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
"What is that?" McGee asked, listening to his surroundings. Gibbs and Tony listened too. A smile broke out on Tony's face as he realized that it was his wife's piano. The trio had just come back from lunch at Burger King and was walking up the walkway to the front door.
"It's Ziva and maybe Caleb." He told them. They walked into the house. Gibbs and McGee followed Tony up the stairs where they saw Abby and Jenny looking over the banister. Jenny looked over once they reached the top of the stairs. A smile danced on her lips.
"Jethro, just in time to hear more."
"Of what?" He asked as he stepped beside her, McGee doing the same over by Abby.
"Ziva and Caleb playing the piano, of course." Jenny sat in on of the over-stuffed chairs that were by the banister. Gibbs, McGee, and Abby did the same while Tony reminded standing. The house was suddenly quite as Fur Elise came to an end. Ziva and Caleb looked up over their shoulders and at the audience they had attracted.
"Trouble by Coldplay." Jenny said. Nodding both turned their heads back down to the piano. The tune was sadder without the lyrics, but the same peaceful atmosphere had fallen upon them. What shocked them, though, was that Ziva and Caleb were playing it together, as if they were one being. It was a sight to behold. A couple of minutes later and the song had come to an end. The pianist and her apprentice stood and took a bow, for the sake of their family, who clapped. The small group that was upstairs came down and met Ziva, who was holding Caleb's hand, at the door. Jenny and Abby gave Ziva and Caleb a hug and left taking their protesting men with them, leaving the family of three- soon to be four, alone. Tony knelt down and talked to Caleb.
"Hey Buddy, why don't you go play in your room, so Mommie and I can talk. Okay?" Caleb looked at Tony as if he was a stranger, than looked up at Ziva. She nodded.
"It is okay, Baby. Go on, we will be up there in a little bit." Caleb looked hesitant, but left when Ziva kissed his head in reassurance. Tony and Ziva walked into the kitchen and sat at the island.
"So…Rules? Do we really need them?" Tony started.
"Yes. Rule one: No Sex or kissing-"
"Not even kissing? I mean, I understand the sex part, but no kissing?"
"Yes Tony. With us kissing will lead to sex. Now, rule two: No more calling Caleb a brat. He is not nor will he ever be a brat." Tony nodded, ashamed that he called his son that in a hurtful manner.
"Rule three: No more women, you understand me? The first woman in this house that is not family; I will kick their asses and take Caleb. You will never see us again. Rule four: You have to help around the house. That means cooking, cleaning, and fixing things."
"That's it?"
"And stay out of the piano room." She added. Tony nodded and they shook hands on it.
"This is going to be fun." He told her confidently.
"This is going to be hell."
TBC…
A/N: Do you like it? I had to throw in that one, so Tony and them could hear it. Isn't Caleb just so talented? Okay, I would hope you know what to do. Review, please!