziva, what are you doing here? This is Tony's place." Gibbs said and then Tony chose to walk into the living room.
"Hey, baby, what's taking so long?" He said loudly, only a towel around his lower half and holding Marshall's hand and McKenna against his hip. He walked to the door and put McKenna down immediately, kissing her forehead. He knew what it looked like, and what it looked like was actually partially correct, at least the Tony Ziva dating part was.
"Marshall, you and your sister go sit down on the couch. Ziva and I will be there in a minute." Tony whispered and Marshall nodded, taking his sisters hand and leading her to the couch. Tony looked back and forth from Ziva's red, embarrassed, scared face to Gibbs's purple, angry face. He wasn't sure what his face looked like with all the emotions running through him; dread, fright, embarrassment, protectiveness of Ziva and their children, and many, many more.