Summary: Slightly AU. Jenny never died, Ziva never went to Somalia. She is married to Tony for about two years and they have a four-year-old daughter. Contains some Jibbs, a lot of Tiva and quite possibly a case linked to a member of the team.

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS or the characters, but I do own this story, the idea and Ziva and Tony's daughter. I created her so she's mine :D


Special Agent Tony DiNozzo jumped as his boss hit him on the back of his head with a newspaper. Tony cursed in his mind for letting himself fall asleep at work.

"Get to work, DiNozzo," Gibbs growled. He threw the newspaper on his desk, shot one furious look at Ziva's empty one and almost ran up the catwalk.

Tony watched him go, his mouth slightly open. What the hell was wrong with Gibbs this morning?

He glanced at his fellow coworker, who's expression matched Tony's.

"Gibbs is in a bad mood today," McGee commented, glancing up the stairs when they both heard a loud thump which marked the moment when Gibbs entered Jenny's office, again terribly mistreating her door. He raised an eyebrow. "In a really bad mood."

"Yeah..." said Tony absentmindedly, rubbing the back of his head. "Ow. That one hurt."

"Poor Director," McGee noted. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere near Gibbs right now." He quickly look over his shoulder, as if expecting Gibbs to be sneaking somewhere behind his back, eager to smack him.

Tony chuckled. "He's fast, but not that fast, McGee."

McGee gave Tony a disbelieving look. He believed Gibbs would be just as fast and even faster if need be.

Tony interrupted his thoughts. "And Jenny can handle Gibbs. I'm more interested in what Gibbs will do when Ziva finally gets here."

McGee's brow furrowed. "By the way, why isn't she here?"

Tony sighed. "Maggie didn't show up this morning?"

"Your nanny?"

Tony nodded. "Yeah. And I feel really sorry for her when she finally decides to show up."

McGee looked at Tony quizzically, a question clear in his eyes, but Tony didn't see it. He was glancing out the window, his face thoughtful. When he finally looked back to McGee, the younger agent was still staring at him.

"Ziva looked like she would kill her," he informed McGee.

McGee made a silent "Oh," and went back to his job.

They were silent for about five minutes, which was unusual for Tony.

He glanced towards Jenny's office and saw the door opening just the moment he turned his eyes there. Gibbs stepped out, looking even more furious than before, if that was possible.

"Brace yourself, Probie," he warned McGee. "The bossman's coming."

McGee flinched like someone had just yelled in his ear. He glanced at approaching Gibbs with fearful eyes.

Gibbs walked into the middle of the bullpen and looked around. His eyes focused on Tony, who gulped and shot McGee a panicky look.

Gibbs stepped in front of Tony's desk and glared at his agent.

"DiNozzo," he started.

Tony stared back. "Yeah, boss?"

"Where the hell is your wife?" he growled.

Tony glanced at McGee again.

Gibbs noticed. "McGee isn't supposed to know where she is, you are!"

Tony looked back at Gibbs, stammering a little as he said his next words. "Well, she's, um..."

"Last time I checked, Ziva wasn't an "um". Whatever that is."

Gibbs is in a really, really, really freakin' bad mood, Tony thought. But aloud he said: "She'll be a little late today."

Gibbs glared a little more. "A little late?"

Tony nodded. Gibbs was starting to freak him out and he silently prayed for that damn nanny to show up already, so Ziva could get to work and save him from Gibbs. Unless she really killed that poor nanny and was now getting rid of the body.

"It's 10.00! It's not a little late! It's a lot late!"

Tony gulped again.

Then Gibbs turned to McGee. The Probie looked scared already. "Go get coffee."

McGee sighed with relief. "On it, boss." He grabbed his coat and practically ran out of the bullpen.

He pressed the button and waited for the elevator to arrive. It arrived and the metal doors opened with a ding, revealing the person inside. Or more precisely, two persons. They exited the elevator.

"Gibbs is really mad," McGee whispered to Ziva, then got into the elevator, being a little happy and a little sad at the same time. Happy because he could get out of there and away from Gibbs. Sad because he would not see Gibbs' reaction to Ziva coming to work and being almost four hours late.

Please review and tell me what you think of it and what you think should happen. Chapter 2 will be up soon. Oh, and please also give suggestions for Tony and Ziva's daughter's name. I'll put up the next chapter as soon as I get the name for her :)