Warnings: Cute, holiday fluff

A/N: Here's part four! Enjoy!

Little fingers stretched out and grasped Tony's finger. Isabella Leigh DiNozzo, all of a few hours old, opened her eyes and looked at her father, curiously. Tony smiled down at the small baby girl wrapped in a white blanket and wearing a red cap for Christmas. She was the sweetest Christmas gift that he had ever received, all seven pounds six ounces of her.

Tony gently laid a soft kiss on the baby's forehead. "You know... I think she looks like my mom," he observed gazing at his daughter's features. "My mother loved the name Isabella, she always talked about wanting to name her daughter that..."

"Is that why you suggested it?" Leah asked, sleepily from her hospital bed. Fourteen hours of labor had really exhausted her, but she was still smiling.

"Huh? I don't know why I suggested it," Tony said, looking at his wife with a tired smile. "But maybe... maybe it was because my mom loved it."

On the nightstand Leah's cell phone buzzed. Wincing, slightly, Leah shifted on the bed and found it. "My parents are here with the kids," she said. "Do you think Grace is angry at me that I didn't get to her holiday party?"

Tony stood and gently placed Isabella in her mother's arms. He leaned down and kissed Leah's cheek. "I think Grace is going to be fine once she meets her baby sister. That holiday party will be forgotten." He smoothed his hair down and went out into the hall to go and meet his kids and in-laws.

"Daddy!" Grace's voice called gleefully from the elevator. She came charging at him and Tony lifted her into his arms. "Can we meet the new baby now?"

"Yes, you can meet her now," Tony assured her with a chuckle. She wiggled in his arms while he carried her into Leah's hospital room.

Isabella had fallen asleep, not interested in meeting her older siblings and grandparents at this point. However, she was startled awake when Jack and Grace excitedly crowded their mother and baby sister. Letting out a frustrated cry, Isabella opened her eyes and came face to face with her older brother and sister for the first time.

Jack pulled on Grace's shirt slightly. "You're too close, Grace. She doesn't like it."

Grace pouted, "But I just want to see her!"

"Mom, can I hold her?" Jack asked.

"No! I want too!" Grace whined.

Leah soothed Isabella and promised both children that once they settled down, and stopped arguing, they would each get a turn holding their little sister. "Let Nana have a turn first, alright?"

Katherine gently and eagerly scoped the newborn infant into her arms. Isabella wasn't entirely happy with being jostled around. It took her a little bit to settle into her grandmother's embrace, but once she did, she fell asleep.

Grace still upset that she didn't get to hold the baby first, snuggled against Leah. Her mother smoothed her hair back and gave her a little kiss. "When are you coming home, Mommy? Will you be home in time for Christmas?"

"I'll be home tomorrow," Leah assured her. "And there will be plenty of time for us to make our cookies for Santa, okay?"

"Can I make them with Papa?"

"Oh, so you liked the cookies that Papa made huh?"

Grace smiled at her. "Yes. He came to my party and told me that they were Nana Lizzie's favorite."

Tony and Leah looked at her parents surprised. "My father went to her holiday party?" Tony inquired, startled.

Katherine nodded and rocked Isabella in her arms. "Yes. And he seemed very excited to be going to see Jack's show later this week."

Jack sat at the edge of the hospital bed and turned to look at Leah. "Mom, it's okay if you have to stay home with the baby and miss my show. I understand. Grandpa said he would video tape it for you."

"Dad," Leah chided her father. "Did you honestly tell him I wouldn't be there?"

"Didn't know how you were going to feel," John argued, getting his turn to hold his new granddaughter. "Better to be prepared than disappointed the day of the show."

Tony ruffled Jack's hair. "Don't worry, bud. Mom and I have a baby-sitter for your sisters so we can both be at the show, alright?"

Jack's face brightened. "Okay. Can I hold Isabella now please?"

Instructing the little boy to sit back on the pillows next to his mother, John helped Jack hold the baby in his arms. He smiled at his new little sister. Grace climbed over her mother and squished in between Leah and Jack so she could see Isabella. While both children were busy holding and gently talking to the baby, Tony caught Leah's eye and he grinned at her. Even though the last few days had been hectic, they wouldn't change a thing about this Christmas. They had three healthy, happy, beautiful children and in the end that was all that mattered to both of them. Isabella had truly made this Christmas a special one.

