A/N: Okay, so I'm not completely thrilled with this chapter, (actually I don't really like it at all) but I know an update is long overdue and I hd to write something fluffy after that episode last night, so I hope you enjoy :P And I am sorry updates are slow. 3

Disclaimer: I don't own NCIS...or Shabbat Shalom WOULDN'T HAVE ENDED THAT WAY...just saying.

Ziva woke up to find Tony's arm wrapped protectively around her. She smiled as she carefully unraveled herself from him and got off the bed. She checked the clock on the nightstand – 5:00, as per usual. It seemed as though however long she lived in America, there were some Israeli habits she just could not break – one of which is waking up before dawn. She grabbed her phone and checked her voicemail (she had one from Gibbs) as she walked into the bathroom.

"Hey Ziver, it's late, so you'll probably get this in the morning. You and Tony stay home today – help the kids get adjusted. And yes, that's an order. I'll call you if anything comes up McGee and I can't handle."

Surprised, Ziva did a 180° and crawled back into bed. There was now no reason to get up this early – even for her – and she knew she would need every minute of sleep she could get today. Stealthily she reached across Tony and turned off his alarm, and then she slipped back under his strong arm. She smiled when he instinctively tightened his grip on her immediately. Then slowly she drifted back to sleep.

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Jason woke up startled. He was in an unfamiliar room, an unfamiliar bed, with unfamiliar people. He got out of bed and wandered out of his room to the living area where he switched on the tv. Of course he remembered what had happened yesterday – it would prove to be impossible to forget. Slowly he curled up into the oversized sofa and flipped through Tony's HD channels before settling on Spongebob. He needed something to cheer him up today.

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Ziva heard her crying and her eyes shot open. She practically ran out of bed to assess the threat and see what was wrong - waking Tony up in the process.

"Zi! What's wrong?" He asked groggily.

"Carolina is crying and I do not know why." She said as she picked her up from her crib and rocked her slowly, trying to comfort her.

For a moment Tony just stared at the sight: Ziva, the love of his life, trying to comfort a little baby. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

"Did you change her and feed her?"

Ziva stopped rocking her for a second and mentally gibbs-slapped herself. "Of course! Why didn't I think of that?!" She sighed and walked out of the room. Tony chuckled - before realizing what time it was. He jumped out of bed and ran to catch up to Ziva. "Ziva! Gbbs is going to kill us we're so late and we have to get the kids ready too and-"

She smiled. "Tony, relax. Gibbs gave us the day off, so I shut off your alarm. He wante to give us a day to...orient ourselves."

"Oh," Tony realized, slowly ctahcing on as he noticed Jason on the couch.

"Hey!" He said, turning his attention to the little boy. "Whatcha watching?"

"Spongebob." He answered calmly and without enthusiasm. And for someone who was usually filled with it, Tony immedietely sensed that this was going to be a long day.

"Can I join you?"

Jason nodded, and Tony plopped down on the couch next to him, hoisting his feet up on the bench.

"Actually, i think we should have Ziva join us too, if you dont mind. But you're going to have to help me explain why the jokes are so funny - she's a little slow on the whole 'cultural ref-"

"I heard that!" Ziva laughed and carried Carolina over to them. She set her down on the rug and took her place next to Tony, snuggling into his chest. "Or have you forgotten I have ninja-senses?"

Tony winked at Jason. "Oh I haven't forgotten, believe me." He and Jason laughed.

"Fine. Then I guess I just won't tell you what I'm making for breakfast."

This caught the attention of even Carolina. "What is it Ziva?" Jason asked seriously. Tony looked on with equal inquiry.

"Pancakes." She shrugged, hiding a smile.

Tony turned to Jason with a huge smile on his face. "Did I hear her right?!"

"I think so!"

Tony turned to her. "What kind of pancakes, my ninja?"

She batted her eyelashes playfully at him. "What kind would you like?"

The boys said in unison: "Chocolate chip!"

Ziva laughed. "Okay, if you say so. We must run to the store though, because we don't have anymore."

Tony turned to Jason. "That okay with you?"

He nodded. "Let's go right now!"

Tony and Ziva laughed. "You know what? Why don't you help Carolina get dressed, and the n you can get ready. I need to talk to Tony for a minute."

Jason nodded and took Carolina out of the room.

"You really think that's a good idea?"

Ziva brushed it off. "Oh, it's alright. I'll fix them later. I just wanted to say that you're really great with him."

Tony smiled. "Thanks. You're not so bad yourself."

Ziva chuckled. "Well thanks. And now we better get ready to go."

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They entered the store - Tony pushing the cart, which contained both Carolina and Jason. Ziva walked next to him, scanning the store for any potential threats. She was to direct Tony away from any area she deemed threatening discreetly.

