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Chapter Thirteen

When Ziva and McGee came back in to the bullpen from lunch Ziva noticed that the envelope was gone from her desk, as Tony was from his. Ziva sat down and pulled a form towards her scanning through it and signing the bottom, it was a copy of her statement based on what happened between her and Elijah. She was halfway through reading a report on Elijah's autopsy when Tony walked back in to the bullpen, he had a slight grin on his face, one he couldn't seem to be able to contain no matter what he tried.

"Ziva, could I have a word with you?"

"Sure." Ziva said looking up from the report to see Tony leaning over her desk. He stood back and pointed to the elevator she followed him towards it.

When the two were inside the elevator Tony let the doors glide to a close before hitting the emergency stop button as the two began to descend towards the basement. Tony seemed to have chosen the back elevator for some reason. After a few minutes of peaceful silence Tony reached in to his pocket and pulled out the envelope containing the DNA results. He handed it to Ziva who looked at it in confusion but Tony nodded at her implying she was to read it. Ziva panicked thinking perhaps she had mistimed her pregnancy and hence forth made a complete fool of herself. However when she opened the envelope the name that popped out at hers was the one she was expecting.

Father: Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo.

Ziva looked up at Tony judging by the grin on his face he seemed quite comfortable by this fact.

"You are happy?" Ziva asked unable to keep her level of shock out of her voice.

"Yeah, well Ben is a great little lad. I did kinda guess somewhat as well. I mean he is like me quite a bit." Ziva nodded along to this having seen the similarities herself over the past eighteen months of his short life. "Anyway, I did decide that day at the park; even if he wasn't my own biologically I would have wanted to take on the role of his father. I mean every kid needs their Dad."

"I know, even though we did OK without ours." Ziva muttered to Tony's laughter.

"Yeah, sweetcheeks but think about how much more perfect we would have been if only our fathers had cared about us."

"Oh, yeah, like your head could get much bigger." Tony swatted her playfully and she returned the blow with a bit more force. Tony cleared his throat turning the situation much more serious.

"I was thinking, about being Ben's father. I was thinking I mean, I loved both of my parents but I always wanted them to be together you know. I always promised my kids would have the perfect family, Mom, Dad, Brothers, Sisters and a great big Alsatian dog." Tony grinned.

"You want to buy an eighteen month old baby an Alsatian? Smart."

"No, well the dog was more for me." Tony said quietly as Ziva grinned at his childishness. "No, what I was trying to say was that I think I want to, no I do want to, I…" Tony didn't know what to say he turned to Ziva who was smiling amused at him, she raised an eyebrow.

"If you are trying to say what I think you are trying to say Tony the-" The end of Ziva's sentence was cut off as Tony pressed his lips down on her own, it was quick and sweet. Ziva just stared at him for a few seconds trying to work out if he actually just did what she thought he did. When she came back to her senses she grabbed hold of his tie and yanked it towards her, Tony came flying after it and he crashed against Ziva. Their lips found each other as the two backed up against the wall. Ziva pinned between Tony and the metal of the elevator. The two remained locked in their passionate embrace Ziva's hands entangled in Tony's hair, while his were tugging at the hem of her shirt trying to bring her as close to him as possible. After about ten minutes of tongue tennis Ziva eventually realised her hold on Tony pushing him away. The two attempted to catch their breath as Tony looked at his watch.

"Crap we're late! Gibbs will go spare." Tony went to press the emergency stop button again to make the elevator go but Ziva stepped in between; she pulled at his tie straightening it for him. He grinned and ran his fingers through her hair, it was how he liked it, straightened but with a hint of a wave. Ziva returned his grin as she turned around and flicked the switch. She pressed the button for the bullpen where the elevator opened its doors to that familiar sight, Tony and Ziva exited the elevator letting it continue its journey to the basement.

"Hell have you two been? You were both expected back nearly fifteen minutes ago!? Well?"

Tony and Ziva exchanged a glance.

"We were going to see Abby, but we got to talking in the elevator, and we lost track of time. So we came straight back here." Ziva spun off quickly remembering Gibbs rules, 'When you lie, always be specific.' "He wanted to know if I was alright, after yesterday and he thought I would tell him that I was feeling all sad and pathetic if we were alone. Then I would be lying though, yes?" She aimed the last question at Tony who sneered at her before walking over to his desk. Gibbs seemed quite impressed by Ziva's obvious lie. Well obvious to Gibbs, so he let it slide.

The rest of the day passed by uneventfully, except for Tony and Ziva's long running Instant messaging conversation. Tony had been trying to get Ziva to blush by sending her dirty messages but in the end she sent things back so graphic Tony found himself getting hot. Ziva grinned when she noticed this and tried hard to contain her laughter.