By Christmas Eve the DiNozzo family was tired but all settled at home, adjusting to their new addition.

Gibbs sat on the floor after arriving for the holiday party to play Legos with Jack in front of the Christmas tree. Grace was laying on her stomach nearby, her red plaid skirt spread out around her as she played with some new toys. The former marine smiled watching the two children. They had just gotten back from Christmas Eve mass and as promised by their mother if they were good, they'd get to open one present.

Apparently they had been good because both the kids had been playing with brand new toys when Gibbs showed up. "Heard you guys were good in church," he said, rubbing Grace on the back.

"Isabella wasn't. She cried a lot," Grace said, her green eyes gazing up at Gibbs. "Daddy had to take her for a walk."

"She's just a baby, Gracie," Jack said. "She doesn't understand what church is."

"She doesn't do much," the little girl told Gibbs with a pout. "I thought we'd get to play with her."

Gibbs continued to rub her back. "Babies when they are brand new are very small and they don't know how to use their arms and legs yet. As she gets bigger she'll learn. And she's lucky to have such a good big brother and big sister to teach her things."

Jack finished snapping his Legos into place, completing his pirate ship. "Grandpa Gibbs, do you think we could build a pirate ship in your basement?"

"Pirate ship is a little too big for my basement, bud," Gibbs said with a laugh. "And right now I'm building something for Isabella, not a boat."

"What are you building her?" Grace asked, interested. Gibbs had built the children's' cribs and dressers and then their beds... "Are you making her a crib? She's using mine."

"Nope. Your mom asked for a new rocking chair."

"Is that what you're making for Isabella?"

"Mommy needs a chair to rock her to sleep in, doesn't she?"

Jack glared at his sister. "And you need to keep it a secret! It's a surprise!"

Grace gave Gibbs large, innocent eyes. "I won't tell Mommy, Grandpa, I promise!"

Gibbs kissed her cheek and got up off the floor. Leaving the kids in the living room playing, he found Tony and Leah in the kitchen getting the food ready for the party, while Leah's sister entertained Isabella. The newborn was dressed in a velvet red dress, trimmed with white lace, and she had a white bow barrette clipped in her dark, thick hair. Gibbs couldn't resist giving the newborn a little kiss on the top of her soft head before pouring himself a bourbon.

Norah rocked the infant in her arms, the light in the kitchen catching on her massive diamond ring. "I told Bobby that I didn't want children, but I don't know, seeing you pretty girl, I think I might want to have at least one baby."

"Don't say that when Mom gets here," Leah said, chuckling, "Or she'll have your baby shower all planned out."

"Believe me, I won't be uttering the word baby around Mom until I'm sure I'm having one," Norah replied, grinning.

Isabella fussed before she started to wail. Leah stopped what she was doing and took the baby back from her sister. "She's probably hungry. I'll go feed her."

Norah watched as Leah left and then smiled, devilishly at Tony. "I never pegged you for wanting three kids."

Tony shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't realize how much I wanted kids until Leah got pregnant with Jack."

Gibbs reached out and pat Tony on the shoulder. Throughout his years he had seen a lot of lousy fathers—Tony was not one of them. The man devoted his life to his kids, they were his world and incredibly loved. Norah was being called to from the living room and she went to see what her niece and nephew wanted. "You did good, Tony," he said, softly.

"Huh?" Tony questioned. "What do you mean, Gibbs?"

"All this—you did good. Life handed you a terrible hand as a child and you rose above it," Gibbs said, proudly. "You even managed to change your father."

"Never thought my dad would be so involved in Jack and Grace's life, but since he moved down here... he's been to school events, baked cookies with Grace the other day," Tony recalled, smiling. "Funniest thing I ever saw... both of them covered in flour."

"Leah really was the best thing to happen to you."

"Yeah, she really was."

