A/N: So I think some people were confused, but none of the drabbles from the first section and none of the drabbles from this section are related in any way. Thanks for reading.
~*Always Suspect the Wife*~
"McGoo!" Tony said as he saw the empty napkin on his desk. "Where's my donut?"
"I don't know, Tony." McGee said not looking up from his computer.
"How do you not know?" Tony asked. "Someone went over to my desk and stole my breakfast. How did you not notice that?"
"I don't know, several people have been at your desk dropping off and taking files." McGee shrugged finally looking at the Italian. "You know, the normal."
"Was Ziva one of them?" Tony asked noticing his partner's empty desk.
"Yeah, why?"
"Always suspect the wife, McGee." Tony said as he stepped closer to Ziva's desk looking for any trace of his donut.
"She's not your wife." McGee laughed and Tony just turned and smirked at him. "She's not right?"
"Who is not right?" Ziva asked startling Tony. "And what are you doing at my desk?"
"You stole my donut." Tony said as he turned and leaned against her desk.
"Did I?" Ziva asked as she stepped between Tony's legs. "Where's your evidence?"
"Still investigating." Tony said and licked his licked his lower lip slowly.
"Well let me know if there is anything I can do to help." Ziva laughed as she watched Tony's eyes dart between her lips and her eyes.
"I think there is something." Tony said as he laced his left hand in her hair and brought her mouth to his.
"Whoa." McGee said as he stood from his desk and watched Ziva nip at Tony' bottom lip until he opened his mouth. "Gross." McGee said as he watched Tony's tongue swoop into Ziva's mouth. "Seriously?"
"McGee." Gibbs said as he entered the squad room and stood next to McGee. "The hell?"
"Uh." McGee started looking at Gibbs. "No idea, Boss."
"Yo!" Gibbs said and Tony and Ziva slowly pulled apart.
"Raspberry." Tony said and Ziva smirked. "See, always suspect the wife McGee."
"She's not your wife." McGee repeated.
"Wait." Gibbs said and the three agents shut up. "What?"
"Nothing." Tony and Ziva laughed as they returned to their work.
~*Getting Away with It*~
"Mommy?" Nolan asked as he climbed into his mother's side of the bed and laid next to his father.
"Yes sweetie?" Ziva answered from the bathroom as she straightened her hair.
"Where was this picture?" He asked with a yawn as his father rolled off his stomach and kissed his cheek. He was referring to the picture that was resting on his father's nightstand.
"Paris." Ziva said as she watched her husband and son snuggle.
"Why?" Nolan asked as he played with the front his father's shirt.
"Ask your father, he took it." Ziva laughed and watched as Nolan straddled his father's chest.
"Daddy?" Nolan asked and he groaned under his son's weight.
"Yeah?" Tony asked removing his son's knee from his ribs.
"Why'd you take that picture of Mommy?" he asked as he waited for Tony' eyes to open and question which picture he was talking about.
"'cause she looked pretty." Tony said with a yawn as he nudged Nolan so he would lay on his chest and pulled the covers over them.
"She always looks pretty." Nolan countered as he nuzzled his head under Tony's neck.
"That she does." Tony smiled and kissed his son's light brown hair.
"So why aren't you taking pictures all the time?"
"Because she would kill me." Tony laughed as he softly stroked the back of his son's neck trying to lull him to sleep.
"This is true." Ziva said from the bathroom as she watched Tony and Nolan.
"Then why did you take that one?"
"Because I could get away with it." Tony joked as he watched his wife move about the bathroom laughing at them.
"Hm." Was the only response he got from his now sleeping son.
~*Post Jurisdiction*~
"Doesn't that bother you?" The CGIS lady asked as her and Gibbs came down the stairs from the Director's office.
"Them?" Gibbs laughed as he saw Ziva and Tony inches from each other watching the plasma. "No."
"Why? They seem pretty close."
"They're too stupid to do anything about it though." Gibbs laughed as he watched Tony block Ziva from getting any popcorn and left for the night.
"Tony, let me have some." Ziva complained as Tony kept pushing her hand away.
"No." Tony said moving the bowl across his body.
