Tony and Ziva

"Hello Anthony!" Ducky sinabi as Tony greeted him at the door.

"Hey Duck! Come in." Tony sinabi as Ducky passed him a bowl of potato salad.

"Here is some potato salad for Ziva to use as a side, now where is the little rugrat?” Ducky asked as he wandered into the living room.

“Abby and Timothy are right behind me with madami food!” Ducky sinabi as Tim and Abby walked in the door.

“Hey guys, she’s sleeping right now but I will take you up to her room and you can watch her for a second. When she wakes up we can pass her around. I know I’m looking pasulong to having someone else hold her or...

“Micah,” Tony called after his son with a laugh echoing in his voice. “Micah, don’t run off too far!”

Tony and Ziva watched as their son ran with wild abandon among the kahel trees. He’d jump from time to time to see if he could grab an kahel from the branches above him. The trip hadn’t been planned. Tony had woken up a few days prior and had an overwhelming desire to go back to the grove that he and Ziva had spent time in not that long ago. He had told her that he was fighting for her then, that he wanted her to come tahanan with him. They had torn down walls that day. They poured...

"We have arrived!"

The crowd in the yard turns to face the voice, and the group smiles at the approaching guests.

"You guys made it!" Abby shouts, rushing over to the family. "All of you, huh?" She looks to the small bundle in Ziva’s arms."Hi there little guy!"

"We thought he should start getting used to hanging out with the gang, so we brought him along," Tony sagot looking down at the occupied blanket in his wife’s arms.

"Spending time with his family is not a bad thing," Ziva continues, slightly adjusting her hold on her son.

McGee walks over to his teammates and puts a finger out...

Here's the first chapter: link

This is the first half of the segundo chapter. It's between McGee and Tony. The segundo half will focus on Ziva and Abby.

I'm so sorry it took so long for me to write this, I've been really busy and my fic have kind of been on the back burner. But hey, when's that any different?

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

End of All My Tries

He rounded the corner and propped himself up against the hard, rough wall, trying to catch his breath.

This is so fucked up.

A vision of his future life appeared before him. A life of meals for one and sanding a bangka in his basement. Nothing had...

"You look confused, tatelah."

"I don’t get it, mama. What does she do?"

"Stop laughing, Tony! My love, she is a baby. She does not do much right now."

"Oh, Daddy sinabi she would play with me."

"She will, Honeybear. Just not now. When she gets bigger, man, the two of you are going to be best friends."

"I already have a best friend."

"Yes, Katie is one of your best friends. But Eden will also be your best friend."

"But, then who will be Katie’s best friend?"

"Well, the new baby that Auntie Abby is going to have can be one of Katie’s new friends."

"Can Eden and the new baby be friends?"...

She wanders around the overgrown scenery that’s always surrounded the cabin, giggling happily whenever she stumbles over another patch of the wildflowers she collects in her hands. When she nears the fence Gibbs had begun builiding, she shoots up from the weeds eagerly, her face alight with excitement.

"Momma," she exclaims, "Look!"

She holds up a fist full of the purple bulaklak from several yards away, and Ziva half laughs from where she stands watching near the front of the cabin.

"Yahfah, tateleh," She praises warmly, a smile pulling at her mouth as the little girl turns immediately...

Today has not been one of Tony DiNozzo’s best.

It began bright and early after a night in which he got about two hours of sleep, if that. He had gone to kama at ten and, over the course of the susunod eight hours, tossed and turned, got up for a glass of ice water, worried about Ziva, longed for her. Since returning from Israel weeks ago, most of his nights have gone exactly like this. He has been constantly exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Just so damn tired.

But there was work to be done, and so, at the break of dawn, he dragged his sorry asno to the office. There, he chugged about...

With a groan he falls face first onto their bed, feet dangling over the edge as he haphazardly toes off his shoes.

"I think I’m dying, Ziva."

Her laughter echoes in from the hallway as she follows her husband into the room, leaning gently against the door frame to slip off her heels. He lets out another small moan as he rolls his head from side to side against the comforter, and she shakes her head at his antics, an easy smile on her lips. Tony always did have a flair for the dramatic.

Twisting her hair into a bun, she crosses the room to sumali him; a sigh of relief slipping from her lips...