Smiling they made their way to the baking supplies aisle. Ziva smiled as she reached down and grabbed two bags of chocolate chips and a bag of flour. Tony rose his eyebrows in question as she did so.

"Since we have the day off, we should bake cookies to take to work tomorrow."

He nodded in understanding, and Jason and Carolina were excited. "With lots and lots of sugar?"

Tony laughed. "Of course! You can't have cookies without lots and lots of sugar. Don't worry- I'll make sure she puts enough in." Tony winked at her, and she rolled her eyes. They decided that since they were there, they'd pick up a few more supplies they'd need. Tony and Ziva picked up some chicken, macaroni and cheese, vegetables (much to the kids' dismay), and some bread and cold-cuts to make sandwiches out of.

When they finished paying and were about to head out the door, Ziva suddenly stopped the cart. "Tony."

His face showed alarm. "Yes?"

"Can you wait here for a second? I will...pull the car up to the front."

He nodded slowly. "Yes. Call me, okay?"

She nodded. "It might be nothing. I just want to be sure."

Ziva left, and walked slowly and carefully across the parking lot, one hand on her gun in her holster. As she approached the car she could see the someone parked in the car opposite hers, watching her carefully. Quickly she pretended to drop something nd bent down to look under the car, making sure there were no bombs. She then opened the car door and looked around. After assuring herself everything was fine, she backed out and oulled the car out in front - and what relief it was to see the three of them standing right where she left them.

Tony first helped Jason and Carolina into the car, and then loaded the packages in the back. Ziva didn't want to leave the driver's seat unoccupied just in case. When Tony was finished he closed the trunk ad walked over to the driver's side. "Zi," he said under his breath. "Let me drive. I think we might have a tail, and I need to confirm it and lose it."

Silently she nodded and got out of the car, switching sides with him. He turned the engine back on and drove away - making sure to lose the tail in the process.

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"Tony! You're putting in too much sugar!" Ziva laughed as she tried to grab the spoon from him right before he hoisted it above his head playfully. He turned to Jason and Carolina who were watching in amusement.

"What do you guys think?"

"More!" they both said, laughing.

Tony looked at her as if this proved his point.

"No, Tony. It's not going to come out right!" She knew it was a losing battle, but she didn't care.

He shook his head. "Are you the only one who knows how to cook around here? I'll have you know that the DiNozzo family recipe for chocolate chip cookies is second-to-none."

"Mhmmm." Ziva smiled at him. "Fine, fine, make it your way. But when they don't come out good don't blame me."

Tony stuck his tongue out at her, making Jason laugh.

Ziva's mouth dropped open in amusement.

He winked at her. 'Don't worry Ziva. I mean, unless you can't handle the sweetness of the Tony DiNozzo cookies, of course. In that case, Jason and I will eat them all for ya, right?"

"Yeah!"

"Oh, I can handle them just fine, Tony. It's you I'm worried about."

He smiled mischievously. "It's settled then. More sugar!"

Ziva laughed in resignation as he and Jason finished off the recipe.

"Okay. Now since these aren't going to be ready for a while, how about we get ready for bed now? By the time we're done I'm sure they'll be time to try one before we go to bed." Tony suggested.

"Okay," Jason said. Ziva smiled at Tony as he took him to give him a bath, and Ziva took Carolina.

About an hour later, they were finally done an ready for bed.

"Wait! Before you sleep!" Tony exclaimed, running towards the kitchen and selecting three small cookies from the cooling rack Ziva had placed them on earlier. "Here!"

He gave one to Jason, and gave a tiny piece to Carolina. He gave Ziva one, and he took one for himself. "Ready?" He said once everyone had one. Jason stared at him, cookie in hand. "Go!" Jason ate it immediately, followed by Tony, and then Ziva.

When they were done Tony and Ziva put them to bed again. They had decided to move Carolina's crib into Jason's room - it might make him feel more at home - and it would give them a little more privacy. Eventually, when they both fell asleep they practically tiptoed out of the room.

They went into their room and shut the door. Tony turned around sharply and pinned Ziva to the door. "Finally."

Ziva chuckled. "Tony..." She was unable to finish her sentence as Tony kissed down her neck.

"Yes?" He mumbled, still focusing entirely on the beautiful woman in front of him.

"...nevermind."

"Good answer." He held her arms above her loosely with one hand while the other trailed down her side, and his lips were on hers. He kissed her hungrily, mercilessly. She wrapped one leg around him and kissed him back - but it was crystal clear he had won the fight for dominance this time. He broke away and hoisted her up; she put her other leg around his waist as he carried her over to the bed. He set her down carefully and climbed back on top of her.

"I guess I should let you have lots of sugar more often," she mumbled against him.

He laughed. "Well, I saw you enjoy it too." He leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Can you handle this, now, Special Agent David?"

He sent shivers down her back. "I guess we'll find out soon, won't we?"