Gibbs/Ziva fic: Morning Routine

Romance/Humour

M Rating

A/N: Final chap :'( Sorry for keeping you so long. Thank you for reading and reviewing your way through this fic. I've enjoyed your reviews and I am thankful for your support ^.^ :)

While it may be a little angsty, there is going to be a fluffy ending. So those with fluffy hearts, don't you panic! XD

Recap:

'' Shalom, Ziva.''

'' Michael, what are you doing here?'' asked Ziva, a protective bump subconsciously moving to rest on her bump.

Michael stepped towards Ziva and took her hand in his. '' Ziva, I haven't stopped thinking about you. We are meant for each other. We suit so much more than you and Agent Gibbs.'' he said, his almost black eyes boring into her mocha ones. '' I would even raise that child as my own.''

...

'' Do you have to go to work?'' asked Ziva quietly. '' I miss you so much when you are gone.''

...

Eli stood after tucking his glasses into his front jacket pocket. '' I came to see if it was alright, with you, for me to see Ziva.''

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'' Boss?'' called McGee, his voice hardly there compared to the buzzings of anger, fear and guilt.

'' Ziva's missing.'' whispered Gibbs, almost chocking on his words.

Michael Rivkin Part2

Gibbs schooled his features, he had to concentrate and focus if he wanted to find Ziva quickly.

'' Boss?'' prompted McGee, worry evident in his voice.

'' Grab your gear. We have to find Ziva.'' said Gibbs. Tony and McGee noted with shock that Gibbs' voice sounded dead and hollow. The last time he sounded like that, Kate had just died.

'' We'll find her, Boss.'' Try not to worry.'' said Tony as he and McGee left the bullpen.

Gibbs got up, ran up the stairs and walked into Jenny's office.

The redhead looked up angrily as she was interrupted. '' This had better be good-''

'' Ziva's missing. There's blood and sign of a struggle. I'm dumping our case onto Cassidy's team.'' said Gibbs in monotone.

Jenny's face fell. '' Do what you have to do. Bring her home, Jethro.'' she said, picking up the phone on her desk.

Gibbs nodded and left, not caring about who she was calling. He got into his car and raced home to see Tony and McGee going through his living room, taking photos and bagging evidence. Gibbs' heart sank. Tables were overturned, pillows were ripped up - feathers everywhere. A photo of him and Ziva smashed. He looked up to see Eli observing him.

'' Ziva put up a fight.'' said Eli, his conclusion reached as a result of the torn up living room.

'' That makes me feel so much better... thanks.'' said Gibbs sarcastically, his attitude towards his father in law uncensored in the lack of Ziva's presense.

'' Boss?'' called McGee.

Gibbs, Eli and Tony went over to McGee to see a bullet covered in blood on the floor.

'' It might not be Ziva's blood.'' said McGee, reading Gibbs' mind as he thought it.

Gibbs turned on his hee; and went to the kitchen, without speaking a word. The other three men watched as Gibbs flitted around the house.

'' What is he doing?'' asked Tony, watching his boss search specific areas of his home. Gibbs stopped and deposited no less than seven weapons onto the kitchen table.

'' Woah...'' said Tony. Eli smirked, knowing that the excessive amount of weaponary in the house was more than likely a result of his daughter.

'' There's one missing.'' said Gibbs.

'' You're sure?''

'' Yeah, her service weapon. I'll bet that the bullet is from her weapon.'' said Gibbs.

'' Right, so we have an injured man and a heavily pregnant woman to look out for.'' said Tony.

'' DiNozzo, McGee, finish up here.'' said Gibbs. He turned and looked at Eli. '' Instead of standing there and doing nothing, why don't you contact your precious agency to give us a hand? Make yourself useful.'' snapped Gibbs, before walking out of the house, unable to stay in what was his safe haven without Ziva.

McGee and Tony looked at Eli. '' Sorry.'' began McGee, trying to excuse his boss' behaviour. '' He's lost a lot-''

'' I am aware of what my son in law has lost, Agent McGee. He is upset and if he feels the need to take it out on me, then so be it.''

Eli's phone rang, prompting him to answer it. '' Officer Bashan, my friend, thank you for getting back to me.'' he said, leaving the house.

Tony and McGee wondered about Eli answering his phone in English. They suspected it was for their benefit, as he said 'Officer Bashan'. It led them to think that Eli had already contacted Mossad before Gibbs' harshly worded request. They revelled in Eli's bravery in taking Gibbs' wrath. Talk about taking a hit for the team.

