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Summary: Judgement Day didn't happen the way the show wanted it to..Jen is still alive and she and Gibbs are finally going to get a second chance. What surprises do they face along the way? Who else is getting a second chance at love?

***This Time Around***

The sun was just beginning to rise over the Navy Yard, and one Special Agent was already hard at work in the office. It was said that he had done his best work at night, and that was true. Just as the overhead lights flicked on, and the quiet of the office turned to a familiar din, a young woman dressed in olive cargo pants and a black tank top stepped off the elevator, a tiny baby snuggled against her chest. She smiled at her friend as he worked feverishly on finishing his reports.

"Tony." she said quietly so as not to wake the slumbering infant. When he didn't look up, she tried again, "Tony." she spoke a little louder, thus startling the baby in her arms. The baby's high pitched wail caught the Agent's attention, and he looked up, his hands over his ears.

"Wow she's got a set of lungs on her." he remarked as his friend tried to quiet the now restless baby.

"That she does DiNozzo." Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs said as he breezed into the office, only slowing to drop a gentle kiss on his daughter's copper colored cap of hair. "Jen know you have her Ziva?" he asked his other agent.

"She practically begged me to take her this morning. I think Jen was in need of a nap." Ziva relayed, "It seems that Bridget has her days and nights confused. Yes?"

"Don't forget about the colic." Gibbs added. "Why did you bring her here?"

"Her mother suggested it. Don't worry, we will not stay to long. It is a nice day, perhaps Bridget and I will go for a stroll downtown." Ziva answered as she cuddled the now quiet baby closer. "We shall let your mommy sleep." Ziva dropped a kiss on Bridget's forehead, completely unaware that she was being watched by one Tony DiNozzo.

As Ziva cuddled tiny Bridget Gibbs, Tony couldn't help but wonder what his future children would look like. He pictured his little girl with big hazel eyes and curly dark hair like her mother's. He also pictured his son, a little boy with olive skin, and bright blue green eyes and the same dark hair as his mother. He couldn't help but smile at the thought of having children with the woman that stood in front of him.

"What are you smiling at Tony?" Ziva whispered over the top of the baby's head. "Would you like to hold her?" Ziva manuvered the baby in her arms ready to hand her over to Tony. The Senior Field Agent carefully took the baby girl in his arms and tried to imitate how Ziva had held her. As soon as he got it right, Bridget reached up and curled her tiny little fist around Tony's shirt. Instantly Tony felt his heart melt. Ziva watched Tony's reaction to the tiny baby with bated breath. A faraway smile tiptoed on her lips as she imagined for a second that it wasn't Bridget that Tony was holding, but their daughter.

"You look good holding her Tony." Ziva remarked.

"So do you." was Tony's reply.

Gibbs had no idea how it happened, maybe it was fate, maybe it was the fact that it was only 7am, or maybe it had something to do with his newborn daughter, but he swore that when he looked up from his paperwork at his two agents, something between them was different. Call it love, call it whatever you like, something was definatly brewing between Tony and Ziva, and Leroy Jethro Gibbs didn't like it one bit. That's what his famous Rule 12 was for. He was sure, however, that Tony and Ziva had already shot that rule to hell.