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 25, Monday
Tony walked into the bullpen, nearly an hour late. He looked toward Ziva's desk. She wasn't there, but her computer was on, meaning she was in the building.
"They're with Abby." Gibbs informed him, walking to his desk, coffee cup in hand.
"'They're'?" Tony repeated in a question.
"Caleb and Ziva, DiNozzo." Tony nodded his head and sat down, thinking he got off chalk free.
"Why so late, DiNozzo?" Gibbs asked, his eyes never leaving the computer screen in front of him.
"Well you see Boss, it's really quite funny-"
"I'm not laughing."
"Won't happen again." Minutes passed before Gibbs' cell rang.
"Yeah, Gibbs." McGee and Tony sat at the edge of their seats, hoping for a case. It's been pretty slow the past few weeks and they were bored out of their minds. Gibbs hung up the phone and made his way up to the catwalk, to the Director's office.
"No case?" McGee yelled up.
"No case." Gibbs confirmed never turning around.
"What are we suppose to do? We finished our paperwork last week." McGee said.
"Well McWriter-"
"Okay, I get it. Write my book." McGee walked to the elevator and hit the open button. A couple seconds later it opened with a hiss. He got in, hitting Abby's floor, and it lit up. Just as the doors were almost closed, Tony's hand slipped in and than the rest of his body. He grinned at the scowl McGee gave him.
"You have been around Ziva to much, McFrown." Finally they reached the destined floor and got off, both heading for the lab. Before they got in they heard voice. Tony pulled McGee's arm, pulling his whole body back.
"Wha-" Tony covered his mouth with his hand, shutting him up. Tony got close to the room, without being in there he could still hear them.
"Tony! We can't-" Tony turned and shushed him and turned back around.
"I do not know Abby. I mean this is a bit drastic." They heard Ziva say. A huff was heard.
"Please, Ziva. I know what I'm doing."
"Abby. Do you not think he is going to scare children with that?"
"That's the point! It's Halloween! Kids get dressed up to scare other kids. Caleb looks scary-tastic!" Both boys poked their heads around the corner, curiosity getting the better of them. The two women stood there looking at Caleb. Abby was dressed in her usual black shirt that read 'Cruel' on it and black skinny jeans, her chains and platform boots ever present. Ziva was in her maternity wear. She managed to find cargo pants and was wearing a long sleeved black shirt that dipped slightly at her chest. Strings went just below her breasts and tied in the back. Her seven month pregnant belly showing. Caleb stood on a table so his mother and aunt could see him better. He was dressed up in a Harley-Davidson toddler black jacket with black faux leather with a front zipper, decorative shoulder straps, and an attached belt that held up his dark blue jeans and had small black shades over his eyes. Ziva sighed.
"Okay, but if any parents come complaining, I am sending them your number." Abby jumped in glee and picked Caleb up and spun his around.
"See, told you kid. Never underestimate your Auntie Abby!"
Tuesday
"Mommie, can we go see Auntie Jenny?" Caleb sat on her lap playing a little kids game on her computer.
"Not right now Little Man. She is talking to Sabba." Caleb's face lit up.
"Sabba is hewe?" He asked excitedly. Ziva shook her head; she felt a pang in her chest when his smile dropped.
"He is on a camera so we can see him here, even though he is back in Israel."
"Mommie, how come Sabba does not come to see us?" She kissed his cheek.
"Because Sabba had to work, Baby. If he did not, I bet he would be over here all the time to see you."
"Really?"
"Really."
Wednesday
"Mommie can I get a puppy?"
"No, baby."
"But Paul has one." Paul was Caleb's friend at daycare.
"Well you are not Paul."
"But Mommie-"
"No Caleb." Caleb glared at her and stomped out of the room. He was about to go up stairs when an evil grin came across his face. He walked to the TV room where his father sat.
"Papa?" Tony looked over at Caleb in surprise.
"Hey, Caleb. What's up?"
"Can I have a puppy?"
"A puppy? What did your mom say about this?"
"Tha' if it was alwight with you, I could get one."
"Than sure I don't see why not."
"Yay! Can we go now Papa? Just you and me?" Tony looked happy. His son wanted to spend time with him.