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Ziva groaned, her vocal protest muffled by a dirty rag stuffed into her mouth. She tried to push herself up, but failed as her head hit a ceiling of some description. She settled back down, wincing as her head pounded. She frowned as she remembered how she managed to end up tied up, gagged and in the trunk of a car.

Ziva woke up feeling refreshed. She had fallen asleep after she heard her husband leave for the day. After an extra hour of sleep she decided to start her day. She showered and got dressed before indulging in a large bowl of porrige - not something she'd normally eat but she had a craving. She was halfway through tidying up the house when she heard a knock on the door.

She moved towards it and opened the door, her cheery smile disappearing as she saw who was on the other side.

'' Shalom Ziva.''

'' Michael, go away!'' said Ziva angrily.

'' But-''

'' Michael, back off, I swear to God...''

Michael didn't take the hint and he moved to go inside. Ziva snapped and punched him, sending him falling down the steps of the porch. She slammed the door shut and locked it before moving towards the kitchen where her service weapon and an array of knives were kept.

She jumped as the front door was kicked ope. She turned her gun in her hand and she pulled the trigger, a bullet slicing through Michael's shoulder, her aim ensuring he wouldn't die but enough pain was given as a warning. If there was one thing everyone knew about Ziva, it was that she didn't miss. Ever.

Michael cried out clutching his shoulder as his crimson blood seeped through his clothing and fingers. His eyes darkened and he lunged towards Ziva. Her pregnancy and his wound making the fight a fair one. They faught hard, destroying the living room until Michael picked up a framed picture and caught Ziva around the face. She clutched at her face, giving Michael precious seconds to grab the discarded gun. He pointed it at Ziva, his aim steady and lethal.

'' You're coming with me.'' he said. '' I'm here to save you, Ziva. You'll understand better when we live this prison you call a home.''

Ziva wiped the blood trailing from her eyebrow down her face. '' Michael, I do not need saving. Jethro and I are happy. Leave us alone.''

Michael took two steps forward, invading Ziva's space. '' You're coming with me.'' he repeated, as if Ziva didn't say anything. He brought the weapon up to hit her over the head. Ziva fell onto him and he tucked the gun into the waistband of his jeans before carrying Ziva out of the house.

Ziva felt the car stop and she froze. Was she going to fight or do what he wanted? When the trunk opened it was clear that Michael had been expecting a fight as Ziva looked up to stare down the barrel of her own gun.

'' Get up, Zivaleh.'' said Michael softly. Ziva's ears detected the malice and danger behind what was supposed to be a caring tone.

Rolling her eyes, she pushed herself up the best she could, almost growling when Michael used his good arm to help her out of the trunk. Once she was up and out, she looked around, taking in her surroundings. She saw that they had travelled along a dirt road to stop outside a wooden cabin. There were many trees covering them, and even more as far as the eye could see. Ziva's heart sank. She doubted anyone would be able to find her, let alone hear her screams for help.

A jab with the butt of her gun made her move forward. They went into the cabin, an aroma of spices and pine hitting their sense of smell.

Michael closed the door and locked it before pulling the gag out of Ziva's mouth. '' Do anything silly, my love and I'll hurt you.'' said Michael, caressing Ziva's face.

Ziva nodded. If her arms weren't tied, she would have wrapped her arms around her belly... or snapped Michael's neck. '' Where are we?'' she asked.

'' An abandoned Mossad safehouse. There were a handful of people that know about this place.'' said Michael moving through the cabin, leaving Ziva alone. He eventually returned with a first aid kit.

He glared at the Israeli beauty standing in front of him. '' Patch my shoulder up.'' he said, when Ziva shook her head defiantly, he pulled the gun on her. '' Fix my shoulder or I'll shoot your bastard child.''

'' Alright!'' said Ziva, taking the first aid kit from Michael after he untied her. He sat down, the gun still in his good hand.

Apart from the occasional hisses of pain, they sat in silence while Ziva fixed up Michael's shoulder.

'' What are you going to do with me?'' asked Ziva quietly.

'' We are going to leave Washington to live in South America. I have contacts that can get us work.''

'' You do realise that NCIS will have a BOLO out by now?'' she said, finishing up with the gauze. '' We will not be able to get on a plane or boat without them knowing about it.''

Ziva stood, wiping Michael's blood from her hands onto her jeans. She was pretty sure what she was saying about the BOLO was true. That would've been the first thing Gibbs would have done.