"Why are you being so childish?" Ziva asked as she sipped on her soda and laid her hand on Tony's upper thigh instead of reaching for the bowl.
"I'm not being childish." Tony said with a waver in his voice as he glanced at where her hand was resting.
"Then let me have some popcorn."
"Not until you admit we're friends." Tony said and she scrunched her face up.
"Fine, we can be friends." Ziva said as moved her hand towards his inner thigh causing his breath to hitch. "Now give me the popcorn."
"Okay." Tony caved and moved the popcorn towards her.
"Thanks friend." Ziva smirked and pinched his inner thigh causing him to yelp.
"Jeez woman." Tony said rubbing the spot. "I don't think we can be friends any more."
"Fine with me." Ziva said as she munched on the popcorn.
"Just like that?" Tony asked slightly stunned and paused the movie.
"Just like what?" Ziva asked confused.
"You won't be my friend?"
"You just said we were not friends."
"And you said it was fine."
"You are crazy and I just want to watch the movie."
"Why am I crazy?" Tony asked turning their chairs towards each other and placing his feet on her lap.
"You are making yourself quite vulnerable to an attack." Ziva laughed and Tony quickly put his feet back on the floor not wanting Ziva to hurt his manhood. "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Okay, can we put the movie back on now?" Ziva asked as she turned their chairs back towards the screen.
"No." Tony said drinking his soda.
"Fine." Ziva huffed and kissed his cheek. "You are not my friend, Tony, you are my best friend." She said and laughed at the idiot grin plastered on his face. "Now put the movie back on."
"Sure thing." Tony said and turned the film back on and leaned over and kissed her cheek, surprising her. "Right back attcha Probette."
~*Damn Dog*~
"Ziva?" Tony asked as he entered their bedroom and angrily threw his socks at the hamper.
"Yeah?" Ziva laughed as she put her book down and watched her husband strip down to his boxers then head into the bathroom to brush his teeth.
"Why did we get that damn dog again?" Tony asked flipping the light off and climbing under the covers.
"Because we love our daughter." Ziva said as she kissed him lightly. "And what did that damn dog do?"
"He peed on the floor again." Tony grumbled. "And if it's our daughter's dog, why doesn't our daughter clean it up?"
"Because our daughter is four." Ziva said. "Why didn't you tell me? I would have cleaned it."
"I know." Tony said with a yawn. "But that dog, I'm tellin' ya he has it out for me."
"Maybe because you keep calling her a he." Ziva laughed as she rested her head on his shoulder and played with his chest hair.
"It's a girl?" Tony asked.
"Yes, Tony."
"Fine, then she has it out for me." Tony said wrapping his arms around her waist.
"And why do you think that?"
"I just know it." Tony said as he looked towards the doorway and could see the dog staring at him. "See, right there!" Tony yelled as he sat up and practically flung Ziva off him.
"You are a maniac." Ziva said seeing the empty doorway.
"I am not, the dog was staring at me." Tony said as Ziva laughed back in the bed.
"Sure she was."
"Ziva, I'm telling you, the dog was watching us."
"Let her watch, Tony." Ziva laughed as she flicked her bedside lamp off. "Nothing particularly interesting is going to happen tonight."
"So we're not gonna have sex?" Tony pouted.
"No, not tonight." Ziva smiled as she snuggled against him. "Tonight we're just gonna snuggle."
~*Scared*~
"Tony?" McGee asked as he sat across from the senior field agent.
"Yeah?" Tony asked paying attention to his phone.
"How did you know it was the right time to propose to Ziva?" he questioned and Tony flipped his phone shut with a smirk.
"Why? You thinking about proposing to my girl?" Tony joked.
"No. Come'on, Tony, seriously."
"I dunno, Tim." Tony said removing his napkin from his lap and putting it on the table. "I had been thinking about asking her to move in with me for awhile. But really what's the difference between moving in and getting married? She already practically lived at my place."
"So you just asked her?" McGee asked slightly shocked. "Just like that?"
"Just like that." Tony shrugged. "I got a ring and I asked her."
"Well, weren't you scared?"
"Scared?" Tony laughed. "No, I knew what I wanted." He said and thought for a second. "I guess the rejection part, that was scary."
