A/N: Hey guys! So sorry about the issue with Ch 38 not showing up right away, I don't know what happened. I've never had that problem before :( At least it worked eventually and I was at work all day so I couldn't've reposted anyways, but sorry to all the people who tried to look at it and couldn't.
And a HUGE thank you for the OVERWHELMING number of reviews I got for the birth chapter - 58! Isn't that ridiculous? But so amazing too :) Wow. You guys are fabulous, I can't tell you that enough. I am so thrilled to have dedicated readers who are so excited about the story and so encouraging for me. Thank you, thank you, thank you! ~ love always, Aliyah
After the team left, Tony sat nearby while Ziva fed Chaya and after she'd fallen asleep, he helped Ziva to the bathroom and back into bed again. Sitting in the chair by her bed, he watched his wife drift off and finally crashed on the couch for some much needed rest. A couple hours later, shortly after ten am, Chaya's unhappy cries filled the room, dragging first mother, then father back to consciousness. Before Ziva could move Tony was up and handing her the baby.
Ziva yawned, then winced when Chaya didn't latch on properly. Slipping her pinky finger in the baby's mouth, she broke the suction and they tried again. This time Chaya got it right and sucked greedily, making small grunting noises as she ate. One of the little girl's hands came to rest on her mother's breast, kneading the skin gently much like baby kittens did to get the milk out. Ziva smiled at the closeness and connection she felt to her daughter, gently stroking the baby's cheek.
Tony almost felt like he was intruding on the moment, but he didn't want to be left out. Sensing this, Ziva transferred the receiving blanket to his shoulder and let him try to burp Chaya. It took a little doing but finally a small bubble of air escaped and Tony smiled proudly.
"That's my girl." He supported the baby on his shoulder, enjoying the way her head nestled into his neck.
Ziva laughed softly. "I think she likes you."
His hand brushed Chaya's downy curls. "She's so soft." Tony changed his hold a little and breathed in the scent of his baby. "And she smells really good."
Ziva nodded. "I noticed that as well. I think..." she collected her thoughts, "...that is what innocence smells like."
Tony grasped her hand and they were in the middle of one of their deep looks when Mandy walked in and cleared her throat. The sudden noise startled the couple and when Tony jumped it disrupted Chaya and she started to fuss. A little unwillingly, Tony returned the baby to Ziva. The new mother pulled the shoulder of her pyjama shirt down and settled Chaya on her bare skin. The little girl calmed immediately and Mandy looked impressed.
"Congratulations, you've already learned one of the tricks of the trade. Infants, especially early ones, thrive on skin to skin contact and that's something dad can take a turn with as well." She eyed Tony. "Try not to feel left out if Chaya wants Mommy more in these early days. She knows Ziva's scent and Ziva will also smell like breast milk, something that will comfort your daughter." The doctor looked back at Ziva. "I'd suggest sleeping with one of her toys or blankets, something that can be used anytime by anyone. Once it's 'mommy scented', putting the item in her crib will help her calm down if she's fussy at night."
Both Tony and Ziva listened intently, taking mental notes of the advice. Odds were the information would come in very handy in the near future. Mandy stepped closer and held out a clipboard to Tony. "First, some formalities. I need you to fill out the birth certificate."
Tony put in his name as the father, sharing a long look with Ziva. No matter who asked or how the story got told, that was the truth. He handed the clipboard to his wife, leaning over to whisper in her ear. "She's mine now."
Ziva's eyes sought his and she barely kept the tears back. She was so thankful to have married this man. Smiling at him in a way she hoped conveyed a silent 'I love you' and shifting the baby, Ziva took the pen and filled in her name and Chaya's full name. Mandy took it back and added the particulars like her height and weight, the date, time and place of birth. Once that was finished, she got serious again.
"I'm going to keep Ziva and Chaya here an extra day, just to be safe. Pregnancy, not to mention labour and delivery, took a lot out of Ziva's body and I want to see how she holds up. Chaya was on the line for being underweight and since babies can lose up to ten percent of their body weight after birth, that puts her just over five pounds. It's a good idea to keep an eye on her colouring and breathing and make sure she's ready to go home with no complications."
If Tony expected Ziva to argue, he was mistaken. With dark circles under her eyes and exhaustion clear in her expression and posture, she just nodded, rubbing Chaya's back slowly. Mandy almost wished she would try to fight it, because going along meant she really wasn't feeling like herself yet.
