Ziva walked down a long white hallway, photos of the DiNozzo family adored the wall..."You guys done with your bath yet?"...She asked, pushing open a slightly ajarred door, she immediately rolled her eyes, shaking her head..."Do I wanna know?"

Tony looked up, his head covered in bubbles, he grinned..."Heh. Probably not."

"Hi, Mommy."...Their ever-growing son waved, happy as can be, his head equally covered in bubbles.

Ziva smiled, making her way over to the tub, she knelt down next to it..."What is your excuse?"...She asked, looking at full grown Gibbler, who was also covered in bubbles. He barked once, his tail splashing water all over the place..."Only you would bathe with your 3-year-old son and a dog, Tony."...She chuckled.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!"

"What? What? What?"...Ziva replied, looking at her son, pushing bubbles away from his face.

"Wan'a hear a joke?"

"I..."...Ziva looked at Tony, who nodded to her..."Sure."...She smiled at her son.

"What did one shark say to another after eating a school of clown fish?"

Ziva shrugged..."What?"

"Did they taste funny to you?"...He grinned just like his father, finishing his punchline.

Ziva looked on, confused..."Huh?"

"Heh."...Tony shook his head..."Laugh."...He mouthed to her.

Ziva started to laugh as Tony rubbed the top of his son's head..."Perfect."...The proud papa smiled.

"Gibbler!"...Constance yelled.

Gibbler jumped out of the tub, he shook vigorously, getting water and bubbles all over Ziva and the rest of bathroom..."Gibbler!"...Ziva stood and turned away from him.

He dashed out the door as Tony wrapped his arm around Ziva's waist, pulling her into the tub..."No, no, no, no, no, no!"...Ziva cried out, but it was too late, she was sitting on top of Tony.

"Now!"...Tony called out.

"Yay!"...Tony, Jr. splashed water all over his mother and father and laughed the whole time.

Ziva shrieked, trying to block the cascading splashes..."Not my hair, guys!"

"A little late, Zee-vah."...Tony grinned. She turned her head, looking towards him, their lips meet and they started to kiss.

"Why is Gibbler wet...ewwww, get a room you two."...Constance rolled her eyes, she moved to a towel rack, grabbing a large towel..."Come on, Two."...She stepped towards the bathtub, lifting him from the tub..."Lets get you dried off, little man."...She turned, but stopped..."Oh, Dad, Gibbs called, he wanted to talk to you about something."

"Did he say what?"...Tony asked.

"Nopers."

"Con, wan'a hear a joke?"

"Sure, squirt."...Constance replied with a smile, moving through the doorway.

Tony and Ziva resumed kissed, Constance started to laugh, making Ziva pull away..."I do not get it."

"Get what?"...Tony asked, kissing her again.

"The joke...I hate clowns."

"Heh."

"What?"...Ziva asked, looking even more perplexed.

"God, I love you."...Tony started kissing her again.

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Tony pressed the hood of his car down until it latched..."Finally got your Ferrari, huh?"

Tony looked up, seeing Gibbs standing in front of the opened garage, he grabbed a rag and started cleaning his hands..."Gibbs."

"What, you're not gonna give me the specs?"

"You hate when I do that."

"But it never stops you, DiNozzo."

"Heh."...Tony smiled..."Just like Magnum's, targa top and all."...He tossed the rag on a workbench..."You wanted to talk about something?"

"Yeah, it's about Constance."

"I'm listening."

"You know Palmer took the head ME's job in NCIS's San Diego's field office, right?"

"Yeah, how's that working out?"

"For him or Ducky?"

"The Duck man is missing him, huh?"

"Well, he's getting up there in age and he needs a new assistant."

"Constance?"

"Why not, she graduated in the top of her class and it would be good experience for her as she entered Medical school."

"No."...Tony quickly replied, stepping past Gibbs.

"He's gone, Tony."

Tony stopped, but didn't turn around..."Horrific toothpick accident? Because if so, I'm gonna laugh so hard."

