Hello my wonderful people! I am terribly sorry to have not updated in over a month, but I have been very busy. Please forgive me for the lack of updates. But I promise, these last few chapters are going to be awesome. Thank you for waiting this long! :D

On with the story!

8 and a half months pregnant.

It was a wonderful April morning in Washington D.C. Ziva DiNozzo was sitting at her desk with her three year old daughter on her lap. The very pregnant Israeli was brushing the little girl's hair and chatting to her as she did so. Meanwhile, Adi was more preoccupied with Ziva's little Israeli flag in her pencil holder.

Tony DiNozzo was occupying their son, who was running away from his father with his Mighty Mouse stapler.

"Ziva! Tell our son to give me back my stapler!" he whined like a five year old.

"Stop being such a child, Tony. He is only playing. Let him have fun," Ziva replied with a taunting smirk.

Tony stuck his tongue out at his wife but his teasing look turned into one of pain when Kalev chucked the stapler at his father's sensitive area. Tony shrieked like a girl and fell to his knees with his hands covering his crotch. Ziva stood up with a look of anger in her eyes.

"Kalev Ari DiNozzo!" she shouted. The little boy turned around to flee when his face connected with someone's knees. The little boy looked up to see the amused glare of his grandfather.

"I think it'd be better to face the punishment now rather than later, Kalev," Gibbs' gruff voice explained. The little boy nodded and turned around with a guilty look on his chubby face.

"I sorry, Ima," Kalev whispered.

"Do not apologize to me, Kalev. Apologize to your father on the floor over there," Ziva replied, trying not to laugh as she did so. Cautiously, the little boy walked over to his father and patted his head.

"I sorry, Abba." Kalev smiled then ran off with Tony's stapler yet again. He was about to run after his son when Gibbs stopped him.

"Let him play, DiNozzo. Now gear up. We got a dead one in Quantico." McGee, who had just come back from Abby's lab, ran to his desk to get his things and Tony did the same. Ziva, being accustom to going as well, also stood up to leave.

"DiNozzo," he snapped at her, almost forgetting that she wasn't a David anymore, "Not you. Stay with Jen or something."

With a huff, the Israeli plopped back in her seat, pouting. She carefully stood up, Adi and Kalev by her sides, holding her hands.

"Do we get to see Auntie Jen?" Adi asked hopefully.

Ziva chuckled. "Of course, Tateleh."

"Ziva! Shouldn't you be on maternity leave by now? I thought I told you to leave a week ago!" Jenny exclaimed when she saw her pregnant daughter-like agent waddle into her office with her children clinging to her hands.

"Jenny, you know that I will not leave until absolutely necessary," Ziva said, heavily sitting down on the couch while Kalev and Adi crowded around Jenny's feet. The director gave them a piece of paper and some crayons.

"What would happen if you went into labor here at work?" Jenny asked, sincerity in her voice, as she sat beside her friend.

"Then I would go to the hospital. I am not worried about that. I know you all would take care of me and my unborn children in an emergency." She smiled and leaned back in the cushions of the couch, resting her eyes.

"So Tony, how's Ziva been? I haven't been able to talk to her much lately," McGee asked, grabbing a bag out of the back of the charger.

"She's been doing alright. Her cravings are getting under control, but her feet and back are hurting a lot. She was having Braxton Hick's contractions the other night. She was scared. Crying, actually. I think it was just the hormones though," Tony concluded, also retrieving a bag from the charger.

"Awh, well, not long now. Abby can't wait. She says that considering she missed Kalev's birth, she's going to spoil those kids," McGee said with a chuckle.

"Hah. I'm sure Ziva won't mind."

"McGee, bag and tag in the house. Tony, interview the neighbor," Gibbs said when he walked over to the agents.

After Tony had finished interviewing a neighbor, he returned to the house next door, the crime scene, to report to Gibbs on the information that he had gotten.

"The neighbors heard gunshots about an hour ago. They thought it was the TV at first. A few gunshots followed after. They got suspicious and went over to investigate. That's when they found the marine," Tony finished.

"Duck, TOD?" Gibbs asked the M.E.

"I'd say about an hour or so ago. It fits with the neighbor's story. Mr. Palmer, get the gurney please," Ducky said.

"Boss!" McGee said, coming back from scouting the house of the murdered marine, "I found a bullet."

"Good. Back to Abby."

Ziva was back at her desk, the children still coloring with Jenny, when Gibbs, McGee, and Tony appeared in the bullpen. She stood up and hugged Tony when he arrived in front of her desk.

"Where are you guys going?" Ziva asked, eager to do something.

"Down to Abby's. You coming?"

"Of course!"

Just then, Abby bounced into the office.

"You guys have to come down now! I found something interesting!" she shouted.

"We were just about to come down, Abs," Gibbs said. They all crowded into the elevator and descended down to Abby's lab.

As the five set off down to Abby's lab, Ziva began to feel incredibly uncomfortable. Her head was beginning to hurt and her stomach was also. It was probably just some more Braxton Hick's.

Abby, who was standing next to her heavily pregnant friend, noticed her discomfort, but seeing as Ziva is very independent, she decided to keep her mouth shut and just watch her. Suddenly, the Israeli let out a quiet cry and slid down the side of the elevator to the floor, clutching her swollen stomach.

Tony turned around and caught his wife just as she hit the floor and maneuvered her into his lap. All eyes were now on the sweating woman. Ziva had her head buried in Tony's shoulder, breathing ragged.

"What's wrong, Ziva?" Tony asked softly.

"I think the babies are coming," she answered with great difficulty.

Tony looked up at Gibbs. The older agent had a look of concern in his eyes, knowing what his wife had been though with Kelly. He quickly set the elevator to Autopsy rather than the lab.

"We'll get to Ducky. He'll know what to do. Just keep her calm, DiNozzo," Gibbs stated, placing a hand gently on the now sobbing woman's shoulder. Abby and McGee were kneeled by her left side, Abby stroking the top of her hand. Suddenly, the elevator jerked, the lights went off, and everything went silent.

Mwuahah! I hate cliffhangers. I am sorry. I needed to stop here so I can write more for the next chapter. Do not worry. I promise that I will update very, very soon. I cannot wait for the next chapter either. Anyway, thank you to Tiva equals Mr. and Mrs. Smith for helping me write this chapter as well as the next. I appreciated you wonderful help ad ideas!

Does anybody else watch American Idol? I just recently started watching it. I hope Scotty McCreery wins. What about you?

Once again, I am very sorry for not updating for a while. Please review! I am almost to 100 reviews! Have a wonderful night!

-Aviva