"I'd recommend you all get some rest," Mandy said softly, "it seems like your little one has the right idea."
Chaya was fast asleep on her mother's chest. The tired parents smiled at each other as the doctor left. Ziva moved very slowly to lift the baby off of her and Tony transferred Chaya to her bin. Ziva took his hand. "You need to go home and get some sleep in a real bed Tony, napping on the couch is not enough."
Tony shook his head. "I'm fine Ziva, I've had about six hours since last night." She lifted an eyebrow and he kissed the skepticism off her face. "I don't want to leave Ziva." He looked at his daughter. "I don't want to miss anything."
Finding it impossible to argue with his logic, Ziva lowered the bed and found a comfortable position. Just before she gave into the sleep tugging at her, Ziva opened her eyes and looked at him. "Tony?"
He hadn't even gotten to the couch yet and returned to her side, brushing back her hair. "Yeah?"
She traced her finger over the back of his hand, so softly it tickled. "What I said when I was in labour - how did you know I was asking you not to go?"
Tony drew his finger over her eyebrows, down her cheek, across her nose and around her mouth, coaxing a smile from her. He stared at his wife for a long time before answering. "You said it once, after a nightmare the weekend you found out you were pregnant and I stayed." He shrugged. "I thought it sounded important enough to look up once you said yes and I knew I'd get to have you forever."
Ziva kissed his palm. "I have thought it many times that you did not hear." She sighed. "I am trying so hard to trust you Tony, but my whole life I have never heard those words and seen that promise kept. I think," she closed her eyes, "I think that I will always be afraid to lose you now that I knew what it is to love you."
Why did her truths always have to be so hard? Tony leaned down, capturing her lips and kissing her deeply, because if he hadn't he probably would've cried and he didn't want Ziva to worry. "I love you," he whispered onto her skin. "I swear Zi, I will be the one to prove my words can be trusted." He buried his face in her hair. "This is where I want to be. I'm not going to change my mind."
She nodded slowly. "I believe you."
Tony kissed her forehead. "Sleep honey, I'll be here when you wake up."
If it took the last breath he had, he would prove to his wife that she hadn't made a mistake when she said yes.
NCIS
It was early afternoon before Celeste woke up and she stretched, confused for a minute before she remembered where she was. The silence intrigued her. She wouldn't've believed it possible that her ex-husband could actually sleep in. Getting dressed again in the clothes she'd been wearing, Celeste tiptoed down the hall and peeked in the open door of the master bedroom.
She found it empty, the bed already made, and headed downstairs, surprised that Gibbs hadn't started coffee yet. What she found in the livingroom made her stop and seriously consider how to handle the situation. Without a sound Celeste made her way to the kitchen and brewed a fresh pot of coffee as quietly as she could.
Sweetening hers, she poured a second cup and went back to the livingroom, taking a seat on the coffeetable and watching to see how long it took Gibbs to notice. The smell brought him back to wakefulness with impressive speed and when he opened his eyes, Celeste almost laughed at his expression. Her question, however, was serious.
"Jethro, how long have you been sleeping on the couch?"
He thought hard about lying to her and saying it was a one time thing, but those dark blue eyes held him and Gibbs sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "About ten years."
"I see." Celeste absorbed the information and held out the mug of black coffee as he pushed himself up. "You do know there's a perfectly good bed upstairs?"
He took a long swallow of the strong liquid. "Unless you're going to join me there, I think I'll stay."
Her eyebrows rose at the less than subtle invitation. "Since we're missing a few steps, I guess that's your choice." Celeste held out her hand. "Come help me make breakfast Jethro, I'll let you be in charge of the bacon."
Just like that they were back in safe territory and on familiar ground. Gibbs had missed having someone around to share a routine with and he liked how easily he and Celeste fell into the comfortable rhythm of making a meal together. It was something he could see himself getting used to.
An hour later when they were sitting at the kitchen table enjoying seconds on their coffee, Gibbs leaned back in his chair. "Plan to go see Ziva today." The way he said it made Celeste realize he was trying not to seem like he was ditching her. She smiled.
"Go on and have some father/daughter time. I'm going home to shower and change so I don't smell like Old Spice. Then I have an idea I want to run past Abby." Gibbs looked curious and Celeste shrugged. "I have to get on her good side at some point Jethro, if we're serious about making this work." Her inflection made it a question and his nod confirmed it as he finished his coffee.