'' I am aware. Which is why we are going to wait until you give birth before we move.'' he said, gingerly moving his shoulder around.

Ziva looked at him. '' I still have a while to go yet.''

'' If needs must, Zivaleh, I will hurry your birth along.'' said Michael darkly.

Ziva looked at him, a sickly feeling overcoming her. '' You wouldn't...''

'' I would.'' he confirmed, cupping her face. '' Do not test my patience, Ziva. I've yet to decided whether or not we keep your child.'' he said, walking away.

Ziva slowly sank to the couch at her knees. She would have to toe the line if she wanted to get herself and her baby out of this mess and back into her husband's arms. The problem was how long she could go, eventually she and Michael would come to blows, just as they used to do when they were a couple.

She leant forward as far as she could, her head in her hands. '' Jethro, hurry up.'' she whispered softly, tears threatening to fall.

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Gibbs briskly walked into LAbby, his strides large and purposeful. He looked at Abby, thrusting a Caf-POW! in her direction. '' What d'ya got?''

'' I analysed the bullet found and you were right, Gibbs, it was from Ziva's weapon.''

Gibbs nodded, a more pressing question on his mind. '' The blood?'' he asked, almost too afraid to. Although, the chances were that if the bullet came from Ziva's gun, it meant that she more than likely fired it. Part of him swelled with pride and argued that there was no way in freakin' hell that Ziva would allow herself to be shot with her own gun. The other part of him worried, Ziva's agility had decreased as her size grew, the possibility of her getting shot was likely.

'' It's not Ziva's blood.'' said Abby happily, noting the small glimer of relief on her boss' face.

If Gibbs didn't have a hold on his emotions, his knees would have given way. '' Whose blood is it?'' he asked.

'' I don't know.'' confessed Abby. '' Though I know for sure it's not Ziva's, it would have shown up if it was. I'm running a new search now for who the shootee might be. I've tried every database I have access to, so with a little McGee magic, I've widened my search.'' said Abby.

Gibbs nodded and hugged her. '' Thanks Abs.''

'' We'll find her Gibbs, and your little Gibbslet. Don't you worry.'' soothed Abby, returning the hug with the same force she was receiving it.

'' Call me when you have something.'' he said, gliding out of the lab. He stepped into the elevator to come face to face with Ducky.

Gibbs deflated, wishing his friend didn't feel the need to talk so much. '' Not now, Duck.''

'' Jethro-''

'' Duck! Not now.''

'' I know you're worried, Jethro. You're worried it's going to happen again.'' said the Doctor, referring to Gibbs' first wife and child.

'' Duck...''

'' Jethro, if you keep yourself in the past, history will repeat itself.''

Gibbs looked at his friend, his icy glare doing little to intimidate the small ME. '' Is that all you came to say?''

'' No, my original reason for finding you is to tell you that I know how far Ziva is. This ordeal could stress her body enough to make her go into labour.'' warned Ducky.

Gibbs closed his eyes, his day was just getting worse. '' Alright.'' he said, leaving the elevator for the squadroom. '' We're working against the clock. Tell me you have something.'' he said, standing in the middle of the bullpen.

'' We interviewed your neighbours, Boss. They didn't see or hear anything-''

That didn't surprise Gibbs, the neighbour on his left was a deaf 82 year old.

'' -Although, they did notice a black Ford hanging around the neighbourhood. They didn't get a plate.'' said Tony.

'' That leaves us with nothing.'' said Gibbs annoyed.

'' No, we can assume that this was a professional job, narrowing your list of suspects considerably.'' said Eli, standing just outside the bullpen.

'' Professional job? Someone hired someone else to kidnap my wife and unborn child?'' asked Gibbs angrily.

'' It is a possiblity, Agent Gibbs.'' said Eli, '' You seem to have a knack for pissing people off.''

'' Right, this helps us how?'' asked McGee, worried Gibbs' already tested patience would finally wear out.

'' The Officer I left in charge of Mossad got back to me. He told me that there was a Mossad Officer that had gone missing.''

'' So, this was an inside job. You ordered one fo your officer's to take her.'' accused Gibbs.

Something in Eli visibly snapped. He had had enough of Gibbs' verbal lashings. '' What on this planet could I possibly gain by kidnapping my own flesh and bloos? Yes, it is no secret that there is much discontent between us, but I would not kidnap her. We have just started speaking properly.'' said Eli angrily. '' You are of no use to my daughter and grandchild like this. You are quick to blame others with the barest amount of evidence, such accusations will cause you more harm than good.''

