"Definitely not that one," Tony shook his head and tried to move on to the next page. As he slid his finger down the list, he glanced over at Ziva, who was staring at him. "What?"

"That is the fifth name you turned down in the last ten minutes, Tony," she stated. "You're going to have to pick one."

"And I did, but you didn't like it." Tony turned his attention back to the page. "So here we are. Ooo, how about this one?"

Ziva looked closely at the name. "Potter?"

"Yeah, you like those books, don't you?" Tony thought for a moment. "Those, uh, Harry Potter books?"

Ziva glared at him incredulously. "Not enough to name someone Potter."

"It sounds strong-"

"And if someone decides to give Potter a nickname for short?" Ziva waited for Tony to figure it out, and when he did, he let out a laugh.

"Potty? Yeah, no way that's happening." He continued down the page. "You see anything you like?"

"No. Flip the page already!" Ziva's eyes quickly scanned down the next page. "How about this one? Grey."

"What, like in the TV show?"

"It isn't a bad name, Tony."

"But it sounds so depressing."

Ziva laughed. "How so?"

"Just think of the color it represents, Zee-Vah." Tony put down the book on his lap and looked at her. "Grey. Then there's the color gray. If you associate the two then it's like this is one depressing-"

"Okay, fine, I get it." Ziva sighed. "And not Blue either."

"That name's already taken, I think," Tony added. He picked the book back up.

"Angel?" Ziva tried.

"Too common."


"Too 1970s."

"Are you saying that she'll be a hippy, Tony?"

"No, I'm saying it's kind of an older name."

"Are you saying Gibbs is old?"

Tony smiled. "And besides, we aren't even sure if it's gonna be a girl, Zee-Vah. Might as well pick something neutral."

"Or we can pick one for each."

"Fine." Tony's finger stopped at the last name on the page. "Here's one I like. If it's a boy, we call him Marco. Whaddaya think?"

"Sounds Italian." Ziva giggled.

"Then it's for sure gonna be Marco. Here," Tony placed the book into Ziva's arms. "Since I found the perfect, manly, majestic, awesome boy's name, you can pick one for a girl."


"That was fast." Tony glanced at the book. "You didn't even turn the page. And that's not even on here!"

"I like that name," Ziva stated. "It's very fitting."

"How would you know? We haven't even met it yet."

"Call it a gut feeling, Tony."

"He's gonna feel a gut feeling if you two don't get back to work," Gibbs said as he walked past them, going straight for his desk.

"Sorry Boss, we were just-"

"Put that name book away, DiNozzo." Gibbs said calmly.

"Right. Sorry, we were just trying to decide what to call-"

"Did you guys choose a name yet?" Abby called from the elevator, rushing through the doors before they had completely opened. "What did you guys choose?"

"Marco for a boy, and Jade for a girl."

"Aw, that's so sweet!" Abby squealed. "So you don't know yet if it's a boy or girl?"

"Not yet," Ziva said, excitedly.

Gibbs gave his three co-workers an an incredulously annoyed look. "All this fuss over a name?"

"It's important, Gibbs!" Abby insisted. "You should know that!"

"It really is important, Boss," Tony said.

"You can only name it once, Gibbs!" Ziva added.

"Yeah, but it's not a kid we're talking about," Gibbs said. "It's a puppy."