"I'm serious."
"Me too. So I want her to accept me as part of your life sooner vs. later. She was not happy to see me at the hospital."
Gibbs grunted. "Abby doesn't like change, especially when it involves the family. Give her time. Bring treats for that puppy of hers if you visit, appreciate her music, praise McGee's writing, surprise her with No Caf-Pow - you'll make it into the inner circle eventually."
Celeste arched an eyebrow. "When you talk that much I start paying attention. Thanks for the advice." She took her dishes to the sink. "Now go shower so you can visit with your daughter. I'll see you later."
"Later today or just later?" It was important to clarify.
Celeste smiled. "Do you really want to see me again today? We've already spent close to fifteen hours in each other's company."
"Come work on the boat with me tonight?" He missed her when she wasn't around. That was one step closer to needing her in his life and then things got complicated. They'd been here before.
She patted his arm. "I'll try to stop by. Thanks for breakfast." Celeste kissed his cheek, gathered her things and walked out the door.
Gibbs stared after her with a empty feeling in his chest. Was it possible that she was what he was missing? The implications were startling and Gibbs was suddenly glad he had plans. It was better to put that off for as long as possible. He really didn't want to screw this up. She meant too much to him.
NCIS
By shortly after two pm Tony and Ziva were just finishing a late lunch of breakfast foods that he'd run out to pick up from Joe's Diner near her apartment, since that's what she was craving and hospital food had absolutely no appeal. He hadn't wanted to leave the room, but Ziva insisted, saying it would give her time to shower and feed Chaya. Tony didn't really want to miss either of those things and he would have preferred to help his wife shower rather than leave her with a nurse, but Ziva had some questions she wanted to ask without her husband in the room.
He had to admit, it was nice to get out of the hospital and breathe some fresh air. It got frustrating though when he got to the diner and encountered Helen. She saw his ring and wanted to know all the details. Then he made the mistake of letting it slip that he was taking the food back to Ziva in the hospital. Helen freaked out and he had to tell the story and promise to bring both wife and daughter by very soon before she would let him leave.
Tony didn't mind the extra time so much because a re-telling of the episode made Ziva laugh and she looked relaxed and happy, though still tired, after a shower and getting Chaya taken care of earlier. He knew she'd be ready for another nap soon and was about to start talking her into it when their baby woke up and started fussing.
He picked her up and held her carefully. "Hey princess, what are you doing awake?"
Ziva watched Chaya turn her head towards Tony's chest and stuff her tiny fist in her mouth. "I think she is hungry again."
Tony frowned. "Didn't you just feed her?"
She nodded. "An hour ago. But I am told that newborns do not always stick to a feeding schedule."
"I guess you get to run the show now, don't you?" Tony commented to his daughter, transferring her to Ziva.
The new mom got Chaya into position and helped her get a mouthful of breast. The baby began nursing immediately and Tony sat down again to watch. When she was finished and Tony had burped her, he put his hand on her bum. "Uhh...Zi? Her diaper feels kinda...squishy."
Ziva tried not to laugh and checked the clock. "It has been twelve hours, maybe it is time for her first diaper change."
Looking entirely at a loss for how to handle the situation, Tony was about to call for help when a nurse walked in. "Good afternoon," she smiled. "I'm Cara, I just wanted to check and see how everything is going." She took in Tony's expression. "Is something wrong?"
He coughed. "Uhh...no. Well, yes." Tony sighed. "I don't know how to change her diaper."
Cara's gracious smile almost made up for the amusement in her eyes. "Alright Daddy, this will be your first lesson." She moved the chair away from Chaya's bin and found a clean diaper, wipes and diaper cream from the stash left in the room for this moment. "Once you have everything you need, lay her down and undress her. Make sure you push her clothes up far away from her bum, because things can get messy."
Tony's eyes widened and he looked to Ziva for support but she was enjoying the show. He put Chaya down and fumbled a bit before he got her onesie undone and moved out of diaper range. Cara handed him a clean diaper. "You'll know the front from the back because the front has a picture on it."
He nodded, that seemed simple enough. Holding the newborn diaper, Tony was amazed. "Geez these are small." The whole thing fit in his hand. "Okay princess, ready for this?" He turned to Cara. "What next?"
