A/N: congratulations, I felt like writing an epilogue
Two years later
"You're going undercover."
"Again?"
"Yes, is that going to be a problem?"
"No, Sir."
"Would you like to know you mission?" Vance asked, opening up a file and handing it to Tony, who nodded and took it.
"I'm not going alone," he muttered after a minute.
"We needed two agents to act like a married couple, you two are the only ones I trust to complete the mission. And I know you acted married before, even when you weren't on a mission."
"Why isn't Ziva here now?" Tony asked as he continued to look over the file in his hands.
"I wanted to make sure you were okay with sending her in the field."
"This is as much of her decision as it is mine, and I am not about to make this choice for her. And I'm not saying anything else until she hears about this too." Vance looked at him for a second before pressing a button on his phone.
"Send her in." A second later the door to the office opened and Ziva walked in, coming to take a seat next to Tony. Tony handed her the folder as Vance briefed her.
"Why would I not want to do this?" she asked when the director finished talking.
"It could be dangerous," was all he said.
"And, I have never hid from danger before, I am not about to start now."
"I just thought with you being pregnant and everything."
"It just adds to the cover."
"So you'll do it?" Both Tony and Ziva looked at each other and nodded.
"Yes," they answered together.
Four months after that
"You are under arrest, for the murder of Lance Corporal Alex Forman, Lassie Forman, Corporal Barry Cattz and Shelly Cattz, and the assault of NCIS Special Agent Ziva DiNozzo. You have the right to remain silent, if you break that right anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you by the court." Tony watched as Ziva was loaded into the back of an ambulance.
"McGee!" Tony yelled and the younger agent walked over to him. "Go with the-"
"Yeah, I got it, Tony. Go," he smiled and nodded in understanding as Tony ran after the ambulance, jumping in just before the door closed.
"Tony?" Ziva mumbled, her voice slurred from the drugs they had given her, as her head rolled back and forth.
"Yeah, Ziva, it's me. I'm here, honey, it's okay." She gave a weak smile and reached out for his hand.
"Did you see what happened?" one of the EMTs asked Tony.
"No, I had by back turned. We were tracking the suspect and all of a sudden she scream, she never screams." He shook his head and covered his eyes with his free hand.
"How far along is she?"
"Eight months," Tony sighed.
"Sir, you have to be aware that the shock might send her into labor. She suffered trauma to the back of her head and it is possible that the fetus might not live."
"Don't say that!" Tony shouted.
"Tony?" Ziva moaned again.
"Shh, shh, it's okay honey," he assured, gently stroking her hair before leaning down and kissing her forehead. "Everything is going to be okay."
{{NCIS}}
"Tony?" Ziva's eyes fluttered open and she tried to look around the room. "Ow," she gasped. "Tony where are you?"
"I'm right here." She slowly turned her head, trying to avoid too much pain, to see Tony sitting in a chair, holding a balled up blanket in his hands. "I want you to meet someone," he smiled and stood. "Say hi to your ima." The small child reached out blindly as Tony handed her to Ziva.
"What happened?" she asked as she looked down at the little girl.
"Tyrenns hit you in the back of the head."
"That explains the pain in my head."
"And they did a c-section to save the baby. Her eyes weren't fully developed, but other then that, she's fine."
"What do you mean, not fully developed?"
"The doctors said that, if she opens her eyes, it will basically be like she's looking through a water glass. She's be able to see colors, but it will all look blotchy, no clear defined lines."
"So she is blind?"
"Basically, yeah." Ziva looked down at her child, who was still clawing at the air. She brought one hand up and into the baby's reach, where her finger was immediately captured in the small fist, making Ziva laugh.
"I do not think that is going to be to big of a problem. She is a fighter."
"Like her mother." Tony smiled and kissed both their foreheads before going back to his bag and retrieving his phone.
"Who are you calling?" she asked as the baby continued to pull at her finger.
"Everyone, well, Abby. Tell her something and everyone else knows within five minutes. Saves me some time." He shrugged and put his phone down on the table before sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Hi there," he cooed. "What are we going to call you?"
"Caitlin?" Ziva half suggested, half asked.
"No," Tony shook his head, his mind flashing back to his old partner. "What about Tali? I know how much your sister meant to you."
"No, and same reason as you." To many memories, she thought.
"Yeah. What about Kelly, though Gibbs might kill us."
" Pelia ," Ziva said.
"What?"
"It means miracle of God in Hebrew."
" Pelia," Tony repeated. "How do you know that?"
"My mother used to say me and Tali were her pelias."
"That's nice. And now you have your own," he laughed and softly poked Pelia's nose. She twitched and swung at Tony's hand with both of her tiny fists.
