Amit Hadar was standing next to the bed in the guest room, digging into his duffelbag. A small knock made him turn his head, seeing Ziva in the doorway. He quickly zipped up his bag, "Yes?"

"Aunt Nettie is chatting with Tony."

"Good, I think I will go join them, get to know him a little better."

Ziva extended her arm, blocking the doorway, "Why are you here?"

"As Nettie told y..."

"No." Ziva shook her head, "I did not tell you I was pregnant and I did not tell Aunt Nettie and I sure as hell did not tell my father, so I ask again, why are you here?" Ziva asked again, but with much more force.

Amit was silent.

"What's in the bag?"

Again, Amit was silent.

Ziva forced her way past Amit, moving over to the bed, she aggressively unzipped his bag, dumping the contents onto the bed. A large pile of weapons and money was now spread out across the bed. She shook her head in disgust and made her way back to the doorway, "Get out of my house."

Amit grabbed Ziva's arm, "Ziva..." He attempted to explain.

Ziva spun around, "Do not make me tell you again."

"Your father sent me, but Nettie does not know." Amit admitted.

"Why? To kill my husband?"

"What?" Amit shook his head at the mere thought of her comment, "No. He actually likes your husband, respects him."

Ziva slightly tilted her head to the side, squinting hard at her uncle.

"It's true. Your father liked that he protected you, that he was willing to do whatever it took, even if it was against one of the most powerful men in the world."

"Then what is this all about?"

"Kort."

"No." Ziva stepped through the door, but quickly stepped back into the room, "He's dead."

"No, Ziva. He blew up a building in Fiji, killing two and wounding three, Mossad and Vance have been looking for him since the incident."

"Why?"

"You know why, Ziva."

"And you think he's going to come after us now?"

"Anything is possible and with you pregnant now, you need all the protection you can get."

"We do not need you here, if he comes, he comes."

"Ziva, you DO need me."

"No, I need my husband and he is quite capable of protecting me."

Amit sighed deeply..."Ziva..."

"You and Aunt Nettie may stay for the weekend, but after that, you must go." Ziva stated and left the room, walking into the living room where Tony and Nettie were laughing, looking at photographs.

"It's true!" Nettie said with a smile.

"What is true?" Ziva asked.

"That your Ima was flat chested before she had you, but afterwards..."

"Aunt Nettie!" Ziva shouted with a hint of embarrassment.

"Look at that smile." Nettie point at a smiling Tony, "He loves them no matter what."

Ziva rolled her eyes, making her way over to them, "No more discussing my boobs, please."

Tony lifted a photograph letting Ziva see it, "This one is my favorite." He declared with a smile.

Ziva just stared at it, fighting back tears, it was of her when she was 4 years old with her pregnant mother. She reached out, taking the photo from Tony.

"You look just like her." Tony smiled.

Ziva smiled as tears started to trickle down her face, "I miss them."

"May I have a word with Ziva in private?" Nettie asked, leaning over to Tony, giving him a peck on the cheek.

Tony nodded and stood up, kissing Ziva on the top of the head before leaving the room.

Nettie smiled watching Tony leaving, "Why did you not tell me you were pregnant?"

"It is not you, I did not want my father..."

Nettie scooted down the down, moving closer to Ziva, taking a hold of her hand, "Ziva, we are family, no matter how much we trouble you and why have you not introduced me to Tony yet? He is adorkable."

Ziva snorted, "I think you mean adorable."

"What did I say?"

Ziva laughed, finally starting to understand the whole lost in translation thing, "Do you think my mother would be proud of me?"

Nettie squeezed Ziva's hand, "Of course she would be, what mother wouldn't?" She leaned in, kissing Ziva on the temple, "May I make one suggestion?"

"About?"

"Get out, get as far away as you can from this all."

"What do you mean?"

"Your mother's loyalty to Mossad got her killed, it is reason I got out, I pray you do to."

"I am no longer Mossad, Aunt Nettie."

"No, but you are still a soldier in someone's army...I beg you, don't be." Nettie said.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, Tony and Ziva walked out of elevator and made their way into the forensics lab.

"Surprise!" Abby yelled at the top of her lungs as she, Gibbs, McGee, Ducky and Palmer all stood under the window, she clicked her remote, a "Happy Baby Shower!" banner fell from the ceiling, it was decorated with little blue male and pink female gender symbols.

Ziva smiled as Tony stood behind her, he gently wrapped his arms around her around the waist, pressing his lips against the back of her head, "Is there cake?"

Abby laughed, "Pay up, McGee!"

"Ugh." McGee groaned, pulling a twenty dollar bill from his pocket and handing it to Abby.

"Never underestimate the power of cake and a pregnant woman, Timmy!" Abby grinned. She quickly turned around, grabbing a roughly wrapped present holding it out towards Ziva, "I hope you like it." Ziva took the present and quickly opened it, revealing a pink plush farting hippo doll. She squeezed it and it farted, making her laugh, "I hope it's the right color, it's a girl right?"

Ziva smiled, "Still not telling."

"Damn..." Abby frowned, "Gibbs!"

Gibbs chuckled, "Ain't happenin', Abs." Making Abby frown more.

"Jimmy, if you would, Lad." Ducky spoke up. Palmer walked into the Abby's lab, coming out seconds later pushing a stroller, "From all of us."

"Thank you very much." A humbled Ziva voiced.

"And here." Gibbs held out a dirty napkin to them.

Tony took the napkin from Gibbs, "A dirty napkin, Boss?"

"Read it, DiNozzo."

"Oh." Tony flipped it over and read, "IOU one crib." He smiled, "Thanks, Gibbs."

Ziva began to look around.

"What is it?" Abby asked.

"There is cake..." Ziva grinned, "...yes?"

Hetty was sitting at her desk when there was a knock at the door, "Come in."

Ziva walked in, carrying a piece of cake. She placed it on Hetty's desk, "I thought you might like a piece."

Hetty smiled up at Ziva, "Thank you, Mrs. DiNozzo." She reached over, picking up a file, she rose from her chair, moving over to the door, closing it, "I was surprised when I found your resignation on my desk this morning."

"It is for the best, for me and my family."

"Maybe...but I might have a better solution."

Author Note #1 - Mrs. DiNozzo sounds so damn awesome, doesn't it?

Author Note #2 - CAKE!