"You want to lift up her bum holding her ankles and slide the clean diaper under the one she's wearing." Cara instructed but let Tony do all the work. "Unstick the tabs and open her diaper, let's see what we're dealing with."
Tony did as he was told and drew back at the sight of the black guck in his daughter's diaper. "It looks like tar."
Cara laughed and exchanged glances with Ziva. "It's her first bowel movement, the technical term is meconium and I think we're going to need a lot of wipes for this one."
Tony pulled a handful from the box and stood very still for a moment before taking a deep breath. "I'm going in." Holding Chaya's legs towards her tummy, he wiped and wiped, slowly cleaning the gunk off her little bum.
"Make sure you get all the cracks and crevices too," Cara advised, "we don't want any of it left behind and getting in the wrong place. And always wipe from front to back to prevent infection."
Once he was finished, Tony again waited. "Put all the dirty wipes inside the soiled diaper and roll it up, then secure it with the tabs. It's fairly sanitary, nothing is going to escape and since Ziva's breastfeeding, the good news is Chaya's diapers will not have a bad smell."
Tony let out a sigh. "That's a relief."
"You're doing great," the nurse encouraged him, "many new dads struggle with this particular procedure."
"Not me." Tony puffed out his chest. "With practice I will be the best diaper changer in the District of Columbia."
"It is only your first Tony," Ziva warned, "do not get ahead of yourself."
"Hey, you're feeding her, I can change diapers. In fact, I promise."
"You can't take it back," his wife pointed out.
"I won't." He wanted to be involved, whatever it took.
"Back to the task at hand," Cara reminded him, pleased to see that he kept his hand on Chaya out of instinct, even though she couldn't roll out of the plastic bin. "When your baby is having normal bowel movements, you can drag the diaper down her bum to clean off some of the poop and then fold it under her while you use the wipes. Just something to keep in mind."
"Got it." Tony wasn't sure he'd remember later, but he was taking careful notes in his head for right now.
"Okay, get a little bit of the cream on your finger and rub it on her bum. You don't need a thick coat of it, just a little to prevent diaper rash."
Tony did and then at Cara's nod, pulled the new diaper over Chaya's front and after a couple tries, got the sticky tabs to go where he wanted them. "You don't want to make it too loose because it might leak, so check the back and legs for gaps. Don't make it so tight that it pinches her skin, you want it just to be a snug fit. And after her umbilical cord stump falls off, the diaper should actually cover her belly button. A common mistake is making the diaper too low."
Bringing her clothes back down, Tony fixed her onesie and then picked her up carefully and kissed her cheek. "Look at that kiddo, success!"
Cara laughed. "Well done Daddy. Great first diaper changing experience. You've got a lot more of those to look forward to."
"Thanks for the help." Cara left and Tony kissed his daughter again before noting the sleepy eyes and putting her back in the bin to nap. He looked at Ziva. "Not bad, huh?"
She chuckled and tugged him down for a proper kiss. "My hero."
A throat cleared and they both turned to see that Gibbs had arrived and stood in the doorway.
Ziva's eyes lit up and Tony grinned. "Just couldn't stay away, huh Boss?"
Gibbs glared at him but turned gentle eyes on Ziva. "Figured I'd spend some time with my granddaughter before Abby declares herself to have exclusive holding rights." He stared at the sleepy baby slowly falling asleep in the plastic bin by her mother's bed. "Go home and shower DiNozzo, I'll stay with your girls." Tony opened his mouth to protest but Gibbs shook his head. "I want some time with Ziva."
Meeting Ziva's eyes, Tony saw that she would be okay with his absence and stood slowly, leaning down to kiss her in full view of their boss and father figure and lightly brushed his hand over Chaya's curls before gently pressing his lips to her head.
Ziva saw his reluctance to leave and smiled. "We will be fine Tony. Enjoy the break."
He sighed dramatically, not liking being dismissed. "I love you guys."
Gibbs snorted. "I'm not available."
Tony cringed and beat a hasty retreat. "I'll be back in an hour."
"Take your time," the older man called after him and then looked at Ziva, shifting his gaze to the baby.
The tired new mother nodded and settled back against the pillows. "You may get her."
