A/N: I was thinking about writing it for awhile, so in my sick haze, I am finally doing it.
Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS; I do have rights to, Caleb.
Caleb Ari
Ziva sat in Jenny's office, Jenny right next to her and Caleb lay on his belly, coloring on some paper Jenny had given him.
"What did you tell Gibbs?" Jenny asked her best friend. Ziva just looked at her hands that rested in her lap. Sighing, Jenny stood up and walked over to her only nephew. Crouching down beside him, she looked at his picture. On the white piece of paper were two houses, a blue one and a red one. The blue one held three stick figures. What looked like a woman, a little boy and a baby. All three had happy faces.
In the red house, however, was a stick man with women all around him. They had no faces.
"Caleb what are you drawing?" Jenny asked with a frown. Caleb looked at her and back down at his picture.
"This is Mommie, me an' the new baby," he told her pointing at the blue house.
"And in here?" Jenny questioned, as she pointed to the opposite house. Caleb frowned.
"That is Papa and aw his giwl friends. I do not wan' them awound Mommie and baby, an' if Papa is not goin' to keep them away, I am." Ziva looked up and opened her arms.
"Come here, Baby." She whispered. Caleb stood up and walked into his mother's loving embrace. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she gently rocked them back and forth.
"You do not have to do that, My Little Man." She told him softly. Caleb shook his head in disagreement.
"Got to." Was all he said. Ziva squeezed him one more time before letting him go.
"You go and play with Auntie Jenny and I will be right back." Ziva kissed his forehead and stood up.
"Be good, Little Man. Can you do that? For me?" Caleb nodded his head vigorously. Ziva smiled a small smile before walking out of the room. She walked down the steps to the upper floor with grace and dignity, her face stoic. She strode over to Tony in time to see Gibbs slap him.
"In all the time you've been on my team, I never thought that was the kind of father you would turn out to be." The words broke her heart, but she needed to do this, no matter how much she loved Tony. This was for her son. Their son. She couldn't keep going on with this, not when it was hurting her child, her baby so much.
"Tony," her voice a lot calmer than she felt. "I want a divorce."
TBC…
A/N: The next chapter will explain a lot of things. Until tonight, my faithful reviewers.