Tango hotel India Sierra. India Sierra. Whatever the heck N is, Oscar Tango. MIwishIhadthismemorized India N Echo.
Anyway…
So I know this is mostly filler stuff, but I have to write something besides "three months later".
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Their little world was shrinking. That, or they were getting bigger.
Somehow, they understood that they had to grow, that life would be better ex utero. But they had to get ready first.
That was the problem.
Somehow, he wasn't sure she would be ready. Some inner sense told him that something was wrong with his sister.
And that terrified him.
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A nurse walked into Ziva's room, jotting down her unchanged vital signs. Gibbs tracked her movements with his eyes as he sat unmoving by her side. In the month since Eli had arrived, subsequently announcing that he would be relocating to the United States, he and the entire team had taken it in turns to visit Ziva every evening after work.
Someone had tucked one of the teddy bears under Ziva's arm. For all the world, she looked like a three-year-old in bed with a favorite toy. Or like Kelly when I kissed her goodnight…
Gibbs' mournful reverie was broken when the nurse addressed him.
"Sir?"
He had told them multiple times that he did not wish to be called "sir". They never learned. It had taken them weeks to get the concept that the entire team plus Eli was Ziva's next of kin. And Abby wonders why I never go to the doctor…
"Yeah?"
"We'd like to do a 4-D ultrasound tomorrow to check on the twins' development. Considering Miss David's condition, they'll be delivered by C-Section, so we need to know if they're okay. If they're forming well, then if we need to take them early, we know that's an option. Otherwise, well, not that it's likely that something's wrong, but if there is, then we'll see what's to be done. Is that… agreeable?"
Okay, maybe his reputation had preceded him throughout the hospital.
"I'll check with my team, but that sounds reasonable. I hope nothing's wrong, though. That's the last thing we need."
The nurse nodded. "Don't we all, sir."
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The boy sat on a couch, watching some meaningless animated cartoon scroll across the screen. He didn't care about it.
He didn't care about much, really. He'd been through more foster homes than he'd bothered to count. Mostly just people who liked to have someone to control. He didn't like it, and kept moving on, hoping the next time would be better.
It never was.
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I really should tell them. She was -is?- their friend, and they deserve to know, but it's her secret…
They're her friends. She wouldn't mind if they knew.
That decided it. He would tell them tomorrow.
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Author's note: Anybody want to guess who the boy is? Or who decided what? And I need suggestions for the twins' names. I have had quite a few already, but I just can't decide. There are so many cool ones.