They were still laughing and playing with the baby when everyone, led by Abby, burst through the door twenty minutes later.
"Ohh," she squealed, running over to the bed on the opposite side of Tony. "Hi little baby," she cooed, bending over and gently taking her little hand in her own. Pelia ignored that and reached out for Abby's pigtail as it brushed against her face. "Ow, ow, ow." She pulled out of the baby's grasp and backed away looking hurt.
"She's a baby, Abbs, it's nothing personal," Gibbs laughed as he walked up and took her spot.
"Do you want to hold her?" Ziva asked, raising her arms so the older man could slip his hands under the small human's body.
"Hey there," he mumbled, rocking the baby slowly back and forth as he slowly walked towards the others.
"Have you decided on a name yet?" McGee asked.
"Pelia," Ziva answered. Tony smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, kissing the side of her head as the other's continued to fawn over their child.
"What does it mean?" Palmer piped in.
"Miracle of God," Tony answered, his smile growing wider.
"Can I hold her?" They all looked down at Mackenzie, the baby Palmer and Breena had adopted, now almost five years old.
"Sure honey." Breena picked her up and sat her down in one of the chairs before Gibbs stepped forward.
"Keep you hand under her head," he instructed as he set the baby in the young girls lap. Mackenzie held the baby for a second before Pelia started moving.
"Take her, I don't want to break her." Gibbs laughed and scooped the baby back up, walking over and handing her back to Ziva.
"So how did you come up with Pelia for a name?" McGee asked as Ziva rocked the baby back and forth, trying to calm her from all the excitement.
"Because she is, a miracle, that is. She is over a month early," Ziva sighed and looked down at the now sleeping child. "And she is perfectly healthy, almost."
"Almost?" Abby repeated the key word that changed everything.
"She'll be blind," Tony explained, "if she ever opens her eyes."
Ten years later
"Where are my glasses?"
"Right here."
"Where is here?"
"Come on, Pelia, I know you can tell where I am."
"Yeah, and you moved."
"Where am I now?" The older girl smiled and swung her arm around, catching her sister around the neck and slamming her into the ground.
"Okay, you win, here," Kiara choked out and held up the glasses. Pelia put them on and released the eight-year-old girl from her hold.
"Are you two playing nice?" came their mother's voice from down the hall.
"Yes," the answered together. Ziva appeared in the hall a second later, balancing five-year-old Azan on her hip.
"That does not look nice." She raised her eyebrows at them.
"She took my glasses," Pelia accused, pointing at Kiara.
"Be nice," Ziva ordered before disappearing into their brother's room again.
"Dad's home," Pelia said a second before the front door flew open. Tony didn't even have a chance to open his mouth to say hello before the two girls jumped on him.
"Hey," he groaned as his back slammed into the doorframe.
"Tony, you're home!" Ziva cried, running down the hall, Azan in tow. She wrapped her arms around both him and the girls as the small boy hugged his leg.
"Nice greeting party," he laughed as they all let go.
"You have been gone for a week," Ziva exclaimed as Tony shrugged off his jacket and hung it up in the closet.
"Yeah, well, Gibbs made it look easy."
"Gibbs made everything look easy," Ziva scoffed as Tony walked towards the kitchen.
"Yeah, well, you handed in your badge, that was hard enough to adjust to, and then less then a year later Gibbs goes and gets himself shot. At least it wasn't his arm," Tony laughed as he pulled a beer from the fridge. "So he can still work on that boat." He came back into the living room and joined his family on the couch.
"You hungry?" Ziva asked as the kids curled up around them.
"Your favorite," she smiled.
"Is that what I smell," he gasped and Ziva got up again and returned a few minutes later holding a tray of pizza.
"You made me pizza." She nodded and put the tray down on the table.
"Eww, there is gross veggies on it," Kiara squealed just as Ziva slid another tray onto the table.
"What do you say?" Tony prodded at the kids as they reached for the extra cheese pizza.
"Thank you, Mom," they all sang before digging in, each grabbing a piece that Ziva had cut extra small because she knew they wouldn't wait for help. She smiled and sat back down next to Tony. She turned on the television and started the movie she had prepared earlier before grabbing a slice of pizza for herself.
"So you survived without me?" Tony asked, quiet enough that the kids couldn't hear him, not that he was to worried, they were absorbed in some Disney move they had all seen at least five times before.
"Pelia passed her judo test and eye exam, her sight is getting much better. Kiara learned how to do a cartwheel at gymnastics and almost broke the pictures in the hallway while 'practicing', and Azan chewed his way through yet another sippy-cup," she told him before shoving the last of her pizza into her mouth.
