Tony walked up to his refrigerator, seeing a finger painting of a person on the door, "Heh." He grinned, seeing that it was another masterpiece from his son, his small red hand print marking his signature. He opened the door, looking inside, choosing a piece of pizza over a cold piece of chicken. He closed the door and took a bite of pizza and pulled the painting out from under the refrigerator magnet. He exited the kitchen and made his way through the living room into a long hallway where the bedrooms were. He came to first door, the name "Tali" in pink letters adorned it. He peeked in, his daughter asleep clutching her pink farting hippo doll. He ducked in, kissing her good night before moving across the hall to her brother's room.

Tony was careful to dodge the many toys on the floor, but successfully did, he brushed the hair from his son's forehead before pressing his lips to it.

Tony turned to leave and was surprised to see Ziva standing in the doorway, she was wearing a very short robe, her fingers teased the belt, letting the silk slide between them effortlessly. She smiled at him, giving him a seductive c'mere gesture with the tiniest wiggle of her butt and just like that, she disappeared from sight. He returned the smile and used the inner-ninja that he never knew he had in himself to cross the room without making a sound. He turned back, grinning at his accomplishment, but shook his head remember why he went all ninja in the first place. He turned his head and his smile widened.

Ziva was standing in the doorway to their bedroom, her back to him, she glanced back and stepped into the room letting the robe slide from her bare shoulders, it slowly slipped down her body giving him a peek of what was to come, "I guess we're going to bed early." He quipped with an overly big smile.

Tony's eyes flickered, scrunching his nose, feeling something on it as he slept. He felt it again and opened his eyes wide. His son's eyes were looking directly into his, "Hey, Daddy." The younger Tony voiced with a smile.

Tony yawned, "Hey back at cha, buddy." He smacked his lips together and closed his eyes trying to go back to sleep. Again, he felt something on his nose, making him re-open his eyes seeing his son's hand touching his nose, "What are you doing?"

"Mommy told me to wake you up, we're having pancakes!" Tony, Jr. exclaimed, "Chocolate chip pancakes." He grinned ear to ear.

"Heh." Tony expressed, "Good for you." But re-closed his eyes attempting to go back to sleep.

The younger Tony started shaking his father's shoulder, "Come on, Daddy!" He jumped to his feet and started bouncing up and down on the bed.

Tony turned over to his back and let out a small sigh, placing his forearm across his eyes, "Okay, okay, Daddy's coming, Daddy's coming."

"Yay!" The son laughed and leaped into the air, landing knees first into his father's crotch, he quickly rolled off the bed and hurried out of the room.

Tony brought up his legs, his hands protecting his crotch, he turned over, falling off the bed, landing with a thud and laid there gasping in the fetal position.

"Mom!" Tali shouted from the hallway, "Tony hit Daddy in the balls again!"

Ziva walked into the kitchen seeing Tali eating pancakes, "Where's your brother?"

Tali shrugged her shoulders and continued eating.

Ziva shook her head and moved behind Tali, pulling back her hair, "You have to tell your father what happened yesterday."

Tali rolled her eyes, "Ohhhh, Mom."

"Did you just roll your eyes at me? Really? How are old you?"

"I'm 7."

"It was a rhetorical question and you are only 6..."

"Going on 30." Tony added with a smile, "And do I want to know how you knew she rolled her eyes and weren't even looking at them?"

Ziva smirked, "How are your..." She asked delicately.

"Fine." Tony gritted his teeth and sat down gingerly next to Tali, "My own fault, I left them unprotected, I know how he is."

"Oh, did you get your pic..." Ziva began, looking towards the refrigerator, "Yeah, you did."

"He's a regular ol' Michaelangelo, ain't he?"

"You do know that's a photo of me, right?" Ziva questioned.

"Of course I do and I love it."

Ziva squinted at Tony, "How? It looks more like you than anything and to think, I posed for it." She laughed.

Tony let out a small laugh, "I know you did, I could tell it was you by the forehead, he put in your distinct v-shaped hairline. He knows his mommy." He smiled then looked at Tali, "But anyway, what do you need to tell me, Princess?"

Suddenly, Junior ran into the kitchen completely naked and ran around the kitchen table twice before darting back out of the kitchen.

"What a dork." Tali shook her head.

Tony and Ziva looked at one around and just laughed.

"I'll get him." Tony hopped to his feet, taking a huge step towards the door, but stopped and slid his left hand into the back of Ziva's hair, turning her head to meet his lips, he kissed her with every ounce of passion in his body, "You work today?"

Ziva shook her head no.

"Pity." He said with sadness in his voice before kissing her again, "My last kiss until tonight then. Love you." His fingers fell from her hair and he was gone.

Ziva smiled and turned back to finish Tali's hair. She squeezed and patted her on the shoulders, "Okay, go help your father and give him a kiss goodbye before he goes to work." She said, giving her pat on the butt sending her off towards the door, "And Tali."

Tali turned back to her mother.

"You do not hit people."

"But Mom..."

"Yes, she was being a bully, but their are other means than violence, do you understand me?"

Tali nodded with a sad look on her face and slowly left the room.

Ziva slammed through a set of double doors rushing past a redheaded woman inside the hospital, "Mrs. DiNozzo?"

Ziva stopped, looking back at the woman, her shirt and hands were covered in blood. She squinted hard at the woman, "Don't I know you?"

"Yes."

"Where is my husband?"

"I'm so sorry." The redheaded woman began to cry.

Ziva grabbed a hold of the redheaded woman's upper arm's tightly, "WHERE IS MY HUSBAND!"

"He's over here, Ziva." Gibbs called out and Ziva ran over to him.

"McGee said Tony got shot, Gibbs...is he okay?" Ziva's eyes began to water.

Gibbs lifted his arm, placing it on her shoulder and walked her into a room and flung back the curtain.

Tony was laying on his side, "Hey, babycakes." He called out with a smile, reaching out, pawing out to her, but got distracted by his own hand for a few seconds, "Ziva! Hey, what brings you here?" His head wobbling.

Ziva let out a deep sigh of relief and moved over to him, taking his cheeks in her hands kissing him multiple times, "What happened?"

"I shot him." A voice called out, making Ziva and Gibbs turn back seeing the redhead in the doorway.

Tony started to laugh, "My ass is assering." His laughter got louder and louder.

"His ass is what?" Ziva looked back at Tony, looking complete and utterly confused.

"Just the ass, Ma'am." Tony continued to laugh, in his own little world.

"Agent Clatta accidentally shot him in the ass, Ziva." Gibbs couldn't help but chuckle.

Author Note - Don't give up, don't ever give up. Keep up the good fight, Dad.