"Leroy." Jackson Gibbs called down the stairs into the basement.
"What is it, Dad?" Gibbs replied.
Jackson moved down the stairs, "Do you need help with that?" He asked, seeing his son stacking lumber on a table made from two sawhorses and a large sheet of plywood.
"No, I'm good." Gibbs replied and continued to stack.
"Making another boat?"
"Nope." Gibbs answered, laying a couple more pieces of wood on the pile.
"Dinner's ready, if you got the time."
"Yeah." Gibbs said, wiping sweat from his brow, "I have about 7 months." He let out a small smile and moved over to his dad, putting his arm around his shoulder, "Are you ever going home?" He softly began to laugh.
"Watch it or I'll never leave." Jackson retorted.
Tony was laying on his side, asleep in bed. The bathroom door opened, Ziva turned off the light and walked out, closing the door behind her. She quietly moved to the bed, lifting her husband's arm and climbed in, wiggling herself back into his warm body. She lowered his arm around her waist and back into his loving embrace.
His grip tightened around her waist as he began to stir, "You okay?" He whispered, burying his face into the back of her hair, taking in her scent.
"Shhh, go back to sleep, I did not mean to wake you."
He moved to his mouth to her neck, kissing it gently, "Your tummy?"
She turned slightly towards him, "Just a little nauseous."
He turned away from her grabbing something from his nightstand, he wrestled with a package before turning back to her, "Here." He said, prompting himself up, placing the object in his mouth.
She squinted at the object, barely seeing it in the darkness, "What is it?"
He lowered his lips to hers, letting her take it before they kissed. He raised his head as she began to chew, "A cracker?"
"It'll help with the nausea." He replied, holding out the package to her.
"What, you're not gonna feed me?" She laughed.
He sat up, pushing himself back against the headboard. He patted his lap and she quickly straddled him, "Ziva want a cracker?" He joked.
She nodded with a laugh and ate the crackers one by one as he gave them to her.
"Hey, it's Friday, any ideas for date night?" He asked.
"I'd like Italian."
"You have Italian every night." He smirkingly quipped.
"I want real Italian, not just some Vienna sausage." She giggled between chews.
"Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch." He exclaimed through her giggles, "That hurts for a couple reasons: first of all, that's not even Italian and secondly, he can hear you!"
"Awwww, you and he both know that I love your EXTRA stuffed Italian sausage." She grinned and kissed him, "Forgive me?" She asked, bribing him with another kiss.
"Heh. Extra stuffed." He nodded and dug back into the plastic package, pulling out a cracker, "Last one." He stated, holding it out to her. She leaned forward, opening her mouth, taking his fingers into her mouth, sucking on them and not stopping, "Uhhhh, Ziva...heh...you know when you do that, uhhh, you, uhh..."
"I know." She acknowledged, freeing his fingers from her mouth after feeling his hardness pressing against her from below. She slid off his lap, sitting on her heels between his legs. She took a hold of him and looked into his eyes, "I have to apologize to him, now." She declared with a smile before lowering her head into his lap.
His head fell back, looking up at the ceiling, he smiled closing his eyes, "Best. Apology. Ever." He whispered to himself.
Hetty stood in MTAC, looking up at the big screen. Leon Vance popped up on the screen, "I heard you were the new Director of NCIS, congratulations on the promotion."
"Thank you, Leon...and the same can be said for your...equilateral move to...where are you again, Leon? The CIA?"
"That's classified, Hetty."
"Ahhh, yes, there are a lot of those jobs...what can NCIS do for you?"
"I need to speak with Agent DiNozzo."
"Which one?"
"Both actually." Leon turned, covering the mic with his hand and started talking to someone in the same room.
"No."
"Right, I'll send a car to bring them here."
"I said no, Leon."
"What? You can't say no."
"I just did. Goodbye, Leon." Hetty turned to leave.
"Hetty, don't turn your back on me." Vance raised his voice, but the video feed was cut and went blank.
Hetty walked over to first row of seats and sat down, "Melissa, could you get Gibbs and Ziva for me."
Melissa nodded, picking up a phone, "Right away, Ma'am."
"Hetty, Melissa, please." Hetty said, taking a sip of her tea.
Several minutes pass before Gibbs and Ziva walked through the door into MTAC, "You wanted to see us?" Gibbs asked, they moved down the small set of stairs.
"Yes, I've come to a decision about whether or not you will be remaining on Gibbs' team, Ziva." Which made Gibbs look at them both oddly, "Plus we have other things to discuss, so both of you...please sit."
Author Note #1 - Do we want more angst or just happiness?
Author Note #2 - And what should Ziva crave during her pregnancy?