Gibbs came over to check on Tony's injury. "It looks through and through, Tony. You should be ok." He turned to Ziva and brushed back her hair from her forehead. "Are you ok? Are you hurt?"

Ziva shook her head, meaning she wasn't hurt, but she was far from ok. Tony let go of her long enough for her to fall into Gibbs' arms. "No, I am not ok. I do not know if I will ever be ok. But I have the two men I love the most with me and I know they will take care of me." Gibbs kissed her head and gave her back to Tony.

He knew that when Ziva was ready to talk about it, she would. In the meantime, he was satisfied that his family was safe and that they were going home.

Vignette Five- Prologue

The plane made an emergency landing at the Navy Medical Facility in Rota, Spain. Tony was grimly reminded not only of his own refused promotion to this very place, but E.J. Barrett being the one who took the job in his stead.

Tony was quickly checked out. The wound was irrigated, and only slightly stitched closed, to allow for drainage from the wound. "Just another day, just another scar." Tony joked half-heartedly. The injury was extremely painful and they gave him some strong painkillers as well as antibiotics.

While Tony was being attended to, Gibbs and Ziva sat in the waiting room. She refused to be examined, saying she had not been injured in any way. They sat silently for a while. Finally, Gibbs took her hand.

"So, Mrs. DiNozzo."

Ziva turned to him in surprise. "Tony told you? I cannot believe he would say something without discussing it with me first."

Gibbs cocked his head at her. "Well, you were the one to let the cat out the bag, as it were." Ziva looked at him, confused.

"You really didn't realize what you were saying when you called for us to come get you, did you?"

Ziva's face paled. "What did I say?"

Gibbs looked solemn. "Well, if you will forgive the attempt at imitation, I WANT MY HUSBAND AND MY FATHER TO COME AND BRING ME HOME!"

Ziva hid her face in her hands. "On no, I did not say that."

Gibbs put his arm around her. "Oh yes, you did say that, in front of Vance, me and Tony. I didn't give Tony any hell about it until we were in flight to get you. He explained what happened…and everything else."

Ziva looked at Gibbs with tears in her eyes. "Does everything else mean our decision to say nothing? I hated lying to you. You are everything to me, and now, after what happened…"

Gibbs took her hand again. "What has happened, Ziva?"

She took a deep breath. "What has happened is that I am not the biological daughter of the famous Eli David. My birth father was from southern Austria. He would not tell me anymore or his name. He was a part of Eli's team and he said they were best friends."

Ziva sniffed. "He claimed that my father made him promise to take care of his family should anything ever happened to him. According to Director David, my mother agreed to this arrangement. The unthinkable happened; my father was killed during a mission. I was two years old. I do not remember him." Gibbs pulled her into a hug, and stroked her hair.

"So much makes sense now that I couldn't understand before." She looked at Gibbs. "I was an experiment to him, an object to be molded and manipulated."

Gibbs was stunned by this news, and felt the similarities between Ziva and Abby painful. "You are my Abba." Ziva whispered. "If you will let me…" Gibbs put his finger on her lips. "You have always been and will always be my daughter." Ziva cried into his shirt, Gibbs rubbing her back.

In less than two hours, they released Tony, albeit on a stretcher, so they could be back to the States without further delay. Ziva sat by his side, caressing his cheek, murmuring to him in Hebrew. Gibbs wondered if Tony had any idea what Ziva was saying, because he sure as hell didn't. But he figured just hearing her soothing voice was enough.

Two weeks later

Ziva had repeated the whole series of events to Tony once he was coherent enough to understand what she was saying. He was just as shocked as Gibbs was, but he was also privately relieved that Eli David was no longer an equation in their lives.

Gibbs had called them over to his house on Saturday afternoon. They figured they were finally going to get reamed out over the whole "fake/real wedding fiasco, so they were excited to tell him that after everything they had been through, they liked being married and were going to have another ceremony, this time one of their choosing.

Holding hands, they slowly walked down the steps to Gibbs' basement, where he was working on some piece of wood. They looked around and saw all sorts of pieces of wood, that looked like they would be put together to make something, but they couldn't figure out what. In the back corner, a tarp lay over something that looked to be completed, but could not figure out what it was.

"What are you working on here, Boss?" Tony asked conversationally, as if all in the world was normal.

Gibbs' continued to work. "Just what I told Vance. I'm enlarging my basement."

Tony and Ziva looked at each other, confused. "But Boss, your basement is in the ground. You'd have to dig around it to enlarge it."

Gibbs looked up at Tony. "Yeah?"

Gibbs wiped off his hands with a towel. He was silent for a few seconds. Then he looked at Ziva.

"Ziva, does Tony know what happened down here?" Ziva sucked in her breath, knowing he was talking about Ari.

Ziva slowly nodded. "It took many years, but yes, I told him I killed my own brother in cold blood." Tony winced at that. "You were ordered to make the kill Ziva. That's not quite the same."

Ziva looked at Gibbs confused. "This is why you asked us here?"

He wagged his finger to her, indicating for her to come over and stand where he was standing. "Do you know where you are standing?"

Ziva was upset. Why was he bringing this all back, now? "Yes, it is the spot where my brother died."

