Tony was knelt down, clearing leaves and grass clipping from the front of a gravestone. He slowly let his fingers slid along the lettering in the stone's front.

"Here." Ziva whispered, getting Tony's attention. He turned, seeing her holding a glass with ice.

"I want you to meet someone very special." He smiled at Ziva, taking the glass from her. He switched the glass to his other hand and took a hold of her hand and pulled her next to him, "Mom, this is Ziva."

Ziva looked at Tony, then at the gravestone, reading the name: "Marie Ann DiNozzo."

"She would've loved you."

"You think so?"

Tony leaned in, giving her a kiss, "I know so."

"I will let you two talk." Ziva said, trying to get up, but Tony didn't let go of her hand, "What is it?"

"I love you."

Ziva turned her shoulders square to him, bringing her free hand up to his cheek, caressing it as she kissed him, "Ditto." She whispered.

Tony smiled, beaten at his own game and absolutely loved it, he kissed her once more before loosening his grip, her fingers slipped from his grasp.

Tony dug into the glass, tossing all the ice except one ice cube. He sat the glass down in front of him and reached to his left, grabbing a modest looking urn and a bottle. He placed the urn on the front edge of the gravestone and opened the bottle and lifted the glass and slowly started to pour, "McCallen 18, three fingers, one ice cube." He stated, setting the glass down next to the urn, "It's just one drink, Mom, I'll take the bottle with me."

Tony walked up to Ziva, holding the bottle of whiskey, she was standing next to the car, "You left the urn?"

"Yeah."

"What if it's stolen?"

"Then it would be fitting for him, don't you think?" Tony said before tossing the bottle of whiskey into a trash can.

A large wooden door opened, a thick, wonderful aroma washed over Tony and Ziva's senses. Vincenzo appeared in the doorway with open arms, "Happy Thanksgiving!" He boasted, embracing Ziva with a massive bear hug.

Tony slid past them, making his way to the kitchen, he stopped in his tracks as he saw the ungodly assortment of meats and cheeses on the table, "God, I love being Italian." He proclaimed, taking a thin slice of prosciutto into his mouth, savoring it, "I'm in hog heaven." He went to grab another piece when Sophie smacked his hand.

"Where is your wife?"

"She's taking one for the team so I could go non-kosher up." Tony said,

Sophie gasped, but quickly laughed, "She doesn't eat pork." She smacked herself in the head, shaking it, "Good thing I made turkey."

"It is Thanksgiving, Aunt Sophie."

"I love bacon." Ziva admitted.

Sophie looked at her oddly.

"Even vegetarians love bacon, Aunt So..." Tony stated with a grin, until.

"Shush you..." Sophie glanced at Tony for a split second before returning to Ziva.

Tony took a step back, pushing another meat of proscuitto into his mouth.

Ziva nervously laughed, feeling cornered, on trial, "We're also not suppose to eat meat and cheese together."

Sophie gasped again.

"I know, imagine having nothing on your pizza." Tony chimed in.

"Haha, it looks like she's changed, Sophie, I wonder if it has to do with all the Italian she's been taking in."

Sophie's eyes widened, "Vincenzo!"

"Oh, I didn't need it like that! I meant, all the Italian meat she eats, you know Anthony being Italian and always having great Italian meat!"

Sophie lifted her hands to her face, trying to hide, "Vincenzo!"

"I...I..." Vincenzo tried to explained himself, but stopped seeing the look of: embarrassment, disappointment and anger on Sophie's face, "I will shut up now." He stated and went silent.

"It's okay." Ziva laughed, "It's true."

Sophie shook her hands out in front of her, her head shaking in disbelief, she reached out grabbing Ziva's hand, "Come with me before they ruin you completely."

Tony and Vincenzo look at one another and just shrugged their shoulders and quickly dug back into the prosciutto.

Sophie lifted a large lid off a pot, "Do the Jewish people have something like Thanksgiving?"

Yes, it's called 'Sukkot'." Ziva answered, she moved closer seeing what was in the pot, "It;s usually in September or October, though."

"Ravioli con la zucca."

"Pumpkin ravioli?"

"Aww, you speak Italiano?" Sophie smiled.

"Si, parlo italiano alcuni."

Sophie's smile grew, "Would you like to be my guinea pig?" She dipped a large slitted spoon into the pot and scooped out a ravioli and placed it on a plate, setting it and fork down on the counter in front of Ziva, "Go on, be honest."

Ziva lifted the fork from the counter, cutting a piece of the ravioli off and lifted it to her lips, she lightly blew on it before putting it in her mouth. She slowly began chewing, but she quickly opened her mouth waving her hand rapidly, "Hot, hot, hot!" She exclaimed still chewing. She swallow but began coughing until her cheeks puffed up. Her hands flew up, covering her mouth.

Sophie pointed towards the door, "The first door on the left!" She called out, watching Ziva run through the door.

Sophie waited outside of the bathroom door hearing the sink turn off. The door opened, Ziva stepped out, her face was wet, "Are you okay?"

Ziva nodded.

"That bad, huh?"

"Oh, no, it was good."

Sophie laughed, "Obviously not."

