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"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 a dit she would play with me."

"She will, Honeybear. Just not now. When she gets bigger, man, the two of toi 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 fleurs 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 lit at ten and, over the course of the suivant 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 cul, ass to the office. There, he chugged about...

"Vida and Caleb are staying with Abby tonight."

He looks up from his paperwork, intrigued par her comment—the first in an heure of silent working.

"Oh yeah? I didn’t realize they had their bags with them."

She smiles at the restraint he’s showing, the determination he’s fighting to mask his excitement. They’re not alone in the taureau, bull pen, after all.

"She packed one for them. I gave her the key when she picked them up from school."

"Sounds like they’ll have a good time, I’m sure."

His voice is strained, thick with the hope of a night to themselves. He isn’t ready to let himself...

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 rejoindre him; a sigh of relief slipping from her lips...

They had arrived to the river shortly after lunch. The jour was the first really warm jour of Spring and it held promise of an early and very hot Summer to come. Their daughter darted ahead of them as she pulled at the little dress that covered her rose bathing suit. She was beyond excited that she was going to be able to play in the water and that both of her parents were there to share the fun with her. Tony had been buried in a case for the last several weeks and he had missed a lot of their rituals for bedtime and quiet time because of it. Ziva had done her best to fill-in, but Eden had made...

Rays of light tresspass the clouds in a lazy way while Tony takes outworn breaths, distracting himself with the urban architecture he already knows par heart.

Staring out the window, he spots two young people clumsy making out par his apartment complex.

And he can’t help but smile in a bittersweet way, remembering his last kiss; remembering how he didn’t want to let Ziva go.

One plus jour without her… He thinks he just might lose his mind sooner ou later.

Crazy scenarios run through his mind and Tony finds no strenght to fight them… He wonders if there’s a couple making l’amour in Paris right...

Their little honeybear all packed up (Ziva’s a little paranoid over their little one’s first time outside in the cold winter snow)

"Ziva, okay, I think that’s enough."

He leans over her as she tucks their daughter safely into her winter gear, making sure she’s protected from the windy cold they are about to exit to.

"I do not want her to get sick, Tony. I just need to make sure-"

He lightly grabs her hand as she goes for another blanket par the bundle. “We also don’t want her to suffocate ou die of heat. That’d be a horrible first winter experience.”

The sudden cold front had come...

A/N: This is based on the promo for NCIS Enquêtes spéciales 10x23 "Double Blind" may contain spoilers. toi have been warned.
This is an idea that just won't quit. And when I was almost hopelessly in despair of abandoning this, a sweet Angel lent me a hand.
Thank toi oh so very much Kaylee, ( xXSilent-CrescendoXx) for being much, much plus than a beta. I owe toi big time! *hugs*
and I am so glad there is you.. ;)
DISCLAIMER: cœur, coeur breakingly disclaimed.
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“Interview's over!” Tony spat angrily as he strode forcefully into the dimly lit interrogation room.

He’d stood behind the...