"Sure. Lemme tell your mom-"
"No! I mean, let us surprise her. Can we Papa?" Tony nodded. He grabbed the keys and took Caleb's hand in his own. When walking out the door he called over his shoulder.
"Me and Caleb are going out, Zi! See you later!" And they were gone. Hours later they came back with a puppy. A alapaha blue blood bulldog. They were good with children and loved people. The one they got was a girl, Caleb named her Cookie. She was white all over except her face. Half of it was brown and the other, white. Her eyes were a clear, steely blue color. Her tail waged in excitement.
"Ziva, we're home." Ziva walked into the room and her jaw dropped.
"What is that?"
"A dog. Caleb said you said it was okay."
"Caleb Ari David-DiNozzo!" Caleb and Tony's eyes widened. Ziva rarely full named him and when she did, it was usually for not listening to her.
"Up to your room. Take…"
"Cookie." Tony supplied.
"Take Cookie with you." Caleb, not wanting to be in the same room as his mad pregnant mother, ran his ass up the stairs, pulling Cookie with him.
"I told him 'no'. And you go and get him what he wanted!" Ziva wasted no time in yelling at him.
"I didn't know you said 'no' already. I wouldn't have gone behind your back like that Ziva. I think he played me." Ziva snorted.
"You think? You think? That boy had you wrapped around his tiny fingers.
"But look at how happy he looked? And I caused that. I made him smile and laugh. AND he even hugged me when we were at the pound. He hugged me." Tony whispered. Ziva looked at him, a tear rolling down her cheek.
"Oh Zi. I didn't mean to make you cry."
"Hormones." She said. "Fine he can keep 'Cookie', but you are going to take her for walks with Caleb. And you get to clean up, feed and give her water too." A few hours later, Caleb walked over to Tony, who was sitting down and kissed his cheek.
"Sowwy I got you in twouble with Mommie, Papa." Tony shook his head.
"It's okay, just no more of that okay. Me and Mommie don't like it." Caleb nodded.
Friday
"When do I go to school, Papa?" Caleb and Tony were on their and Cookie's walk.
"I don't know, Buddy. I think you should ask your mom."
"Okay…Papa?" Caleb looked up at Tony and Tony looked down to see him.
"Yeah?"
"How come you like TV so much?" Tony laughed.
"I don't know. Why do you like books so much?" Caleb answered without missing a beat.
"Because Mommie and I do it togethew."
"My mom and I use to watch TV together, too. Maybe that's why I like it. It reminds me of her."
"Can you tell me 'bout hew?"
"What do you want to know?"
"Was she nice?"
"Very. She would give you a bunch of presents." Tony smiled at the memory of his mother.
"Whewe is she?"
"She died along time ago."
"Just like Savta." Caleb said.
"Who?"
"Mommie's mommie." He said with a 'duh' look on his face.
"What happen to her?"
"Mommie said she was huwt very bad. Mommie was seven, when Savta died." The walked continued in silence. Later Ziva put Caleb in bed and made sure Cookie was under the blankets. She told a bedtime story.
"Love you, love you."
"Love you, love you too Baby. And you too Cookie." She kissed Caleb and walked out of the room after making sure the nightlight was on. Down stairs Tony waited for her.
"Ziva? What happen to your mom?" Ziva stiffened.
"What do you mean?"
"Caleb said she died when you were seven." Ziva plopped down next to him on the sofa.
"I guess since Caleb already spilled the seeds."
"Beans, Ziva." But she ignored him.
"My mom, she was beaten to death by Hamas."
"How did you know it was Hamas?"
"I saw it happen. My mother told me to hide with my sisters. I hid them and went back in time to see her being kicked around like a dog. A could not do anything, so I just watched. Eventually they shot her in the head." Tony's heart broke for his wife. Now he understood, she was seven when her mother was killed and she witnessed it. Sobs racked her body and she didn't fight when Tony wrapped him arms around her.
TBC…
A/N: Come on people! The poll is still open! Go and vote PLEASE! And you really need to review! I'm starting to think you guys aren't reading anymore. I'm losing my motivation. I might just stop the story. Or end it next chapter with:
("I hate you Tony! You murdered my son!"
"I don't care." And a bomb blew up the NCIS building killing everyone but Gibbs.)
But I don't want to do that. So please review. I need to know you are still reading!