"WRONG! It is the spot where a deranged, out of control Mossad assassin was taken out. But it was not his sister who killed him. Oh, you were family, but he was not your brother, Ziva. He was Eli's son."

Ziva looked at the spot for a few moments, then up at Gibbs, looking confused. Tony had come to her side and put his arm around her. "You did what you had to do, Ziva. But please release the guilt you feel about killing your own flesh and blood, because you didn't. He wasn't your half-brother."

Ziva slowly dissolved and sat on the floor. Gibbs and Tony looked concerned and joined her. "All these years, all I could think was what kind of monster would kill her own flesh and blood?" She looked at Tony. "Knowing now that he was not, does help ease some of the burden, but at the time I believed he was and I still killed him."

Gibbs took her hand. "That's not who are now, Ziva. I asked you here today hoping to relieve you of this burden you've been carrying all these years. I know almost everyone else thinks I was the one to pull the trigger. I didn't want to bring these bad memories back, but I wanted to get you to realize that he was not your brother, because I am sure you have not thought through all of the ramifications of this news."

Ziva sighed, and Tony helped her up. "No, I am not the Mossad Assassin you met eight years ago. I am a completely different person; a better person, because I am surrounded by my friends and family, who may not be flesh and blood, but are more family to me than any one has ever been."

She leaned into Tony. "We thought you were going to yell at us about the marriage."

Gibbs chuckled. "Well, in that case…" He gave them both a light slap on the back of their heads. Ziva smiled, and even Tony didn't begrudge it. "Feel better now that I have properly chastised you?"

They looked at each other. Tony cleared his throat. "We've had a long time to get used to this idea and think of what we want to do."

"And?" Gibbs asked, looking more at Ziva than Tony. He could see her smile, so he had an idea what was coming. He turned his attention to Tony, looking stern.

Tony gulped. "Well, after all we've been through and after considering all of our options…"

Ziva smiled and held out her left hand. On it was the beautiful engagement ring that had belonged to Tony's mother. "We're going to do it, our way. With your permission, of 'course." Tony took a deep breath. "Leroy Jethro Gibbs, will you give me the honor of your daughter's hand in marriage?"

Gibbs pulled Ziva into a hug, kissing her and telling her he loved her all at the same time. He pulled back and looked at Tony, who wasn't quite sure that was permission granted or not. Gibbs looked him up and down, noticing how Tony straightened up and stood tall and proud next to Ziva.

He finally broke into a grin and shook Tony's hand. "You've proved you can make it work, which surprised the hell out of me. If you had come to me two years ago asking this I would have had you transferred to different teams."

Tony and Ziva both paled at that. "But not now?"

"Hell no. Someone's got to keep an eye on my daughter, and I need to keep an eye on him. You're not going anywhere." Tony spontaneously hugged him, and then pulled back. "Won't happen again, Boss."

"So, when is this wedding?"

"In four weeks. March 2nd." Tony said. "We'll fill everyone in on the plans once we get into to work."

May 14, 2013

Gibbs heard the front door opened and smiled as he heard two sets of footsteps heading toward the basement. He had been anticipating this since the bombing, seeing his team bond more closely than ever before. The only question had been who would be first?

Gibbs looked up as he saw Tony and Ziva head down the stairs. He turned his head to hide his smile, then turned back to look at them, at what he hoped was a believable look of surprise on his face.

"Didn't expect to see you two down here anytime soon. Usually no one comes unless something's wrong, and I know there's nothing wrong with you two."

"You are correct, Boss. And it's almost prophetic that you used the word expect." Tony cleared his throat, nervous and proud at the same time.

"Ah, just get it out, DiNozzo!" Gibbs pretended to growl.

Ziva flung herself into his arms. "I am pregnant! I mean we are pregnant! I mean…you are going to be a grandpa." Gibbs hugged Ziva so tightly, trying to keep his emotions in. He knew this day would come. "My Ziva. I am so proud of you."

"Tony," He gave Tony a hug. "You will make a great dad."

Tears sprung into Tony's eyes. "Thanks Boss."

"Now, I know I will have to be on restrictions…" Ziva began, but Gibbs waved her off. "We'll worry about that later. Go enjoy yourselves, go tell the others, because I know you are dying to." Ziva kissed him again on the cheek. Tony grinned. Gibbs just shook his head. "Go on, get out of here!" They ran up the stairs, hand in hand.

Gibbs walked over to his bench, and poured himself a small amount of bourbon. He raised his glass, saying a silent prayer, and downed the burning liquid in one swallow. He then headed to the corner of his basement and pulled off the tarp. Underneath was a beautifully handcrafted crib. Now he could put the finishing touches in it.

He looked around at the other finished wood pieces that could now be assembled into the rest of the nursery furniture.

"Enlarging my basement…" Gibbs laughed at himself. Tony had been the only one to question him on that statement. Even Leon didn't question it. "Well, that's why he's my Senior Agent. And the father of my grandchild."

Gibbs grabbed several pieces of wood, and began to put them together, smiling.

And that ties it all up in a neat little bow; Gibbs' new basement project is explained, Ziva ends up pregnant which apparently a lot of my readers wanted. I did not go through the proposal and wedding as they have all been done in my other stories, and I wouldn't change the way I wrote it the first time. Well, actually, there is another wedding coming, but that is in my other story "A Life Worthy Waiting For."