"New director of Homeland Security."

Tony turned around..."Holy shit, we're all fuckin' doomed."

Gibbs smirked..."So is NCIS."

"Why...they make you director?"

Gibbs was silent.

"Ha-ha! No way."...Tony shook his head, not believing it..."You? That's funny."...Gibbs just stood there, not making a sound..."Come on, Gibbs, you were acting director for a week and you...no, no way."

"A person can change their mind."

"Why?"

"I need a team leader, Tony."

"What's wrong with McGee? He's your senior field agent now, he can do the job."

"Nothing's wrong with McGee."...Gibbs stepped closer to Tony.

"Shalom, Jethro."...Ziva spoke up.

Gibbs nodded towards her..."I need an ornery bastard, who doesn't take shit from dirtbags, who isn't afraid to get a little dirty."

"That's sounds like someone I know, oh yeah...you."

"You're the best agent I've ever trained, Tony."...Gibbs stepped towards Ziva, stopping for moment..."Think about it, DiNozzo."

Tony watched as Gibbs moved over and hugged Ziva, he covered his mouth with his hand, taking a deep breath, thinking about what Gibbs just said. He turned away..."Naw."

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Tony laid in bed, under the covers.

"What did you and Gibbs talk about?"...Ziva asked, the light in the bathroom turned off as she stepped into the doorway, she was wearing one of Tony's Ohio State t-shirt, it hung mid-thigh.

"Why are you wearing that?"

Ziva looked down..."It is just a shirt."...She lifted the shirt, showing she was naked underneath..."I will take it off."

"Then take it off."

Ziva took a step towards the bed.

"Ah!"...Tony lifted his hand in the air..."Take it off there."

Ziva cocked her head..."Why?"

"Umm, I enjoy seeing my wife naked, it, uh, turns me on, isn't that obvious?"

"You know I do not like my breasts...they are..ugly."...Ziva frowned.

Tony sat up..."No, they're not, stop saying that."

Ziva sighed, she turned away, lifted the t-shirt over her head.

Tony smiled and growled..."Turn around."

"No."...Ziva said in a defiant tone.

"Yes."

"No."

"Ken."

"Lo."

"Heh. C'mon, turn around."

"Why?"

"Because I asked you to."

"Not good enough."

"I'm topless."...Tony stated with a grin, pointing to his bare chest.

Ziva rolled her eyes, she turned around, her arms were folded across her chest, she took a large step towards the bed.

"Hey, you shaved."

Ziva stopped, she lowered her arms, looking down..."What?"

"Heh."...Tony smiled at her, he threw back the covers..."Thank you."

"You suck."

"If you want me, too."...Tony smirked, holding his hand out to her.

Ziva shook her head, she started to laugh, she didn't want to, but she couldn't help it, he was dork, but he was her dork. She took his hand and slid into bed next to him.

Several hours and many, many orgasms later...

They laid on their backs, side-by-side, Ziva was panting heavily.

"Tony."...Ziva gasped, she turned over, laying her hand on his chest and slowly started to twirl her fingers in his chest hair, her eyes slammed shut..."Tony?"

Ziva yanked on his chest hair, he quickly opened his eyes..."What?!"

"Are you going back to work?"...She asked, still panting.

"No."...Tony yawned, smacking his lips together several times..."To sleep."

"I think that you should."

"Why's that?"

"You miss it."

"No."...Tony whispered and started to fade back into slumber.

Ziva slowly started rubbing up and down his chest..."Constance needs you."

Tony smiled.

"Then we are in agreement, yes?"

Tony rolled over on top of her and started kissing her as he eased himself between her legs.

"Oh my God, again?"...Ziva moaned sharply.

Tony propped himself up, he smiled down at her..."Only if you go with me."

"I do not know..."...Ziva started to speak.

"Shhh."...Tony kissed her, then slid down her body, quickly disappearing under the covers.

Ziva giggled, moving her hands under the covers..."What are you..."...Her eyes shot open wide, gasping deeply.