Gibbs rounded the bed and slid his hands under Chaya's swaddled body, carefully lifting her into his arms. Ziva watched with a smile as Gibbs gazed down at her daughter. Chaya regarded her grandfather with peaceful eyes before falling completely asleep and Gibbs stroked her soft cheek with one finger.
"Hello there sweetheart, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" He moved to Ziva's other side and sat down in the chair provided. "Mommy and Daddy are awfully glad you're here little one. Maybe someday you will, but you have no idea now what a gift you are Chaya."
Ziva blinked back tears as she listened to Gibbs coo at her baby. "Abba..."
He looked up and tried to be stern. "This doesn't leave the room."
She laughed. "Before Christmas you will have two grandchildren and everyone will know you are all soft inside."
Her phrasing was a little off but Gibbs didn't care. "Been a long time since I held someone this small."
Ziva grew serious, sure he was thinking of his little girl. "Does it make you sad?"
Gibbs was busy admiring the fine features Chaya inherited from her mother and was startled by the question. "Sad? No Ziver, I'm grateful for the gift." He let go of the baby long enough to squeeze her hand. "Without you I wouldn't have this chance."
The absence of a majority of the pregnancy hormones did not seem to affect Ziva's tear ducts and she wiped the wetness away and took a deep breath. "Thank you."
Gibbs smiled, a rare moment. "You did it Ziva, you overcame. I know you'll have to do it again and again over the next few months, but you'll make it." He stared at the baby in his arms. "You may have never thought it possible that you would get here, but you're going to make a great mom."
Ziva's smile was watery. "I did not know how easy it would be to love her until Tony laid her on my chest. She is my baby, my gift, my light. And Tony," the tears started afresh, "he already loves her so much, so much." She shook her head but Gibbs interrupted.
"He's her father Ziva, it comes without even thinking."
That she was still struggling to accept that concept was evident, but neither could she find the words to express everything she was thinking and feeling. "He saved me Gibbs," Ziva said simply, at least. "He saved us both and this is everything I never deserved but still dared to want."
Gibbs stared at her evenly. "You'll get it back Ziva."
She frowned. "What?"
"The confidence you lost, the ability to hope and dream, to know you are worthy of love, that you are strong and beautiful and capable and deserve the very best this life can offer. They tried to beat it out of you Ziver, but one day you'll stop believing the lies."
Ziva fixed her eyes on her daughter. "When I look at Chaya I almost forget I can hear them."
"By the time you come back to work, they won't even exist," Gibbs predicted, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. "You are irreplaceable Ziva, remember that when the nightmares try to tell you otherwise."
He stayed for awhile longer and they talked about simpler things, but Ziva stored every word he said in her heart. The little girl so long starved of a father's love now lived in a treasure trove of it. Letting him have Eli's place was a choice she would never regret.
NCIS
As much as Tony didn't want to be away from Ziva's side, he was suddenly glad for the time to make sure everything at home was ready for when Ziva and Chaya were allowed to return. On impulse, Tony stopped at a toy emporium downtown and started wandering through the stuffed animal aisle, looking for something for his daughter.
As a child his favourite toy was a brown bear named Tom, but Tony thought Chaya should have something more girly. Halfway through his perusal, he came across a soft, cream coloured bunny with floppy ears and pink thread marking the nose, mouth and whiskers.
The animal stared back at him with black eyes holding a sewn in sparkle and Tony knew this was the one. It was the perfect size for little arms to wrap around and he already foresaw the ears becoming matted from being chewed on. The picture he imagined of a toddler Chaya dragging the bunny around by one leg cinched it and he proudly carried his purchase up to the front counter.
The older woman accepted the toy and rang it in with a smile. "Let me guess, new dad?"
Tony grinned self-consciously. "That obvious?" He checked to make sure he wasn't sporting spit-up or something.
She chuckled. "Only men with baby girls spend that much time with the stuffed things. Trust me."
He shrugged, having no intention of denying the truth. "Not even twenty-four hours old and I'm already crazy about her."
Handing him the bag, the woman looked at him and nodded. "She's a lucky little girl."
Tony fingered his ring and shook his head firmly. "Nah, I'm the lucky one. Thanks."
He was back at the house minutes later but the extra cars in the driveway gave him a pause. Then Tony chuckled, remembering that Abby knew where the spare keys were kept. She was probably organizing a welcome home present for Ziva. Pushing open the door, he peeked his head in cautiously. The multicoloured banner hung on the wall behind the piano definitely screamed Abby, but what he didn't expect was Abby and Celeste laughing as they took over the kitchen.