The week passed by with Tony and Ziva having several more meetings in the elevator and Ziva had allowed Tony and Ben to spend several long hours playing together and bonding one evening while she spent the time cooking in her kitchen for the two of them. The following Friday Tony had surprised Ziva with a trip to a very decadent restaurant. She had immediately told him she refused to leave Ben alone in the house but as both Darren and Lissy reminded her the two of them were always there, in the house.

Ziva had enjoyed her evening immensely, and the two of them had gotten absolutely wasted on the many bottles of alcohol and Tony ended up crashing on Ziva's couch. The following morning was not a happy one for Tony who woke up with a splitting headache and a child screaming from upstairs. He pulled his blanket over his face as the screaming got louder. He heard somebody yell over the noise.

"Ziva is in her room, you two can hide out there while I calm Ben down. I think she was throwing up last I heard." Tony could hear the amusement in Lissy's voice as she walked away towards the kitchen. Tony slowly headed upstairs and quickly found Ziva's bedroom, he followed the sounds of retching. He sat on her bed and waited for her to emerge from her en-suite. When she did he laughed, she looked like hell.

"You can not hold liquor anymore."

"Well, I haven't been drunk at all since I left NCIS. That is like two years ago. My idea of a rave is watching Teletubbies." Tony laughed at her as she flopped down on the bed next to him. He laid down next to her placing his arm around her neck and pulling her closer to him so her head was wedged under his arm. She wrapped one arms around his torso and slipped one leg over his. The two laid like that until they had fallen asleep. Lissy walked past the door with a now calmed Ben on her hip drinking out of a bottle. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and snapped a photo of the two of them snuggled up together on the bed. She quickly texted the image to Abby figuring it would get around NCIS in a matter of minutes if not seconds knowing Abby.

Lissy smiled at the two of them as Darren walked up near to her wondering what she was looking at he grinned glad to finally see his baby sister so happy with somebody she could actually sleep comfortably with them. Having been so similar to Ziva he knew how hard it was for her to allow herself to get close to people, torn between the Mossad approach to relationships and the rest of society's view. Darren put his arm around his daughter after she allowed Ben to crawl around on the floor at her feet. Darren was extremely grateful he had allowed himself to shun his own Mossad training and was given the miracle that was his daughter.

Several hours later Ziva woke from her sleep to find herself sprawled across the width of her bed one arm around Tony and his arms securely tied around her waist. She lifted her head slightly up off the bed to watch him as he slept, after about twenty minutes she felt him stir slightly. She stroked her hand around his chest encouraging him to wake up. He eventually managed to force on of his eyes half way open to look at Ziva.

"Morning again."

"Morning? It is almost one o clock. It is a good job we do not have to go in to work today." Ziva smiled.

Tony just mumbled a response pulling Ziva closer in to him wanting to go back to sleep but Ziva pushed back against him. He mumbled again but gave up letting his arms drop to his sides.

"Come on Tony, You need a shower. Get up." She prodded him in the side. He groaned and rolled over Ziva gave up and went to get in her shower herself letting Tony go back to sleep on her bed. Half an hour later when Ziva was showered and dressed she headed back upstairs with Ben safely on her hip. When she got in to her bedroom to see Tony still asleep on the bed she dropped Ben next to him letting him crawl on top of his father in an attempt to make him get up. It worked and Tony did indeed surface from his slumber.

"Hey kiddo, ow! Don't kneel there!" Tony squealed as Ben crawled on top of him. Ziva sat down on the bed next to him, after a few minutes she pulled Ben up off Tony allowing him to sit up. He did so and watched Ziva as she sat Ben on her crossed legs, she tickled him under his chin and he giggled at her. "You are so good with him. That is so creepy you know that right?"

"I know. I scare myself sometimes." She admitted as Ben snuggled back against her placing his head on her chest, she wrapped her arms around him.

"If I did that you'd hit me." Tony pouted, Ziva hit him anyway.

"You have done enough thank you." She mocked flicking him playfully on the end of his nose, Tony feigned hurt before grinning. Tony stayed at Ziva's house for several more hours before finally leaving; he flirted with Ziva on the doorstep for several long minutes before Lissy yelled from the front room that the two of them should just 'get it on.' Tony took her words to heart and stopped Ziva mid-retort by pressing his lips against her own. He pulled Ziva towards him as she began returning his kiss wrapping his arms around her waist one slipping under her t-shirt. Ziva placed one of her hands on his chest while her other one was thrown over his shoulder.