She gets out of the passenger's seat of the vehicle. She slides open the door of the van. Tony pops out of the backseat. She rolls her eyes. A little boy comes out of the seat next to him. The driver of the vehicle climbs out. Jonah looks up at the two men. Ziva climbs into the third row of the vehicle. She unfastens the car seat in the back. The eighteen month old little girl leaps into her arms. She steps out of the van with the hazel eyed little girl with dark curls. Tony secures the Batman backpack on his son. Ziva kisses his cheek. Gibbs smiles at the little boy. He's got dark curly brown hair, and a pair of slate blue eyes. He wears a t-shirt with a picture of a boat on it. He wears a pair of blue shorts to match his navy blue t-shirt. Gibbs squats next to him.
"Who do you want to walk you in?"
The four year old looks at the crowd. Tony smiles at him. Gibbs squats next to him, waiting patiently. Ziva holds a squirmy toddler in her arms. The little girl reaches for Tony. Ziva lets her out of her arms, she lands on Tony's hip. He smiles widely.
"Mommy."
Ziva smiles, and reaches for his hand. They leave the van and walk towards the preschool class room. Ziva stops in the doorway of the classroom, after entering the building. She looks at her little boy.
"I love you."
"I love you too," he hugs her.
She kisses his cheek. "Jonah can I ask you something?"
"Yes," he nods.
"Why did you want me to walk you in?"
"I didn't want to have to pick between them. One of them would have been sad," he explains.
"I see. That is very thoughtful of you son."
"And, I only have one mommy," he points out.
"Have a good day."
"Okay. Who is picking me up?"
"Who do you want to pick you up?"
"I'm s'posed to go fishing after school," he reminds her.
"You are supposed to go fishing after school?"
"Yes ma'am," he nods.
"Then I will have Gibbs pick you up."
"Ok, but tomorrow I'm supposed to play baseball."
"You want Tony to pick you up tomorrow?"
"How did I get two dads?"
She shakes her head, "I guess that you must be a lucky boy."
"I should go."
"Ok," she nods, as he walks into the classroom.
When she reaches the van the baby is in her car seat. Gibbs is in the driver's seat, and Tony sits in the back with the baby. She climbs into the second row, and closes the door.
"What did he say?" Tony questions.
"He wants Gibbs to pick him up today," she reveals.
"Oh," Tony responds sounding heart broken.
"But he wants you to pick him up tomorrow."
"We're supposed to play baseball."
"Then I will pick up Isabella from daycare tomorrow."
"Does it ever occur to either of you how dysfunctional we are?" Tony wonders.
Ziva looks up at Gibbs, "No it has always felt like a family to me," Ziva admits.
Gibbs drops Ziva, and Tony off at the office. He parks the Honda van in the parking lot, and grabs his car. As he pulls out of the parking space he glances in the rearview mirror at the booster seat in the middle of the backseat of his classic American muscle car. He grins as he stops at the stop sign.
Tony and Ziva enter the squad room after another tearful goodbye at the daycare center downstairs. McGee looks up from his desk.
"You guys actually made it six minutes early today what happened?" McGee questions.
Ziva smiles at her husband, who sits across the room from her, "I handed him a tissue and told him to suck it up. He is a grown man, he shouldn't cry every time that we drop her off at daycare. I mean she is a year and a half old. Enough is enough."
"Did he cry at preschool drop off?" McGee wonders.
"He sat in the back of the van with a box of tissues."
Tony speaks up, "I wasn't crying. It was my allergies."
"Your allergies? To what dropping the kids off?" McGee responds.
"You know Isabella laughs at him now, when he starts to cry," Ziva smirks in satisfaction.
"My daughter called me a crybaby this morning," Tony adds.
McGee looks at Ziva wondering if this is another one of Tony's wild exaggerations, "Really?"
"I told her to tell him he was being a cry baby. I didn't know she would actually call him that," Ziva explains.
"My little girl stood there, and pointed at me. She looked so cute, and innocent with her little pink dress, and headband on. And then she smiled and said, 'Crybaby'."
"Tony suck it up," McGee insists.
"You will understand one day soon enough," Tony replies.
"What is that supposed to mean?" McGee furrows his brow.
Ziva shoots Tony a look. "What?" Tony furrows his brow.
"Shh!"
"Why are you shhing him? Is there something that I should know?"
"Maybe you should ask your wife," Tony answers.
"Ask her what? What are you talking about Tony?"
"I have said too much."
McGee vacates his seat. He heads to the elevator. He rides the elevator down to the lab. He finds Abby sitting in front of her computer.
"Hey," she turns around and looks at him, "What are you doing down here?"
"I'm your husband," he reminds her.
"I just saw you ten minutes ago," she reminds him, "We rode to work together."
"I wanted to talk to you," he reveals.
"About what?"
"Something Tony said."
"He says a lot of things."
"Isabella called him a crybaby today, and I told him to suck it up."
"She is so much like Ziva, I love it," Abby responds.
"And he said that I would know what it was like soon enough. What did he mean by that? Does he know something that I don't?"
"Tim..." she trails off.
"Abby?"
"Yes."
"Yes? He knows something that I don't?"
"I wanted to find the perfect way to tell you. We have barely been married for six months, and I just wanted to wait for the right time. I know that you said you wanted to wait a while, and..."
"Abby just spit it out!"
"I'm pregnant."
He pulls into the driveway, and opens the door. A four year old climbs out of the backseat. Gibbs grabs the fishing poles out of the trunk. He looks at the cabin in front of him, and the boy waiting for him. Jonah smiles up at him, as he adjusts his hat.
"You ready son?"
"Do you think I can catch a whale?" he jokes.
Gibbs smiles, "Were you hoping to be swallowed by one today?"
"That would be a good story," he grins.
"Yeah, I guess it would."
"Did you remember the bait?"
"Jonah I brought you, that is all the bait I need for a whale," he smiles.
"For the fish," Jonah clarifies.
"I've got some to catch them with too."
Jonah shoves his hand into Gibbs. They head down the dirt path towards the pond. Gibbs carries a couple of fishing poles, and a tackle box in his spare hand. Jonah carries a pint sized tackle box in his.