Abby's lab hummed softly as her machines ran in darkness, except for a dim light from the monitor. A FBI service record was displayed with a blinking green bar that read: "DNA Match," the service record belonged to a Special Agent Courtney Krieger.

Several hours later, Abby entered her lab..."Great news, guys...It's a boy! But you already knew that, wanna see?"...Abby held up her iPhone, showing her equipment a photo of baby Anthony as she spun around her lab..."He's soooooooooo cute!"...Abby squealed.

Abby stopped and stumbled back, before steadying herself.."I'm okay, I'm okay."...She closed her eyes, trying to compose herself..."I think, maybe, Abby had too many red bulls and Caf-pows last night."...She opened her eyes and looked at the monitor..."Ohhhhhhhhhhh, I liked her."

She slowly made her way to her workstation, she clicked a few buttons, the phone started to ring..."Gibbs."

"Got the results, Gibbs, Special Agent..."...Abby started to speak.

"Courtney Krieger...yeah, got it, Abs."...The line goes silent.

Abby punched the button..."I really, really hate when he does that."

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Gibbs stood next to Fornell and Langer inside of Krieger's apartment, the place was tossed..."She didn't show up for work today, Jethro."...Fornell stated.

"Find anything?"...Gibbs asked.

"Nothing from the victims."...Langer spoke up..."But thanks to you, we finally have a suspect."

Langer walked off, moving towards the kitchen.

"Does this feel right to you, Tobias?"

Fornell shrugged..."Your famous gut feeling something?"

"She just didn't seem like the type, Fornell. I don't see her having enemies."

"Like Duh-not-zo?"

"Yeah."...Gibbs took a drink of coffee..."Something like that."

"Speaking of...how is the baby?"...Fornell wondered.

Gibbs smiled, lifting his cell from his pocket, he opend it up, a photo of Anthony was his wallpaper..."Good lookin' kid, ain't he?"

"I dunno, he looks just like his father."...Fornell quipped.

"Ah, you're just jealous he has more hair than you, Tobias."...Gibbs smirked, snapping his phone closed.

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Tony sat next to Ziva, holding his son out in front of him, looking down at him, smiling the whole time..."Hi."...He whispered..."I'm your daddy, big guy."

The baby cooed, which made Tony's smile grow..."Are you hungry?"...Tony glanced at Ziva, she was asleep..."Heh. The milk factory is closed, buddy."

The baby wrapped his tiny fingers around his father's pinky.

Tony closed his eyes, tears escaping.

"Let him suck on the tip of your finger."...A voice spoke up.

Tony tilted his head up, seeing his father..."Oh, hey, Pop."

"May I hold him?"

"Sure."...Tony said, standing from his chair, allowing his father to sit down. He gently handed his son to his father.

His father smiled..."What is his name?"

"Anthony Dean DiNozzo."...Ziva softly spoke.

"The third?"...The elder DiNozzo asked.

"Yeah, Dad...the third."...Tony patted his father on the shoulder.

"Your mother would be proud, Anthony...you did good, my boy."

"Heh. All the credit goes to her, Pop, she's the one who had to carry him."

"Oh, of course, of course...it's just that, your mother and I, we."...Tony's father looked at Ziva, tears in his eyes..."Thank you."

"You're not gonna cry, too, are ya, Pop?"...Tony smirked.

"DiNozzo's don't cry, Anthony, we leak."

"Heh."

Ziva rolled her eyes, holding her hands out towards Tony's dad.

He stood, placing his grandchild in her hand.

She brought her son into her bosom, exposing her breast and started to feed him.

"I just saw your wife's nipple, son."

"She can kill you 18 different ways with a paper clip, Pop."

Tony's father turned to his son..."Never mind."

"Heh. Good choice, Pop."

Tony's father placed his hand on his son's back..."I need to talk to you in the hallway about something."

"Sure, I'll be right back, Ziva."...Tony said, following his father into the hallway.

Ziva nodded at Tony, then looked down as her son fed, lightly stroking behind his head with her fingers..."Hungry, yes?"...She smiled.

Tony walked back into Ziva's room, he quickly kisses Ziva on the lips, then his son, before sitting back down.

"What did he want to talk to you about, Tony?"...Ziva looked at Tony.

"He offered me my trust fund."...Tony reached over, caressing the top of his son's head.

"How much?"

"I turned him down."

"Really?!"...Ziva was shocked.

"Heh. Of course not, I'm not an idiot."...Tony held out the check to Ziva, letting her see it.

"Umm, that is a lot of zeros, Tony."

"Babies are expensive and I need a Ferrari. Heh."