Gibbs raises a sanding block from the wooden frame of his newest boat. He blows on it, creating a cloud of sawdust, he runs his hand up and down the wood, checking the smoothness.

"Hello?"...A female voice called out.

"I'm down here."

Constance appears in the doorway, looking down at Gibbs..."Did you know your door wasn't locked?"

"Yes."

"Okie dokie."...Constance starts down the steps..."Started a new boat, I see."

"The other was finished."

"How did you get it out of the basement?"

"Very carefully."...Gibbs smirks, ever-so slightly.

"Oh, come on, my Dad bet me 10 bucks I couldn't find out...help a girl out."...Constance smiles sweetly at Gibbs.

Gibbs chuckles, he takes a step back, reaching into his front pocket, pulling out a 20 dollar bill, he holds it out towards her..."Some things need to remain a mystery."

"Cool, I LOVE money, but I can't take that, Mr. Gibbs."

"Do I look like my father?"...Gibbs asked, giving her a stern look.

"I dunno, I've never met your father, do you?"

Gibbs shook his head, letting out a smile..."Take it, we'll call it payment for never calling me mister again."

Constance laughs..."Okay."...She takes the 20 dollar bill from him..."What exactly do I call you?"

"Gibbs...Jethro."...Gibbs said, starting to sand again.

"Dad suggested Grandpa."

Gibbs drops the sanding block, his eyes swing towards her with an annoyed look on his face.

"Don't look at me, he calls me 'Pumpkin.'"...She shrugs, but cracks a smile..."Umm, how about...Gibby? Yeah, Gibby! I like that...but, do you? Gibby? Let's try it out."...Constance quickly runs up the stairs, moving through the doorway, disappearing out of the sight..."Hello?"...She calls out.

Gibbs shook his head, not responding.

Constance peeks her head through the doorway..."You were suppose to say, 'I'm down here,' then I would say 'Hey, Gibby!' then you'd say..."

Gibbs lifts his arm, making a c'mere gesture with his right hand.

Constance moves down the stairs and stops next to Gibbs..."Yes?"

Gibbs reaches up, gently tapping her on the back of the head.

Constance grins, relishing in it.

"Heh. Hitting my daughter like you hit me now, eh, Boss?"...Tony jokes, moving down the stairs.

"It's even worse, DiNozzo, she likes it."

Tony stops in front of his daughter, placing his hands on the outside of her arms..."Is that true?"

"Maybe."...Constance smirks.

"Heh. Like father, like daughter."...Tony leans forward, pressing his lips against her forehead. He leans back..."What, you aren't going to yell at me for kissing you in front of people?"

"Naw, it's just Gibby."

Tony turns his head, looking at Gibbs with a huge smile on his face..."Gibby?"

Gibbs shrugs, he walks over to them..."It's better than Grandpa."

"Ha...ha, ha...I was...ha...just, uh, kidding...thanks for taking in the Con while Ziva is in one of her moods."

"Dad, you don't have to keep saying, "mood," you can say the word horny, ya know?"

Gibbs slaps them both on the back of the head..."Way too much information!"...Gibbs quickly slaps Tony again..."Grandpa, DiNozzo? Grandpa?!"

"It was meant with respect, Gibbs...and you're old..."...Tony grits his teeth... "Er than me."

Gibbs glares at Tony.

"I think you'd be a great grandpa, Gibby."...Constance smiled.

Gibbs' head swivels, looking at Constance..."Pay the girl, Tony."

"Gibbs?"...Tony replied, a little confused.

"She knows how I got the boat out of here."

"No way, she actually found out? Really?"

"No, but I'm saying that so you'll give her 10 bucks, so yeah, she found out."

Tony reaches into his pocket, pulling out a 20..."You got changed?"

Constance nabs it, grinning..."Nope."...She turns and makes her way up the stairs and starts to sing..."I'm in the money, I'm in the money..."

Tony and Gibbs watch a now whistling Constance exit the basement..."We've just been Bugs Bunny'ed, Boss."