The backdoor opened, a jingle bell ringing, and immediately the kitchen was filled with joyful greetings, laughing children, and even more food. Gibbs watched as Theo and Samantha tore off down the hall looking for Grace and Jack, and eagerly calling, "Where is she? Where's Isabella?" in tandem.

Tim shook his head. "They're excited about meeting the baby. Keep asking if we're going to have anymore babies."

Delilah maneuvered her chair into the kitchen and shut the door. "And we keep telling them they're plenty. But, I'm with my kids. Where is she? I want to see her!"

"Leah's feeding her," Tony said, taking their coats. "Promise the little lady will be happy and content and all ready to be passed around like a football tonight."

"Oh, Tony," Delilah said, with a little shake of her head. "We won't be passing her around like a football—I promise we'll be very gentle. And I've been promised, from your wife, that I get to hold her first!"

Somehow, Tony found himself on the sofa in the man cave with five children crowded around him. Grace and Samantha were snuggled in his lap, Theo against one side, Jack and Victoria at his feet. After they'd eaten, opened presents and Grandpa Ducky had read How the Grinch Stole Christmas the children had conned Tony somehow into watching a movie with them.

All five of the children were clad in Christmas pajamas, Grace had her favorite stuffed animal wedged underneath her arm, and Victoria had her blanket wrapped around her shoulders. Tony grinned to himself. Before meeting Leah he had never been comfortable around children, now, he realized he didn't mind having so many of them draped all over him. It made them feel safe and he felt loved.

"It's awfully quiet down here," Tim announced entering the room. He sat down next to his son. "What are you watching?"

"Rudolph," Theo said, sleepily. "He just the Island of Misfit toys."

"I would never throw my toys away," Victoria said. "I love all of them."

Tony chuckled. He often felt like the team had been a band of misfit toys that Gibbs had taken under his wing, given them a place to belong and feel loved. "Well, just because a toy is different doesn't mean they cannot be fun."

Tim glanced at him seriously. "That's very deep, Tony. This movie bringing out the philosophical side in you?"

"Perhaps I relate to those misfit toys," Tony answered, honestly.

"Daddy," Grace argued, "You're not a misfit! No one would ever throw you away!"

"Yeah, Uncle Tony," Victoria replied, looking at him with adoration in her eyes. "We all love you!"

Oh if they only knew how much of a misfit I was when I was a kid, Tony thought, giving his daughter a kiss and ruffling Victoria's hair. The girls settled in and watched the rest of the movie with Tony and Tim. By the time it was over only Jack and Victoria were still awake. With the help of Gibbs, Tony and Tim carried a sleeping Grace, Samantha, and Theo back upstairs.

Everyone was bundling up to head back out into the cold and as the mismatched family said good-night, Tony wasn't sure if it was the bourbon he'd shared with Gibbs earlier warming his heart, or the feeling of love and family, either way he was happy.

Leah was the one to close and lock the door behind their guests. Her parents were staying over with Norah and Bobby for the night so Tony and Leah could spend Christmas morning with just their kids, Gibbs would also be back for dinner the following day. She smiled at Jack, standing near her and rubbing his eyes. "I think it's time for all little boys and girls to get to bed so Santa can come."

"Okay, but can I say good night to Izzie first?" Jack questioned.

"Sure. She's in her swing," Leah said pointing towards the living room.

"Night, Izzie," Jack whispered to the newborn and gave her a kiss. "Wait until you see what Santa brings us tomorrow! I bet it's going to be good!"

Tony laughed. "Let's go, sport, time for bed," he instructed. Jack dashed up the stairs in front of him. Tony carried Grace up to her bedroom, tucking her into bed before went to tuck Jack in.

Jack had his blanket up to his chin. "Dad."

"Yeah?"

"Love you."

"Love you too, bud."

Before the light was even out, Jack was sound asleep. Tony closed the door halfway and peeked in on Grace. Both children are tuckered out and would sleep straight through to morning.

Downstairs, Isabella was still awake, rocking in her swing, notes of a lullaby playing. Tony joined Leah on the sofa and pulled her into his arms. He buried his nose in her hair and took a deep breath. He was exhausted but he wouldn't trade anything in the world to go back to being single and alone. His wife and kids made being exhausted worth it.