"Sounds like they kept you entertained," he snickered, taking the second piece of pizza she offered him.
"Very."
"Still happy with where you went with life?"
"Yes, of course. Why are you asking now?"
"While I was away I was thinking about the case when we got together. How you were talking to the suspect and she asked what took us so long to admit the truth."
"What happened, Tony?" she asked, her tone suddenly very worried.
"Nothing- well, just a small firefight-"
"Tony that is not nothing!" The kids looked up at the sudden outburst from their mother., but brushed it off as unimportant when neither parent continued.
"What happened, Tony?" Ziva repeated, her tone more hushed then before.
"This cop that was helping us, he was shot and killed. Another was badly wounded. Neither had celebrated their thirtieth birthdays yet." He reached out and grabbed Ziva's free hand, giving it a small squeeze before lacing their fingers together. "It's times like these when I'm glad you left when you did."
"Are you thinking about resigning?"
"No, no. I'll end up like Gibbs in that manner, working till they won't let me anymore. It's just making me think about life again."
"Are you still happy with how your life went?" she repeated his earlier question.
"As long as you're here, I'll always be happy." She smiled and happily reciprocated the kiss he gave her.
"Eww," all the kids cried.
"Then don't look," Tony laughed before kissing her again.
{{NCIS}}
"Aww," Tony sighed, settling his head back on the pillow and closing his eyes. "I missed you so much, bed. Sleep isn't the same without you."
"Is there anything else that you missed?" He turned his head to see Ziva standing in the bathroom doorway wearing a red lace slip that he had bought her when they had first gotten married.
"Now that you mention it, yeah." He tried to sit up, but she pushed him back.
"Just relax," she muttered as she came to straddle his waist.
"What about the kids?" he asked as she began unbuttoning his dress shirt.
"They are asleep, just do not make too much noise…" she trailed off as she leaned down and kissed him gently.
"It's not me we really have to worry about," he snickered as she helped him out of the shirt. His mouth attached to hers again as he searched for the tie on the back of her outfit, tugging it lose before he rid her of her shirt.
"Ima?" Ziva jumped and rolled off of Tony, pulling the blanket around her body before staring bewildered at the door.
"Kiara, what do you want?" Tony asked.
"I am thirsty," she muttered, hugging her stuffed horse closer to her as she rubbed her eye.
"Can't you get it yourself?" Tony suggested. She nodded and pulled the door shut again.
"Oh my gosh," Ziva groaned, falling back into the mattress.
"You think she was enough asleep that she won't remember this in the morning?" They held their breath as they heard shuffling feet pass their door, and then released it when another door close down the hallway.
"How long should we wait?" Ziva whispered.
"She's probably already asleep," Tony muttered as he pulled her back into his lap. She giggled and leaned forward as she pulled at his belt buckle. She threw his pants and boxers off to the side and raised her hips so he could do the same just as another small voice echoed through their room.
"Abba, Ima, what are you doing?" Tony quickly pulled the blankets around both of the, before turning to look at Pelia.
"What is it, Aheve?" Ziva sighed.
"Kiara is talking in her sleep again."
"She will stop in a minute. Go back to bed." The little girl nodded and walked back to her room.
"Was she wearing her glasses?" Ziva hissed as she tiptoed over to the door and closed it again.
"No, we're good." Ziva walked back to the bed and was about to climb back in when Tony stopped her a hand on her stomach.
"What?" she demanded.
"Take these off," he smiled and snapped the elastic of her thong.
"What happens if we are interrupted again?"
"There's only one child left," he shrugged and hooked his thumbs in the lacy fabric, pulling it down her legs, since she had made no move to. She stepped out of them and onto the bed before Tony wrapped his arm around her waist, rolling her under him.
"Tony," she squealed, and they both froze, listening intently.
"What happened to staying quiet?" he muttered against her ear.
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize, it's-"
"A sign of weakness," she finished. "Yeah, I know. Just shut up and kiss me."
"As you wish," he smiled and did as she asked. Her she loosened her fingers from where they were grasping at his hair to trail down his torso, just as the doorknob rattled and the door was pushed open.
"Come on," Ziva gasped, her head falling back into the pillow as Azan shuffled into the room.
"Ima I had bad dream."
"Okay honey," Ziva sighed. "Go back to your room, Ima will be there in a second." The little boy nodded and turned around.
"I will be right back," Ziva muttered, moving out from under Tony. He sat up and ran his hands across her bare back as she reached for her robe.
"Promise?" he whispered against her skin before kissing the base of her neck.
"Promise," she muttered, standing and quickly running out of the room before she got distracted.