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"Thanksgiving is tomorrow, we just got our hair and nails done and now you want me to get a new dress, just for tomorrow?"...Constance was holding a brown dress, Ziva was sitting on a bench inside a large dressing booth..."You worried about tomorrow?"

"Maybe."

Constance sat down next to Ziva..."Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really."

Constance attempts to get up, but Ziva grabs her hand..."Tony is not Jewish."

"Yeah, so?"

"My father disapproves."

"He doesn't know you're pregnant does he?"

Ziva was silent.

"That's a definite no."...Constance turns to her..."Do you love my father?"

Ziva turns her head and looks up at Constance..."With all of my heart."

Constance nods and smiles..."This dress is...ugly."...She stands, dropping it on the bench..."You want to get a Cinnabon? My treat."

"Are they kosher?"

"Heh. Just stay away from the bacon wrapped ones and I think you should be okay."

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Ziva stood in front of the dryer, holding clothes. Tony creeps up behind her, carefully wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her on the neck..."Come to bed."

Ziva smiles..."I have way too many things to do before tomorrow, I have 3 main dishes, 11 side dishes, 4 pies..."...Tony turns her, kissing her passionately, he pulls away..."I have laundry to do, clean the house."

"I can do the laundry, clean."...Tony offered.

Ziva laughs, she reaches over, grabbing a tiny Ohio State hooded sweatshirt..."Help like this, yes?"

"What? How was I suppose to know I couldn't dry it."

"It's cotton, Tony."

"Heh. Look on the bright side, our son can wear it."...Tony smiled, laying his hand on Ziva's stomach.

"And what if it's a daughter?"

"I'll be outnumbered 3 to 1."

Ziva scoffs..."Tony."

"I'll love her with all my heart."...Tony smiles, he reaches out, picking up something from the laundry basket..."Heh. You've never worn these before."...Tony grins, holding up a tiny pair of pink panties.

Ziva giggles.

"What?"

"Those are not mine."

"Huh? Oh!"...Tony tosses them back into the basket..."Yikes!"...He starts to shudder.

Ziva chuckles, grabbing his hand, leading him away from the laundry room..."I guess I can get up early in the morning, hmm."

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Tony awoke, rubbing at his eyes, he looks towards Ziva's side of the bed, but she was gone. He groans stretching, he looks at his alarm clock...11:05 a.m."...He said, reading the clock. He closes his eyes, but quickly reopens then, hopping out of bed, he quickly covers his naked body with jeans and a t-shirt and makes his way towards the kitchen.

Constance was standing next to Ziva, both of them mixing away at their separate bowls.

Tony moves between them, wrapping his arms around their shoulders..."What are my two favorite girls in the world making?"

"Soofganiot."...Ziva replied.

"God bless you."...He grinned.

Constance laughs as Ziva shakes her head. Tony looks at Constance..."I suck at cooking, Dad."

"Then what are you making?"

"Rice crispy squares."

Tony laughs..."That's my girl."...He turns..."Ooh, pie."...Tony moves closer to the pies..."Lots of pie, lots and lots...there's: apple, pumpkin, don't know what that one is, mystery pie! And oooh, cherry."...Tony licks his lips, looking at the 4 pies sitting on the kitchen table. He reaches out his finger in the direction of the cherry pie, trying to get a quick taste and is hand is quickly smacked.

"Later."...Ziva scolds him.

"Just one bite, Zee-vah, just..."

"No. As a matter of fact, get out of the kitchen."...Ziva points towards the door... "Go."

"Fine, I'll go and clean something, maybe me."...He lifts his arm..."Yeah, definitely me, but first, what's the mystery pie? It was covered in whipped cream or is it meringue? Come on, what's in it?"

"Nope."...Ziva folds her hands in defiance.

"What kind of pie is it, Constance?"

Ziva turns, looking at her.

Constance laughs nervously..."Sorry, Dad...she scares me more than you do."

"Heh. Smart girl."...He mouths the words..."Chocolate creme?"

Constance just smiles as Ziva continues to look at her..."Bye, Dad."

"Bye, Daughter."