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"So anyway, this is my baby brother, Chayim."
Charlotte giggled. "That's a funny name."
Ari couldn't help but grin. The two of them were in Chayim's baby room, taking turns holding him. Tony was supposed to be babysitting, but he'd fallen asleep, leaving the three kids to their own devices.
Happy as he was, Ari still worried about Nasya. The little "miracle" was still off-limits for him to visit even a month after her surgery. He couldn't really understand why- something about her immune system being weak. The team had taken a bunch of photos, which Abby had put into an album, of both babies, but it somehow wasn't enough. He wanted to hold Nasya.
At least he could spend time with his other "sister". He'd been surprised when Charlotte's parents offered to be his as well, but glad. He liked spending time with Charlotte, and now instead of sleeping on one of his friends' couches, he got to sleep on Charlotte's family's couch. Marger. That was their last name. Considering it would probably be his last name soon, he really needed to remember it.
Mrs. Marger (he couldn't quite bring himself to think of her as Mom, not yet at least) had mentioned that they would be moving to a bigger house soon, one with room for all of the kids. Ari was looking forward to finally having a place to call home.
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The hole in the wall had turned white. She thought there might be weird fluffy white things falling outside it.
I want my brother.
Even with everything -food, comfort, warmth- provided for her, Nasya was seriously missing something.
Or rather, someone.
Chayim.
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Ari bolted upright. Something had scared his subconscious.
Several shots rang out, and he heard the end of a bullet clip.
Throwing off the covers, he ran through his apartment to the back porch, concerned about what might have happened to Ziva. She can't get into a gunfight. She's eighteen. She's eight months pregnant…
He was relieved to see her standing at the open door, gun in her hand. She seemed fine, but the adrenaline wouldn't wear off.
"What- what's- what just-" he gasped for air- "Are you okay, Ziva?"
She turned her head towards him, one hand still holding the gun, the other resting on her swollen belly.
"What the bloody deck is that?"
He resisted the urge to correct her English. She'd been learning it for a while, but still struggled with idioms. He hoped that quirk of hers wouldn't last too long.
"What is what?"
She gestured with the gun towards the snow outside, which he realized had fallen the previous night. It occurred to him that she had never seen snow before…
He looked past her and realized that she'd shot the snow-
Dumbstruck, Ari stared at his little sister for a moment before he burst out laughing hysterically and fell to the floor.
"What's so funny? And you still haven't told me what this stuff is. I'm seriously going to kill you-"
Ari was laughing too hard to respond.
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On the ninth day of Christmas, the nine ladies (square) dancing realized that they had issues.