'' I have a lot to lose.''

'' I know, as do I. The point is, if we fight, we are wasting energy that could be used to find my daughter, your wife.''

Gibbs gritted his teeth, he hated it when Eli was right. And he did something that he'd never normally do. He walked away, his emotions beginning to get the better of him.

Tony and McGee watched their boss walk away, barely registering the Mossad Director going after him.

'' Holy crap.'' muttered Tony.

McGee looked at him and nodded slowly. '' Yeah...''

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'' Gibbs. Gibbs. Jethro!'' called Eli, following his son in law down a deserted corridor.

Gibbs stopped, letting Eli catch up to him. '' I should've stayed at home...'' he said, a lump in his throat.

'' What?''

'' Ziver, she asked me to stay home, like she knew something would happen.'' said Gibbs, his back to Eli. It was bad that he was here during this time, but for him to see Gibbs' emotions...

'' And what good would staying home have done?'' asked Eli quietly, really feeling for his son in law.

'' I could've protected her, like I'm supposed to.'' said Gibbs bitterly.

'' Or, if this really is a professional job, your body would be in Autopsy and my daughter would still be missing.'' pointed out Eli.

When Gibbs didn't reply, Eli pressed on. '' I know you are afraid, Gibbs. I see the fear in your eyes, alongside the anger and the hurt. As bad as this is, Ziva will be alright-''

Gibbs looked at Eli, anger radiating from his body.

'' Ziva has been in much worse situations, albeit not with an unborn child. Also I hear she has NCIS' best team looking for her.'' he said, noting with a small hint of pride that a new determination lit his son in law's eyes. They remained in silence until Gibbs' voice filled it.

'' I'm sorry.'' he said quietly, surprising both himself and Eli.

'' I do not wish to hear your apology. I understand.''

'' I meant about accusing you of taking Ziva.''

'' Again, I understand.'' Eli rest a hand on Gibbs' shoulder. '' Now, I believe I should inform your team of what my people have to say, yes?''

Gibbs nodded and led the way back to the bullpen. '' DiNozzo, McGee, Eli's got something.''

The men looked up as Eli began to talk.

'' I spoke earlier about a professional job, yes? I believe it is.''

'' Got evidence?'' asked Tony, listening carefully to what Eli had to say. Like the others, he was afraid, and they were running out of time.

'' It seems Gibbs' accusations towards me were almost correct, at least where people from my own organisation are concerned. I contacted Officer Bashan and he informed me that two of my Mossad Officers are missing.''

'' Who?'' asked McGee, warily watching Gibbs' hand curl into a fist.

'' Officers Rivkin and Michlan. One officer in particular stood out.''

'' Rivkin.'' snarled Gibbs through a clenched jaw.

Tony and McGee looked at their mentor. '' Boss?''

'' Ziva had a history with Rivkin.'' he stated plainly, though the team heard the anger bubbling very close to the surface.

'' Yes. Rivkin did not react well when it became common knowledge in Mossad that she was married. He threw himself into undercover Giza work, extremely dangerous even in Mossad. Most Officers that do that are not looking to return.'' said Eli gravely.

'' Like suicide?'' asked McGee.

'' Of sorts.'' nodded Eli. '' When we didn't hear from him, we assumed he had been killed.''

'' So, we're going after Rivkin?'' asked Tony.

'' Well-''

'' As much as I'd love to put the bastard out of his misery, there is no physical evidence connecting him to Ziva's abduction.'' said Gibbs.

'' Oh, but there is, Bossman.'' sang Abby, striding into the bullpen, her boots clanking. Abby picked up the plasma remote and clicked it, revealing Rivkin's face next to a picture of the blood covered bullet found in Gibbs' living room.

'' The blood on the bullet belongs to Mossad Officer Rivkin.'' said Abby.

'' Good, Ziva shot the bastard.'' said Tony.

'' Oh, that's nothing compared to what I'm going to do to him.'' muttered Gibbs darkly, his inner sniper locking onto his target.

'' Do not worry about clearing things up, Gibbs, I will deal with it.'' said Eli, pulling out his cell and pressing a number on speed dial. Gibbs moved over to his desk and pulled out his weapon, leaving McGee, Abby and Tony to look at each other.

'' What just happened?'' asked Abby, looking at the boys.

'' Gibbs just got a license to kill.'' said Tony. Watching as the two older men made their way back to the huddle in the middle of the bullpen.

'' Well done Ab-''

'' Hey, I only identified the shootee. I have no idea where they are.'' said Abby.

