Tony sat on the trunk of his car, looking at his cell phone. He presses the buttons with glee, grinning ear to ear.
A ponytailed Constance, comes running out of a building as happy as could be..."I did it, Dad!"
He lowers his phone slightly, his eyes peering over the top, he smiles at her..."Let me see."
She raises her hands, showing off her driver's license as Tony reads from it: "Constance Marie DiNozzo."...Tony stops, looking at her surprised..."DiNozzo? Not Hammond?"
"It's my name, isn't...well, until I'm married."
"Ha-ha."...He clears his throat..."Lets not think about that for a long time: Harvard first, then medical school, then whatever doctors do after that, then all that weird, crazy stuff that goes with marriage."
"Speaking of marriage."...Constance fired back, along with a grin.
"Lets not and say we did."...Tony pushing himself from the car, pulling his keys out of his front pocket..."Wanna drive?"
"Trying to change the suspect, huh?."...Constance grinned.
"Heh. I think I can sweeten the bribe with a slice or two of pizza on the way."...He smiled.
"I love pizza!"...She exclaimed..."Deal!"
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Ziva steps through the doorway into Abby's lab, but suddenly stops, seeing Abby dressed in a black and white cheerleaders uniform with black fishnet stockings, her hair in pigtails, working at her computer..."Abby?"
Abby turns, rushing over to Ziva, giving her a hug..."I got the photo!"
Ziva pulls away from Abby, holding her at arms reach..."Photo? What photo?"
Abby moves back to her desk, grabbing something and turns back smiling, holding it up..."Your first ultrasound."
"Please tell me you did not have McGee hack into my doctor's computer records."
"Nope."...Abby grins..."Tony sent it to everyone!"...Abby moves closer, so Ziva can see it better..."Just look at Ziva, you're having a baby!"...Abby smiles..."Awwww, you have a little DiNozzo in you."...Abby quickly hugs her again..."And don't worry, it may only look like a peanut now, but soon it'll start to grow and in just 7 short months Aunty Abby will be babysitting!"...Abby pulls back..."Any names picked out yet?"
Ziva scoffs..."We do not even know what sex is it yet, Abby."
"True, true, true, but Tony keeps saying it's a..."
"Yes, I know, a boy."
"Nope, a girl."...Abby smiled.
Ziva lowers her head..."Really?"
"He told me he wants you to be happy...he also told me he's gonna have to build another bathroom or he'll never get in before 9 a.m."...Abby joked.
Ziva laughs, snorting, lifting her head, a few tears escaping.
"Aww, don't cry."...Abby hugs her again..."Come on, lets go."
"Where?"...Ziva stepped back, rubbing at her chest.
"You don't think I'm wearing this outfit for no reason, do you?"...Abby grinned.
"Huh?"...Ziva was confused.
"You know, NCIS vs FBI."
"OH, yes, Gibbs was talking about that, but I do not think Tony will make it, he took Constance for her driver's test."
"What?!"...Abby shouted..."He's our best player! He has to be there. Call him!"
"Wow, Abby, it is just a game, yes?"
"Just a game? Just a game?! I HATE the FBI! We must destroy them!"
"Umm..."...Ziva spoke as she slowly started to move back, lifting her phone from her pocket..."Okay."
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Tony and Constance walk away from a pizza eatery inside the food court at the mall..."So, did you look at the thing I asked?"...Tony asked, gnawing on his pizza.
Constance swallows her pizza..."Yeah, the short story is, Americans have commercialized Hanukkah, so that's perfect for us. It last 8 days, so I suggest buying her 8 gifts and it starts on the 25th day of the Jewish month of Kislev."
"It starts on Christmas?"
"Nope, Kislev isn't December. It starts tomorrow, the 22nd of December."
Tony stops..."You're kidding, right?"
Constance turns, chewing..."Nope."
"Well, crap."...Tony looks around the mall, he stops, spotting a Victoria's Secret, he takes a step in the stores direction...."Heh."
Constance shook her head, grabbing him by the back of his leather jacket..."And thus why men should never shop alone."
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A buzzer sounds, Abby looks up at the scoreboard: "FBI 45, NCIS 17."
"How do you like our ringer, NCIS?"...A very cocky Agent Sacks gloated. Langer stood behind him..."Langer here played division II college ball, averaged 22 a game."
"22.7."...Langer said, correcting Sacks.
Sacks laughs..."Thanks again for the assist...and what happened to DiNozzo? He scared?"...He starts to cluck like a chicken..."You guys suck!"
"Don't listen to them, guys!"...Abby yelled, looking at the NCIS players hudding around Ducky, they were all bent down, their hands tugging at their shorts.
"Sorry, Ducky."...McGee said, trying to catch his breath..."I was never good at basketball."
"It's alright, Timothy."...Ducky looks at Gibbs..."There are 14 seconds left in the first half, any ideas Jethro?"
Gibbs stood tall, looking over at the very vibrant FBI bench..."We can get Ziva to hurt Langer again."
Ducky softly chuckles, the buzzer sounds, the teams goes back onto the floor. The referee hands the ball to Palmer who tosses it in to Gibbs, he looks up at the clock as he slowly starts to tick down.