"But she didn't reject you."
"No, she didn't." Tony laughed as he twisted his wedding band.
"How'd you do it?" McGee asked, excited he could have such a serious conversation with Tony but when he saw the grin on Tony's face he quickly rephrased his question. "How did you ask her?"
"I never really asked." Tony smiled. "She was sleeping and I just slipped it on her finger and went to get my shower."
"That's it?"
"Yeah, and now that I think about it. She never actually said yes." Tony said with a serious look on his face.
"What?" McGee asked.
"She never said yes, or any type of verbal confirmation. She just got in the shower with me and well that's nothing your virgin ears need to hear." Tony smirked as he sipped his drink.
"Amazing that she married you." McGee laughed.
"Tell me about it."
~*New and Old*~
"Abby, thanks for watching him." Ziva said as she took her son from Abby.
"No problem." Abby smiled as she ruffled the little boy's blonde hair. "He's so sweet."
"I know." Ziva said as she kissed her son's cheek.
"Bye Wyatt." Abby said as Ziva made her way to the door with the babbling baby.
"Did you have a fun time with your Aunt Abby?" Ziva asked as looked down at her son and his green eyes were investigating the small space of the elevator. "See anything?"
"Ahgoo." Wyatt squealed as they stepped off the elevator and Ziva saw a familiar woman standing in the middle of the empty squad room.
"Can I help you?" Ziva asked hesitantly as she shifted her now quiet son.
"I'm looking for Tony." she said softly as she stared at the baby in Ziva's arms. "Is he around?"
"He's grabbing lunch." Ziva said as she removed Wyatt's hand from her hair. "Is there something I can help you with?"
"No," She said with a sweet smile as she looked between Wyatt and his mother. "What's his name?"
"Wyatt." Ziva smiled as her son looked up at her recognizing his name.
"Mama." He smiled as sucked on his fingers and rested his head on Ziva's shoulder.
"He's beautiful." She smiled and looked over when she heard the elevator ding.
"Zi, they didn't have a cheesesteak so I just got you a hamburg-shit." Tony said as he looked up and saw the two women standing the squad room. "Jeanne, what's up?" Tony asked nervously as he looked between his partner and ex-girlfriend.
"Hi Tony." Jeanne said as she shifted her weight. "I was just talking with your…"
"Wife slash partner." Tony smiled as he took Wyatt from Ziva. "This is our son Wyatt."
"I noticed." Jeanne laughed as Wyatt immediately grabbed a hold of his father's shirt.
"I'm heading down to Abby's." Ziva said as she made way for the elevator before either of them could stop her.
"So you're married with a baby?"
"Yeah, this is my boy." Tony smiled as he moved Wyatt higher so his face was closer to his. Wyatt giggled and placed a sloppy kiss to his father's cheek. "How are you doing?"
"Good." Jeanne shrugged. "I was in town, I figured I'd stop by."
"Yeah." Tony smiled having already noticed the engagement ring on Jeanne's finger.
"Dada nap." Wyatt requested as he fidgeted in his father's arms.
"Okay." Tony laughed as arranged the toddler so he was holding him with both arms and Wyatt's head was resting above his heart.
"Wow." Jeanne smiled. "A toddler that wants to take a nap."
"Well he is a DiNozzo, so sleep is naturally one of his three favorite things." Tony grinned proudly as he looked down at his son. "I'm glad to see you're doing well."
"You too." Jeanne said as she moved past Tony towards the elevator. "Congratulations on your wife and child."
"Thanks." Tony said with a nod and Jeanne smiled and made her way to the elevator. "Jeanne. I'm sorry, for everything."
"I know." She said and disappeared behind the metal doors.
"Wyatt, you just wait 'till you're old enough for all the drama that comes with women." Tony told his sleepy son who mumbled something into his shirt.
"Do not blame women, Tony, it is the men that bring the drama." Ziva said as she walked up to her husband and kissed Wyatt's hair and Tony's lips.
"Of course you think that, you're a woman." Tony said with a smirk.
"I'm glad you noticed." Ziva smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again, careful of their sleeping child.
"Trust me. I noticed."