Gibbs looked at Eli. '' Any clues?''

'' You put out a BOLO, yes? Assuming he doesn't want to draw attention to himself, he will remain hidden, and in DC. Officer Bashan has just sent me co-ordinates to Mossad safehouses in Washington. Is MTAC available?''

'' Yeah.'' said Gibbs, leading the way.

'' What would MTAC do?''

'' We can pick up satelite images, find what safehouse they're in.'' said Gibbs. He and Eli rushing up the stairs.

'' Boss, d'you know how much-''

'' I have favours, Agent McGee and if that doesn't work, I find blackmail does.'' said Eli, his pace matching Gibbs'.

McGee, Tony and Abby watched the older men walk. '' You know, they're shit hot scary when they work together.'' said Abby.

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Ziva watched Michael pace back and forth. She had lost track of time, but she knew the day wasn't over yet. She had told Michael that she was hungry, but he didn't seem to hear her with the thoughts in his head. She had excused herself to the bathroom, inwardly cursing at how the windows were bolted. It scared her to think about how planned this was.

But now, her former partner was beginning to loose patience.

'' Why are you not in labour yet?'' he asked angrily, his black eyes flashing dangerously.

'' Because, it is not my time, I still have a couple of weeks to go.'' said Ziva tiredly, that wasn't the first time he had asked that question that day.

'' Can you not hurry it up? Make yourself go into labour.''

'' I can't. It is completely out of my hands. Why? Are you scared you will get caught?''

Michael struck Ziva across her already battered face. '' I am not scared.'' he growled, moving away as Ziva stood up.

She frowned as he gave a dark chuckle. '' But I bet your precious Leroy is.''

It was Ziva's turn for her eyes to darken. He had no right to mention her husband's name.

'' Yeah, I bet he is living through hell. I mean, he's lost one wife and child already... imagine the torment of loosing another set. I almost feel sorry for him-''

'' Shut up!'' snarled Ziva.

'' Touched a nerve, have I? Well, not to worry, I'm sure Jethro will stop worrying soon-''

Ziva threw a punch at Michael, sending him stumbling backwards. He moved forward and raised his hand to her but she blocked it. So, instead he raised a foot, kicking her in the stomach with enough force to send her falling to the floor.

Ziva cried out with pain, tears sprung to her eyes as she curled up, cradling her belly as best as she could.

Michael gave a smug grin. '' I guess we won't be waiting for long.'' he said, leaving her alone.

Ziva felt her baby squirm, making her feel sick. She groaned as a dull pain engulfed her body. As Michael heard her groans, he turned and stood over her, his caring, more human nature temporarily overthrowing the darkness and jealousy that had taken him.

'' Ziva, my love. I'm so sorry. I did what was best-''

'' Get away from me!'' gasped Ziva, tears leaking from her eyes.

Michael watched her flinch as he tried to lay a hand on her shoulder. '' Ziva...''

'' You wonder why I left you in the first place? You are an abusive, manipulative bastard.''

'' Well, maybe, if you did as you were told, you wouldn't be in this position.'' he snapped back. He watched as a wet patch grew around Ziva and his eyes lit up. '' You're in labour.''

He moved closer to her but Ziva kicked out with her leg, hitting him in the shin. '' Stay away!'' she all but growled as a contraction swept over her.

'' Fine, have it your way.'' said Michael, leaving Ziva completely alone.

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An hour later, Gibbs, Eli and the rest of the team, including Abby and Ducky were en route to a Mossad safehouse somewhere in deep cover, a cabin in the middle of nowhere, to be exact.

After the fifth infrared failure, Gibbs was sure Rivkin had left DC, but Eli still had two more safehouses on his list. The next satelite imagery showed the team a safehouse with two people, one of which was heavily pregnant. They tuned in, in time to see a harsh kick being given to the pregnant woman. After seeing that Gibbs stormed out of MTAC and had made his way to the parking lot, leaving McGee to grab Ducky.

They arrived at the safehouse quietly, guns drawn. They silently surrounded the safehouse, all wearing their vests, Abby and Ducky waiting by the car.

'' We got a plan, Boss?'' asked McGee quietly, clicking the safety off of his gun.

'' Kill the sonofabitch.'' said Tony.

'' Agent Gibbs, if I may. Going in guns blazing may take a turn for the worst. Let me talk to him.'' said Eli, his voice emotionless.

Gibbs scoffed. '' So you can get him out of the US without punishment?''

