Disclaimer: See Part 1.

After leaving the hospital, Ziva had driven herself directly to the nearest Target store. A drive that would have taken a normal person ten minutes, she had made in four. Her shopping experiences in America and had never included shopping for infants, and shopping in America was quite different than shopping in Israel, or even the UK.

Now Ziva found herself standing in the middle of the baby department, surrounded by rows of onesies, sleepers, bibs, diapers, blankets, and a variety of other baby products. She wasn't quite sure where to begin. Ziva closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and thought back to the room at the hospital and the items stacked in the corner. There was a baby carrier, a baby snowsuit, and a diaper bag. She quickly performed a mental inventory of what had been in the diaper bag: eight diapers, two bottles, two onesies, one blanket, one shoulder pad, one pacifier, one package of baby wipes, one sleeper, one bib, and one bottle of baby powder. She did not recall seeing a hat or mittens or a changing pad. She would start there.

Gripping the handle of the shopping cart she had retrieved upon her entrance into the store, Ziva maneuvered herself toward a display of hats and mittens. She quickly picked a set of tiny pink fleece mittens and a matching hat, before moving on.

Thirty minutes later Ziva's cart was full of items that had not been provided by the child's mother, as well as several duplicates of items that had not been forgotten. As she made her way to the edge of the aisle and, more importantly, the checkout lines, Ziva noticed a large display of stuffed animals. A small animal in the middle of the display caught her attention. She removed it from the display, placed it with the rest of the items in her cart, and continued on to the checkout.

Ziva managed to make it through the checkout without threatening bodily harm on the incompetent teenager manning the till. It was a sad commentary on the state of American education when a cashier who had ostensibly left primary school could not make correct change. She would have to make sure that the same fate did not befall Tony's daughter. She finished loading her car and began to make her way back to the hospital.

Tony didn't think it should really be taking this long. It was just buying enough stuff to make it through the holiday. How long did that take? He realized that Ziva wasn't exactly a normal woman, but still.

This was the first time that he had been left alone with his daughter, and he was beginning to think that it had been a bad idea for them to have left him. His tiny daughter had a very powerful set of lungs on her. Plus she had fought her way through being put into her little snowsuit.

"Come on, kid. Help me out here. I just changed you. Gibbs just fed you. Please stop wailing." He paced across the room, with her bundled form in his arms.

"She is hot." He looked toward the door, to see Ziva standing there.

"Thank god. What took you so long?" Tony started strapping the baby into her car seat.

"There were many items that I was required to purchase. Some of them required more thought than others." Ziva told him as she began collecting the diaper bag. "My car is parked outside the front entrance. Has she been discharged?"

"Yeah. I have a very healthy baby girl." Tony said somewhat proudly, with a trace of something else.

Once they reached the car, Tony expertly buckled the baby carrier into the car, before turning to Ziva. "Would it be weird if I sat in the back seat? She's still screaming, and I don't want her to be lonely."

"I think that is very appropriate." Ziva said as she climbed into the driver's seat.

Upon arriving at Tony's house, Ziva and Tony both got out of the car. Tony unbuckled the car seat and passed it to Ziva once they reached the front door.

"Why do you still have hollytoe in your apartment?" She asked him, over the baby's cries, while he fiddled with his spare set of keys. Before he could use them, Gibbs opened the door.

"Your car open, David?" Gibbs asked.

"Yes." Gibbs brushed past them and moved out the front door where they could see him gathering items from the trunk of her car.

"It's called mistletoe, and my landlady keeps hoping she'll get me under it." Tony told her as he started to remove the baby from her car seat and her snowsuit. As he freed her arms, her wailing seemed to quiet. "Oh, that's it. Auntie Ziva was right; you were hot. There we go."

Ziva helped Gibbs to move the last of the items into Tony's apartment.

"I've set the cradle up in your room, Tony. You'll probably want her close by for now. I'll let Ziva help you get settled." Tony looked up to see Gibbs putting on his coat.

"Boss…"

"You'll be fine." And with that, Gibbs was gone.

Ziva took off her coat and began organizing the shopping. After a few moments, Ziva realized that the only sound was the baby's whimpering and she turned to look at Tony. Tony was staring at his daughter very intently.

"Is she alright?" Ziva asked, now very concerned.

"Holly." Tony said.

"What?"

"She looks like a Holly." Tony told her, glancing her way before turning back to the baby. "Don't you think?"

Ziva found herself looking at the girl before her in the same way that Tony had been looking at her before. Tony was now looking carefully at Ziva.

"Holly Caitlin DiNozzo." They both mulled it over before Ziva continued. "I think she looks very much like a Holly."

"Well, Miss Holly, I need to pass you over to your Auntie Ziva." Ziva accepted Holly willingly.

"Just Ziva." She told him as she adjusted Holly in her arms. Tony stood and moved towards the groups of bags.

"What? How much stuff did you buy?" Tony asked.

"I would prefer to be called Ziva. Auntie Ziva makes me sound like an old lady. And babies require many things. We have been over this."

"Ziva it is. Where am I going to put all of this? I'm going to need a bigger place."

"Yes, I think you might." Tony found the items he was looking for and took them into the kitchen. Ziva located another item and followed him.

"This is a gift for Holly." Ziva presented him with the small stuffed animal that she had found at the store. "You will have to excuse the wrapping."

"Plastic bags are the height of fashion." Tony told her as he accepted the small package. Ziva moved her free hand to Holly's back and began rubbing slow circles as she watched him unwrap her gift. He looked at it for a moment.

"I am sure you do not remember. It is a…" Before she could continue, Tony interrupted.

"It's a porcupig." He told her with a grin.

"Yes." She smiled back at him, before Holly began to fuss. "I believe she will soon need to be fed."

"Right." Tony looked at all of the items he had brought into the kitchen. He had removed several bottles and a can of formula from the bag. He looked up at Ziva with a look of panic that was becoming familiar to her. "How do I this?"

Author's Note: I'd like to make it plain that I did not name the baby after Lauren Holly. I was going to call the baby Katie, but I felt that it was a little overused, so settled on Holly. I then realized that she would share her name with Jenny's actress. But that's coincidental. I just think it's a cute name that Tony might like. Please review!