This is still not mine…
Before we get started today, I would like to make a few announcements.
First of all, to the many reviewers who have asked who fathered the twins and Ari, I appreciate your curiosity, and treasure your reviews, but I really have no idea who their fathers are. However, I am of the opinion that they have different ones (odds of such a coincidence are just too low), and whoever fathered the twins is almost certainly dead. Ari's though… hm, sequel material maybe?
Second, to those anonymous reviewers who felt the urge to badmouth my story, is that really necessary? I fully support your right to leave whatever review you feel I deserve, but I believe it is within my rights to ask that you refrain from calling my story "a piece of crap", "boring", or "lame". If you have a problem with my story, please clearly articulate it. And you should certainly have the guts to sign your reviews. I will gladly discuss the shortcomings of my writing with anyone.
Anyway, here we go…
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"You called?"
Abby smiled at Gibbs as he led her down the hall. He nodded.
"I wanted to show you something that happened last night. I really need to know I'm not losing my mind."
"The world famous Leroy Jethro Gibbs has self-doubts. The world is upside down."
"Yeah, it's been known to happen."
Inside Ziva's room, Gibbs lifted one of the nameplates, the one with the moon, and showed it to Abby. She gasped and clutched it, awestruck.
"How did you know what Ziva named them?"
Gibbs was even more startled than Abby. "I didn't. I fell asleep on the floor-"
"You really shouldn't have; hospital floors are disgusting."
Gibbs rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Anyway, when I woke up, it was still dark, but the sun, moon, and stars were glowing, and I guess I'd somehow carved the nameplates… Wait a minute, did you just say that Ziva named them…"
"Exactly what you put on the nameplates."
Both of them stared at the wooden celestial bodies, mouths wide open.
Then Abby finally broke the silence.
"It took me, McGee, and Eli ages to find Ziva's letters to them, and all you had to do was go to sleep…"
"I didn't do it on purpose, Abs. I never do. It just… happens."
He glanced out the window and was absolutely certain that he saw Ziva's face in the window, smiling.
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Author's note: Happy New Year!
On the eighth day of Christmas, the eight maids-a-milking (it for all its worth) signed up for Hypochondriacs Anonymous.