Tony and Ziva's Daughter (morphed)

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

"Hey Duck! Come in." Tony said 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 more food!” Ducky said 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 forward 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 orange trees. He’d jump from time to time to see if he could grab an orange 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 home 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 answers 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 second chapter. It's between McGee and Tony. The second 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 boat 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 said 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 flowers 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 bed at ten and, over the course of the next 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 ass to the office. There, he chugged about...

"Vida and Caleb are staying with Abby tonight."

He looks up from his paperwork, intrigued by her comment—the first in an hour 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 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 join him; a sigh of relief slipping from her lips...

They had arrived to the river shortly after lunch. The day was the first really warm day 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 pink 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 by heart.

Staring out the window, he spots two young people clumsy making out by 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 more day without her… He thinks he just might lose his mind sooner or later.

Crazy scenarios run through his mind and Tony finds no strenght to fight them… He wonders if there’s a couple making love 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 by the bundle. “We also don’t want her to suffocate or die of heat. That’d be a horrible first winter experience.”

The sudden cold front had come...