Author: Alidiabin PM
Salim Ulman took one more thing from Ziva.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Family - Ziva D. & Tony D. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,157 - Reviews: 14 - Favs: 16 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 12-12-10 - Published: 11-28-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6513781
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Title: Maybe Baby Part II
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Warnings/ Spoilers: general
Summary: Amira Franks visits an older Ziva.
Maybe Baby Part II
Amira Franks stood in front of the 'DiNozzo' apartment. The DiNozzo of the apartment had died a couple of years ago, a week out from retiring from NCIS. It was now occupied by Ziva David his very long-term girlfriend. They had never married as they had only had bad examples of such unions including her parents, his father and his many wives and Gibbs. They had however gotten tiny tattoos on their ring fingers, the symbol of infinity.
"Auntie Ziva" Amira called. Her husband Kyle looked up even after five years of marriage and ten years together Amira's pseudo family still surprised him, for they were much more loving than Kyle's family that were all biologically related. Amira and Kyle's one year old son Liam made his presence known as he woke from his nap.
Ziva was of no relation to Amira, but she had called her Auntie since she could remember. Ziva and Amira's mother Leyla had formed a friendship due to them both being immigrants from countries torn apart by war and despite their opposing religions. When Amira, her mother and grandfather had moved to Stillwater after an incident only known as the 'Reynosa Incident' in which Mike's house had burnt down and Mike had lost a finger. Ziva, Gibbs and the other members of the pseudo family often visited Stillwater. The people of Stillwater always looked surprised when they saw Amira run up to a woman with a Star of David crying 'Auntie', they were only slightly surprised when Amira called the rest of the people including a Goth Auntie and Uncle.
Ziva was now all the family Amira had left except for her husband and son. Old age killed Jackson, Mike and Amiras' grandmother Shada. Gibbs like DiNozzo died a week out from retirement. McGee was still alive technically, in an old folk's home delusional for he was struck by the same terrible disease that killed Ducky's mother. Amira knew Ziva visited him once a week and they recalled cases from when Ziva was a mossad liaison officer. Accidents had taken Jimmy and Abby, before their time.
Ziva answered the door, a huge smile crossed her face as she realised who was visiting her.
"Amira, Kyle, Liam" Ziva uttered her elderly face lighting up, she look Liam into her arms. Ziva had always been good with children; Amira had always wondered why she never had her own. Leyla had explained it once, when Amira had hit puberty that Ziva could not have children of her own, she was almost completely infertile.
Amira remembered a little boy named Joel who Ziva looked after, for a few months when Amira was about ten. Mike had explained the American foster system to Amira, and that the little boy was the son of a dead Marine and that Ziva was looking after him until they found a guardian. The boy had disappeared from Ziva's side as quickly as he had appeared.
At the 'family dinner' the weekend after he left, Ziva had been quiet and drunk too much. Tony had shot her concerned glances. So had the rest of them but Tony's were more obvious.
"Stop it" Ziva hissed in Tony's direction. "I am allowed to have a drink"
"Ziva" Tony said quietly and calmly. "It's all right to be upset about Joel" Ziva took another sip of wine.
"I should not have gotten attached" Ziva uttered as she looked at her empty wine glass. "He was always going to leave" Tony got up and moved across Jackson's dinning room to her side. "I should not have signed myself up." His arms wrapped around Ziva. He whispered soothing words to her. Amira watched as Tony led Ziva from the table. They heard sobbing and Tony trying to sooth her from the hallway. The next week they had both appeared with their new tattoos.
Amira sat down and watched as Ziva played with Liam. Both Liam and Ziva were having a lot of fun.
"Oh you are so precious" Ziva uttered into the one year olds ear as she sung him a song and he clapped his hands. The quiet room was suddenly polluted with beeping and cell phones ringing. Minor swearwords were uttered which caused Ziva to cover little Liam's ears.
"I have a case" Amira said, she was the lead field agent of NCIS' Major Case team.
"I have to go into work" Kyle uttered as her checked his beeper "Major train crash" the surgeon uttered. Liam was completely oblivious to his parents and much more interested in Ziva's Star of David. He wrapped the silver chain around his finger.
"Liam" both parents uttered in unison both wondering what to do with their son. Ziva was playing with little Liam.
"I will take him" Ziva uttered as she bounced him on her knee.
Amira let herself into Ziva's apartment later that night. The case had been bad; there was a bloodbath with a marine wife killed along with her lover. The husband had quickly admitted it. Amira looked around the shadowy apartment for Ziva and Liam. The coffee table was covered in pizza crust and other mess probably from Liam. Amira noticed the open door to Ziva's bedroom. Ziva was half asleep with Liam on the other side of the bed.
"Thank you" Amira whispered as she sat on Ziva's bed.
"What for?" Ziva asked. "The pleasure was all mine" there was silence as Amira ran her hand across Liam's dark curly hair.
"Are you sad you never had kids?" Amira asked her eyes focused on Liam. Ziva shook her head.
"I used to be, but I was a part of lots of children's lives" Ziva said a smile crossed her face as she thought of Joel and looked at Amira and Liam. "I like seeing happy children it does not matter if they are mine or not" She looked at Liam as he slept and smiled, she had never had a child of her own, but watching Amira with little Liam was priceless and something she would not trade for ten of her own children.
A/N: I know some people asked for a sequel. So here we go folks. A semi happy ending. Reviews please.