"Really, it was very good, I've just not been feeling well."

Sophie stared at her, not saying a word.

"What?" Ziva let out a quick laugh, "Oh, no, no, no, if you're thinking I'm pregnant, I'm not."

"Oh." Sophie said, saddened by her answer.

"Yeah, I've had a stomach bug for the last week or so."

"Usually in the morning?" Sophie asked, hoping.

Ziva laughed, "I've been spotting."

"You do know you can spot and still be pregnant, right?"

Ziva squinted hard towards Sophie.

Tony and Vincenzo were flopped down in front of the television watching football, "You know, the Lions don't suck as much as they use to."

"It's only the first half, give 'em time!" Vincenzo laughed and took a sip of his wine, "Have you tried the pancetta wrapped rabbit loin?" He asked, holding up a plate.

"Hmm?" Tony grunted, his eyes shifted to Vincenzo seeing the deliciously looking meat treats. He leaned up, taking one from the plate, popping it into his mouth, "Will you adopt me?"

Vincenzo let out a deep laugh, giving Tony a huge slap on the back.

Tony took three more from the plate, "If you won't adopt me, I'm taking Aunt Sophie home with me!"

"HAHA! I don't think so, but if you ask her, she might give you the recipe."

A loud crash came from the kitchen, making Tony leap to his feet. He hurried into kitchen seeing Ziva laying on the ground, "What happened?" He asked in a panic, dropping to his knee next to her.

"She fainted." Sophie said.

"Fainted?" Tony repeated, sliding his hand under the back of Ziva's head, "Ziva? Why?"

"I told her you weighed 9 pounds, 8 ounches at birth."

"Huh? Why would that make her faint?"

"Oh, I don't know, the thought of pushing something that HUGE out of your body, it can be very scary."

"Wait. Are you saying what I think you're saying, because if you're saying that and I think maybe you are...then I, uhhhh...but she t-told me...wait, I'm gonna be...are you sure?" Tony rambled through his confusion.

Ziva's head turned in Tony's hand, her eyelids flickered as she looked up at him, "W-what happened?"

"You fainted, dear." Sophie said.

Tony helped Ziva sit up, smiling at her, "You're really pregnant?" Ziva started to lay back down, "Are you okay?"

"I just need a minute." After a few seconds Ziva reached up, pulling down Tony by his tie, kissing him. She licked her lips and kissed him again, "What did you eat? It's delicious."

Tony laughed, kissing her.

Tony and Ziva were laying in bed, her back to him, his hand wrapped around her body, resting on her stomach. She moved her hand to his, covering it, "Tony."

"I know, you might not be pregnant."

"Just do not get too excited, yet, the last thing I want you to do is look down on me if I'm not."

Tony leaned back, pushing her down to her back, "Why would I do that?"

"I had a miscarriage about two months ago."

Tony moved his hand to Ziva's face, caressing it gently, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I saw how much you wanted to be a father and I just couldn't do that to you, I knew it would be..." Ziva began to cry.

"Shhh, no, I wanna know, I wanna be there for you." He kissed her sweetly on the lips, "You're going to be a great mother, you know that, right?"

Ziva's closed her eyes, pushing the tears further down her cheeks and almost immediately, Tony wiped them away and replaced them with kisses.

"Tony, Ziva." Sophie called out, "There's someone here who wants to say hello."

Tony turned over, looking towards the door. Ziva placed her hand on his chest, "I'll be right there."

"You sure?" Tony asked.

"Yeah." Ziva smiled, giving him a kiss. Tony pulled away from her, moving out the door. She got up and moved into the bathroom and splashed water onto her face. She let out a deep sigh, "You look like harah." She declared, dapping her face dry on a towel. She laid the towel on the towel rack and moved out into the living room.

"ZIVAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" A grinning Sarah yelled, running over to Ziva, hugging her tightly around the legs.

Tony and Savannah looked on as Ziva dropped to her knees, hugging Sarah.

The six of them sat around a large dinner table feasting on Thanksgiving dinner, talking, laughing, having a great time, "Oh, Anthony, I have something for you." Vincenzo stated, leaving the dining room.

"After you eat, Vinny." Sophie urged, "It's gonna get cold."

Vincenzo came back holding a large poster board, "I hope you like it."

"What is it?" Tony asked.

Vincenzo lifted the poster board and turned it around, "See, there's me, the good looking one and your dad and there's the shark and there's you, sitting in the corner on the verge of pu..."

"Vincenzo, we're eating!"

Tony laughed hard, harder and longer than he's laughed in some time. He stood up, moving over to his uncle, taking the enlarged photo from him, "I love it." He wrapped his arms around Vincenzo, hugging him.

"Good."

"Thanks." Tony gulped hard, "I needed that."

Ziva hugged Sarah through the car door window, she pulled back and waved as the car drove off. She turned, walking over to Vincenzo and Sophie, getting a hug from both. Sophie handed her a piece of paper before Ziva made her over to the car, getting inside. Tony was already in the driver's seat, "What's that?"

"Her Bugs and Porky recipe."

"Heh. Th-th-th-th-that's all folks!"

Author Note #1 - I love Earth, it's where I keep all my stuff!