Enemies in General
By tivamcabby5
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! Well, technically I own seasons 3-7 of NCIS on DVD and a few t-shirts and pins…but whatever.
Note: THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER. AKA the epilogue. Sorry it's taken me a while, but I wasn't sure where I wanted to go with this. Guess I figured it out!
Previous Chapter:
"Exactly." Gibbs moved towards the door. "I was wrong to make number twelve. I'm not going to be the one who makes you two miserable the rest of your lives because you can't be together. Just keep it out of the office."
"Wow, Boss," Tony said, breathless. "Thanks."
Gibbs nodded. "Take care of her, DiNozzo."
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Three years later…
Sitting in a hospital bed not far from where they had been three years earlier, Tony and Ziva DiNozzo held their eight-hour-old baby girl in their arms.
Her little lips puckered and she yawned as she closed her eyes. Ziva's hair was in a curly, messy bun and Tony hadn't shaved in two days, but Abby thought the new family was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
"Kailey Abigail. Isn't that the prettiest name, Timmy?" Abby said, smiling at her new husband. McGee had proposed at Tony and Ziva's wedding a year and a half ago, when Abby caught the bouquet and McGee caught the garter. Before Ziva had thrown the flowers, the ring had been safely tied to it and everyone had been in on it except Abby of course.
"Don't you think you're a little biased, Abs?" McGee asked, smiling at his coworkers.
"You're just jealous because they couldn't give her a middle name of Timothy," Abby pointed out. Tony and Ziva had given their baby the middle name Abigail in honor of Abby, who had been the one to deliver the news that, after months of trying, Ziva was pregnant. "Remember when I told them I had the blood test results back?" Ziva had wanted to be extra sure, so she had had Abby check first.
"Oh yeah…Tony was so nervous…I thought he was going to pee his pants."
Abby laughed. "And when I told Ziva they were pregnant, she started crying." She smiled at the memory and leaned her head on McGee's shoulder.
As Gibbs held his new granddaughter in his arms, he thought back to the last baby he had really, truly held like this: Kelly. Baby Kailey's name had been chosen to honor his daughter, who had been born almost thirty years ago.
A single tear that only Tony noticed slipped down Gibbs' face as he leaned in to kiss Kailey's head. Tony teared up at the sight of his usually gruff, unemotional boss being tamed by his new baby girl.
"Are you okay, Tony?" Ziva whispered, concerned.
"What? Oh, yeah, I'm fine, Zi." They looked over at Gibbs and Kailey. "I just can't believe she's ours."
Ziva smiled and kissed her husband. "Neither can I."
Two years after THAT…
Ziva snapped the photo of herself in the full-length mirror, then stepped on the scale. Recording her weight next to the date, she did not notice the creaking of the bathroom door opening.
The pitter-patter of little feet went across the tiled floor, and before long, Kailey had made her way to Ziva.
"Hi, honey," Ziva said, picking her daughter up and securing her to her hip. "Where's Daddy?"
"He sweepin'," Kailey said, yawning herself.
"Silly Daddy! It's not even his bed time yet!" Ziva said in mock amazement.
"Dat's wat I was sayin'!" Kailey said, shrugging her shoulders, making her chocolate ringlets bounce.
Ziva smiled and kissed her daughter's forehead. She was about to put her down when Kailey stopped her.
"Mama? Whas dat?" she asked, pointing to Ziva's very round stomach.
"That's your little brother, honey!"
"No, Mama!" Kailey said with a 'duh' look on her face. She shook her head. "Dat." She pointed to the four-inch scar on Ziva's abdomen from the explosion five years ago.
Ziva flashed back to the bomb, the pain, the surgery, the waking up…seeing Tony…She shook it off and composed herself for her little girl. "That," Ziva started, "is a story for when you are a little older." She tapped her finger on Kailey's nose and set her down on the floor. Ziva pulled her camisole back down over her stomach and took Kailey's pudgy little hand.
"It's time for you to go to bed, tateleh," Ziva said, letting the little girl lead the way.
"Mama.."
"Yes, Kailey?"
"Did you eat my bwother?"
Ziva laughed. "No…of course not, honey."
Kailey wrinkled her forehead. "Well den how did he get dere, Mama?"
Ziva shook her head, smiling. How was she going to explain this to a two-year-old?
After finally getting Kailey to fall asleep, Ziva waddled out into the living room, a sleeping Tony sitting on the couch with his head on the pillow next to him. She propped a pillow up against Tony's leg and lied down, balancing her new book on her stomach. She looked backwards at Tony's sleeping face and smiled, then peeked at the scar on her stomach again. Sighing at the memory, she opened her book to the next new chapter.
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*tateleh = little darling according to a couple of translating sites
A/N: Thanks for sticking with me! (for whoever who did)
This story (while going on for much longer than I had hoped) has been so fun to write and thanks for all of your support! This is the first multi-chapter fic I've ever finished, and it's kinda sad :(. But whatevs...thanks for reading! (and sorry if the Hebrew isn't right!)