Eli sighed. '' You are going to have to trust me.'' he said, his words making Gibbs remember their earlier conversation.

'' Fine, but one wrong move and I'll kill you both.'' warned Gibbs.

Happy with Eli's nod, the team let Eli go in first and they followed. They walked down the hall to hear heavy laboured breathing and muffled cried of pain. Feeling restlessness from Gibbs, Eli held out his arm, silently commanding Gibbs to wait.

'' How long until the child is born?''

'' Urghh, I don't know!'' cried Ziva, pain crystal clear in her voice.

'' How about you let her go to a hospital, maybe they will get you an approximate estimate.'' said Eli, turning the corner, the team following him, their guns trained on Rivkin.

'' Director David.'' breathed Rivkin, standing soldier straight.

'' What are you doing?'' asked Eli.

'' Trying to create a better life for my partner. That American is not worthy of such a treasure.''

'' I told you once, Michael, I will tell you again. I love Gibbs. I always have done and I always will do, there is nobody better.'' panted Ziva.

Michael turned to face Ziva, his hand reaching for the gun in his waistband. In the blink of an eye, two shots rang out followed by Michael's screams. Eli and Gibbs lowered their guns, a bullet from each taking out one of Rivkin's knees. On his way to Ziva, Gibbs stood on Michael's face, shattering his nose.

'' Nice touch.'' panted Ziva, reaching for him.

Gibbs helped her up and she doubled over, clutching her belly. '' Ziv-''

'' The baby is coming, Jethro. Even with your driving I do not think I could last until we got to a hospit-AH!''

'' DiNozzo, get Ducky. McGee, handcuff that asshole.'' ordered Gibbs, holding up his wife as he manouvered them out of the room and to a bedroom.

Gibbs helped Ziva onto the bed and he closed the door, giving them a moment alone. He helped Ziva take her jacket off and he fluffed up the pillows behind her before sitting on the edge of the bed, taking one of her delicate hands in both of his calloused ones.

'' I have to admit,'' panted Ziva, '' I was worried you would not get to me in time.''

Gibbs bent down to press a kiss to Ziva's clammy forehead. '' Me too, but we're here. Your dad was great by the way.''

Ziva smiled before grunting. '' Jethro...''

Gibbs moved onto the bed so he was sitting behind Ziva, her head on his chest. '' Sh, not long to go. Ducky's here.''

'' And Abby?''

'' Yeah... like I could leave her at NCIS.''

'' Jethro?''

'' Hmm?''

'' I love you. I really do.'' said Ziva, as Ducky and Abby came into the room.

'' I love you too.''

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Eli paced the hall nervously. He had raised his daughter to be fearless, to withstand pain but the cries coming from the room at the far end of the hall were scaring him.

'' Relax, Gramps, she's alright.'' said Tony, playing on his phone.

'' Can you not hear the noise she is making? She does not sound fine to me.''

'' You try pushing something the size of a melon through a hole the size of a grape.''

Tony, Eli and McGee winced and they stood to attention when they heard a cry and a door swing open.

'' The baby is here!'' cheered McGee, as Abby came into the hall.

'' Yeah, it's so cute! Even if it is covered in gunk. Come see!'' said Abby, beckoning the three men along. They began to walk into the room when Tony kicked Rivkin sitting on the floor, making his cry out.

'' Don't move.'' he snarled as he disappeared into the bedroom.

'' Oh, Ziva. Well done.'' praised McGee, taking in the sight of Gibbs, Ziva and a newborn sitting together on the bed.

'' So, girl or boy?''

'' Girl.'' said Gibbs, a proud smile on his face.

McGee smirked at Tony. '' You owe me twenty bucks.''

'' Does she have a name?'' asked Eli quietly.

Ziva looked up from her newborn daughter to look at her father. '' Aba? Come here.'' she said, patting the space next to her, on the side opposite to Gibbs. Eli walked over and he sat down carefully, peering at the sleeping child in Ziva's arms. Ziva turned to give the baby to Eli for him to hold.

'' That is your grand daughter, Elysia Gibbs.'' she said proudly, watching as Eli cradled the child close to him.

'' She is beautiful... like her mother.'' he said, watching Elysia yawn.

Ziva smiled tiredly, leaning into the kiss that Gibbs was pressing to her head. For Ziva, this moment was precious. She never thought she'd be sat around a family she loved, presenting a daughter she never thought she'd have, to the man she never thought she could call father. She felt blessed and cherised, especially with the blue eyes marine by her side. She smiled happily.

She was complete.