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

Week 20, Thursday

The past couple weeks flew by in a fun blur. Tony and Ziva were getting along slightly better, but Tony and Caleb still didn't see eye to eye. Abby and Jenny went to Ziva's house as often as they could. Ziva noticed this and asked if they wanted a room. Abby laughed and told her that, that wasn't necessary, that they had rooms at their own houses. Gibbs even came over at least once a week. Suspiciously, though, around the time when Ziva and Caleb played piano. It was Thursday morning, ten o'clock, and the DiNozzo-David's had yet to show up at work.

"Shepard…Are you okay?...Of course…I'll be by later to check up on you three…Yes, I'll tell him…Tell them to get better…Love you too, Zi…Bye." Jenny called Cynthia to ask her to tell Gibbs to come up. Minutes later an angry Gibbs came stomping into the room.

"What?"

"Hello to you too, Jethro." He let out an angry sigh.

"DiNozzo and David aren't here yet."

"I know. Ziva just called. Tony and Caleb are sick, she needs to stay and take care of them. I'll be stopping by there later, if you want to come and yell at her. Though I think taking care of two sick people is punishment enough." Gibbs grunted in response and left the room. Hours later Jenny and Gibbs knocked on their house front door. They heard shuffling coming from within and Ziva answered the door. Jenny gasped. Ziva stood there in a white tank top, the waist stretching around her pregnant belly. Her bottoms were blue boxers with lines through them and they went mid-thigh.

In her arms, hanging there like a lifeless doll was Caleb, only wearing a pair of boxer's him-self that looked exactly like Ziva's. His face was buried in her neck and his left leg held up by his mother's belly while his right leg dangled beneath him. Both were sweating, looking feverish and like they might drop at any given moment. Jenny, being ever the mother, put her hand on Ziva's forehead. It was burning and Ziva leaned into the cool hand. After a moment, Ziva moved Jenny's hand to Caleb's face, who leaned into it just like his mother.

"You two are running fevers!"

"How long have you been on your feet, Ziver?" Gibbs asked and she closed her eyes in concentration.

"Since I called Jenny."

"That's all day!" Jenny exclaimed.

"Sorry," Jenny said when Ziva grabbed her head.

"Come on; let's get you two to bed." Gibbs said pushing her toward the stairs. Ziva shook her head.

"I do not think I could make it." As soon as the words felt her mouth, Jenny plucked Caleb from Ziva's arms and Gibbs picked up Ziva with a grunt.

"What are you doing?" Ziva asked but rested her head on his chest.

"Getting you two up the stairs. Damn flu." Jenny muttered. Gibbs and Jenny walked into their bedroom. The curtains were drawn making the room dark, and the room was warm and stuffy. Now that they thought about it, the whole house was like that. Ziva's hand suddenly shot out and a light turned on. On the bed Tony groaned. He too was in boxers but they were plaid and green. He looked just as bad as the other two, if not worse. Gibbs walked over to the left side of the bed and gently put Ziva in it. Jenny placed Caleb right between Ziva and Tony, but he idiomatically pushed him-self against Ziva, who wrapped her arm around him. Jenny pulled the comforter up to all three of their chins.

"Well looks like we're staying."

"I know. Can't leave them alone like this." The 'parents' walked down the stairs, Jenny headed straight for the kitchen to make them something to eat and Gibbs to the bookroom. Jenny found a couple cans of chicken noodle soup. She opened them up and poured them into a big pan, and then she turned the burner on low. She went to Gibbs who stood at one book-shelf.

"Whatcha looking for?" He gave her a side glance and than looked back at the books.

"Just seeing what they have." Was his simple reply. A half an hour later Jenny with one bowl and Gibbs with two, walked into their 'children's' room. Jenny flipped the switch and simultaneously three moans rang out.

"Tuwn the wight opp." It was Tony who said this and the other two just nodded. Ziva pulled the blanket over her head.

"No can do. You three have to eat. Up an' atom." No movement was detected on the bed. Jenny, with an irritated sigh, ripped the covers off them. Ziva sucked in a breath of air as the cold hit her skin.

"Cold." She turned on her side pulling Caleb to her for warmth as he did the same. Tony just rolled into them, providing more heat. Eventually, Jenny and Gibbs got them to eat and put them back to bed. Jenny and Gibbs sat in the sofa in the room. Neither knew what happened, one second they were softly talking and the next their lips were attached to the others. A giggle and two groans came from the bed.

"Can you not do that in our room?" Ziva asked.

"Thewe is a guest woom, you know?" Jenny and Gibbs shared a look and walked to the purple guest room.

"Ew! Bossman and Bosswoman are boing to hab sex in our house!" Tony shouted.

"Mommie wha's sex?"

Saturday

"Must you keep staring?" Ziva, Abby and Caleb were driving to Ari and Kate's as they usually did on Saturday's. For the past ten minutes Abby was staring at Ziva and it was starting to annoy her.

"I just don't understand how you did it."

"Do…What?"

"Get away with being pregnant without us knowing."

"Oh. That. I was wondering how long it would take one of you to ask."

"So?" Abby prompted.

"When I came 'looking' for Ari, Tony and I had a…what do you call it? Oh yes, a one night stand. When I went back to Israel, weeks later I found out I was expecting. My father found out too and demanded to know who the father was. I told him reluctantly and he made me go back. You see, my father was not that great to us, but he told me he wanted to make up for that with his grandchildren. He did not want them joining Mossad. Father threatened Tony and we got married. You all did not like me at the time, so hiding it was not hard. You did not like to look at me, but when I was around my fifth month, Father 'called me back'. I spent all maternity in the house. The piano, bookroom and weapon room were the only thing that kept me sane."

"See, now that explains everything!"

TBC…

A/N: Okay, I know this is a bit short (Not to mention pointless), but I'm working on it. There is a poll going on, on my profile. Please, PLEASE! Go and vote. It would mean the world to me! And your reviews of course. Oh and Caleb can't say the 'C' in 'Uncle' because I messed up and thought I would just go with it. And if you have anymore questions regarding the story, just ask. I will either: PM you telling you, write the answer in the author's note or write the explanation in the story. Thank you for your time and review please.