He stepped inside and sort of smiled. "Hi." Not sure they heard him over Abby's toned down music or the intense conversation they were engaged in, Tony cleared his throat. "Uh, hey."
The women looked up and Abby waved like this was completely normal. "Hi Tony."
He looked back and forth between them, taking in Abby's happy demeanor and Celeste's relaxed smile. Tony crossed his arms. "Okay, when did you two become best buds?" He'd sensed Abby's dislike for Celeste and knew it had to do with her strong attachment to Gibbs and her issues with outsiders.
Abby beamed. "Since she called me an hour ago with the best idea ever!"
Tony stared at them. "Uh huh. So now to the obvious question - what are you doing here?"
Celeste took the lead now. "Odds are high that Ziva won't feel like cooking for a long time and you are going to feel like a zombie for the first few weeks. Abby assured me that without intervention you would live off Kraft Dinner and take-out. Since that is not good food for new parents who will desperately need the nutrients, we're going to stock your freezer with healthy, pre-made meals that can be reheated on demand."
Tony didn't know what to say. His mouth fell open slightly and he forced it closed and swallowed. "Umm...wow. Thanks. That's...that's really great of you." He set down the bag. "How can I help?"
The women shared a glance and laughed. Celeste turned him towards the stairs. "Go get cleaned up so you can go back to your family."
"Yeah," Abby grinned, "leave this to us."
Utterly overwhelmed and still carrying the edge of exhaustion from the past couple days, Tony could only do as he was told. The hot shower felt wonderful but when he almost fell asleep standing up, he decided to allow himself a twenty minute nap before going back to the hospital.
He was wishing for more when his alarm went off but he needed to go. Yawning, Tony stumbled downstairs only to find Ducky had joined the cooking crew. He was sporting an apron and already telling a, "This reminds me of a time..." story. A finished pan of lasagna sat on the island and Abby and Celeste were so busy putting together the ingredients for several other dishes, they barely noticed him.
Just when he was sure he couldn't handle any more surprises, the doorbell rang. Tony answered it a little warily, wondering who else was coming to join the party, but threw on a full grin when he saw who it was. "Grace!" he exclaimed. "Please, come in."
He kissed her cheek and accepted the plate of cookies and container of cupcakes she offered. Grace smiled at him fondly. "I thought you might need something for your sweet tooth."
He nearly inhaled a chocolate cupcake smothered in homemade icing and she wiped the crumbs off his cheek. He swallowed and beamed. "I did, a lot, thank you. You must be a mind reader."
Grace only shook her head and got around to the important things. "So," her eyes sparkled, "tell me."
Unable to contain his joy, Tony pulled out his cellphone and showed her a snapshot of his daughter. "Chaya Caprice DiNozzo. Five pounds, six ounces, seventeen inches long. Born at 2:17 am this morning. Gorgeous just like her mom."
"Every inch the proud father, aren't you?" Grace teased, then grew solemn. "How's Ziva?"
He sighed. "Seven hours of labour - she got lucky, but I don't think exhausted even begins to cover it." Tony rubbed his face. "The doctor's keeping them an extra day, just in case. Chaya was pretty small, even for three and a half weeks early and she'll probably lose a little weight before they come home."
Grace patted his arm. "They'll be fine Tony and back here where they belong in no time."
He forced a smile. "Yup." But talking about Ziva and Chaya made him even more anxious to get back to them. "I'm hoping to keep the first week just for us, but you haven't met Chaya yet and I'm sure Ziva would love to see you. Why don't you come over Sunday after you're done with church? I can't promise it'll be a long visit, but it's something."
Grace nodded. "Thank you. I'll call first to see what time is good. Give my love to the girls. And this is for Ziva." She handed him a beautiful and intricately designed baby book. "Take it with you, there's a place for her footprints and hospital bracelet."
"I'll make sure she gets it, thanks Grace." He saw her out, turned back to the group bustling around his kitchen and set the plate and container on the counter. "Hey guys, thanks, really."
Ducky smiled. "It's our pleasure Anthony. Now go, we'll take care of things here."
Tony flashed them a grin and headed out. It had only been a couple hours but he just wanted to see his girls again. Ziva and Chaya held his heart and everything important, not being with them was just not an option any longer.