Sacks and Langer quickly double team him, Gibbs leans to his right, passing the ball back to Palmer, it bounces off his hand into the hands of a FBI players' hands, who tosses it to Langer and he hurries down the floor, laying the ball in just as the clock expires.
"Damnit!"...Abby yelled.
Sacks and Langer walk over to Abby, Ziva was sitting next to her, her head covered in a gold headscarf..."I bet you're wishing I was back at NCIS right now, aren't cha?"...Langer grinned, looking at Ziva.
"It is just a game."...Ziva shrugged.
"Yeah, that WE'RE winning."...Sacks laughed..."I'm just sad DiNozzo isn't here to see this beat down!"...He pointed towards the scoreboard, gloating once again.
"It would be worse if he was playing, Ron!"...Langer stated..."He's too whipped now, even has a daughter...he's not even man enough to make a boy!"
Ziva's expression changed immediately, making Sacks step back, pulling at Langer.
Ziva stood, stepping down onto the floor, but Gibbs steps in front of her, shaking his head no..."Abby, don't let her kill the FBI."
"I'll try, Gibbs."...Abby grinned, making Gibbs smirk as he headed off to the locker room.
Abby turns, seeing Ziva walk towards a set of door..."Wait for me, Ziva!"...Abby yelled, running after her.
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The buzzer for the beginning of the second half sounds, Fornell and Gibbs meet at centre court..."Looks like you're not gonna win this one, Jethro."
"We'll see, Tobias."
The referee hands the ball to McGee as he passes the ball into a fast approaching Gibbs, he catches the ball and turns looking up-court. He quickly calls for timeout.
Sacks laughs..."You call a timeout 2 seconds into the second half?"
Gibbs smiles seeing Ziva walking side-by-side with Abby and Constance.
Tony runs in, tucking in his black #1 NCIS jersey.
"Oh crap."...Tobias exclaimed, seeing Tony.
Sacks groaned.
"Who cares, we're up 30 points, this game is in the bag."
"Shut up, Langer."...Fornell grunted.
"What?"...Langer spoke..."I'll guard him, no problem, he can't be that good, right?"
Tony moves over next to Gibbs..."Sorry I'm late, Boss, I was Hanukkah shopping, does that sound weird to you, too? Heh."
Gibbs shook his head, flashing him a smile..."We're down 30, DiNozzo."
"Good, I love a challenge."...Tony grins, he takes an inbound pass from Gibbs, dribbling the ball into the front court, he raises his hand, signalling for a play. Langer looks up at it, Tony quickly dribbles past him and rises off the floor, dunking the ball. Langer turns his head, seeing Tony letting go of the rim and falling to the floor below.
"He, he can dunk?"...Langer said, with a shocked look on his face.
Tony backpeddles past him..."Woody Harrelson was right in this instance, this white man can jump. Heh."
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"I thought you were gonna guard his ass, Brent?!"...Sacks yelled..."He has 40 points!"
"Make that 41."...Tony said, before shooting a free throw, the ball swishes through the net.
"Timeout, ref."...Sacks called out, making a T with his hands. The referee blows his whistle as the teams move to their benches. Fornell sat on the bench, looking up at the scoreboard..."We've only scored 6 points in the second half?"
"Our ringer is getting manhandled by their ringer, Fornell."...Sacks grunted in frustration.
"How was I suppose to know he was the Italian Larry Bird, huh?"...Langer retorted.
"Who's sucking now?!"...Abby yelled from the stands, pointing at the scoreboard, it read: "NCIS 64, FBI 53."
"God, I hate NCIS."...Sacks groaned.
The game started again, Ziva and Constance watched as Tony sliced and diced his way through the FBI's team, scoring at will.
"Ziva..."...Constant turns, looking at her.
"Yeah."...Ziva was grinning ear to ear.
"What we talked about last night, I think we should tell him."
Ziva looks at Constance..."About Harvard?"
"Yeah, I mean, the semester starts next month and all."
"What are you guys talking about?"...Abby joined the conversation.
"I don't wanna go to Harvard, I wanna stay close to home. Live at home."
"Ahh."...Abby expressed..."Where are you going to go to school?"
"I was thinking Georgetown, but Dad has been all jazzed up about me going to Harvard."
"Can't you blame him, though?"...Abby stated..."Not everyone gets accepted to Harvard."
"Yeah, I know, but...I just found him and I don't want to let it go yet and Cambridge, Massachusetts is 441.69 miles away."
"Wow, you're been thinking about this a lot, huh?"
Constance lowers her head and sighs..."Yeah."
Ziva wraps her arm around Constance's shoulder, pulling her into a hug..."After Christmas, okay."...She turned her head, kissing Constance on the temple.
"Thanks."...Constance quietly replied..."Dad and Hanukkah, not meshing too well."
Ziva softly laughs..."I told him not to worry about it, what did he do?"
"A Menora and scented candles."
Ziva shook her head, but couldn't help but smile.
The buzzer sounds, Abby shoots up from her seat..."We are the champions! We are the champions!"...Abby sung loudly, she points to Sacks and Langer..."No time for losers!"...She points at herself..."Cause we are the champions....of the world!"
Sacks and Langer just brush it off and walk towards the locker room, Fornell moves up behind them, smacking them both in the back of the head..."You two just had to piss her off didn't you?!"
Gibbs and Abby were now standing by each other, watching Fornell's team, just chuckling away.