In which I decided to just post all these little one shots in one place from now on. This one also was born on Tumblr.

I guess I should just give up and embrace the reputation of a fluff author?

Ah, well.

"Now remember, that milkshake is a secret. Don't tell your mom when they finally get here."

The little girl grinned, nodding as she continued to slurp her milkshake greedily. Sucking until she ran out of breath, she released her straw with an exaggerated yummm, and looked up at her companion.

"I no tell momma," she implores solemnly, her face most serious. "Toda, gampa."

The older man chuckles, his light blue eyes twinkling with adoration and amusement, her expression reminding him strongly of her mother.

"You are your mother's daughter," he tells her as she goes back to sipping her milkshake, swinging her legs back and forth on the chair next to him. He feels his breast pocket begin to vibrate and he looks at his watch. Reaching into to his pocket, he glances briefly at the screen before answering.

"Speak of the devil," he mutters to his present company before flipping it open.

"Ya, Gibbs," he answers gruffly. The little girl observes him expectantly as he nods and listens.

"Okay, we're already waiting here," he finally says, and starts to gather their jackets and her toys, before grunting a goodbye and snapping the phone shut. Looking down at the little girl, he raises his eyebrows.

"Ready to see your mom and dad?" he asks her, and her brown eyes light up in excitement.

"Ken!" she exclaims once she's finished swallowing the rest of the chocolate treat. Chuckling, Gibbs gets up and the little girl imitates him, dropping off her chair until her dangling feet finally touch the floor. He smiles down at her, taking the now empty cup and walking over to toss it lightly into the nearest trashcan. Then he reaches out to grasp her tiny hand, and she looks up at him expectantly, revealing a toothy grin.

"We go see 'em nows?" Shaking his hand as she bounces up and down in excitement.

He smiles wide before he spins her around.

"What are ya waiting for?" he gives her a light push forward, and her eyes narrow in imitation of her mother's as she scans the suddenly crowded terminal briefly, before her face lights up and she takes off, running.

Gibbs watches fondly as the little girl races across the floor to his freshly sun-kissed and refreshed looking Agents. Ziva David drops to the floor just in time to envelope the little girl into a tight hug, and her partner bends to pick up her abandoned bags with amusement.

Gibbs makes his way over to the reunion, Ziva murmuring into the little girl's hair as they're still locked in a tight embrace.

"Boss," his Senior Agent greets him, the DiNozzo grin even brighter against the stark contrast of his tanned skin. "I'd say it's good to see you, but then it would mean vacation is officially over." Gibbs smirked, clasping him on the back as Ziva straightens up finally, lifting the little girl onto her hip as she continued to jabber excitedly.

"'Bout time you got home, DiNozzo," Gibbs tells the agent, "Little one's been gettin' anxious," he nods to his granddaughter, and Ziva smiles wide before inclining her head to pepper her face with kisses.

"We have missed you very much, tateleh." Ziva told her over her giggling. Leaning back, Ziva looks to her boss, frowning.

"She smells like chocolate."

Gibbs raised his eyebrows, shrugging.

"Huh. Wonder why," he looks at his granddaughter, "But we know not to have treats before dinner, right?" she nods her head all the while smiling. Unamused, Ziva looks at them, exasperated, mumbling something in Hebrew under her breath.

Taking charge, Tony straightens and shifts the bags he's carrying.

"Well, as much as I like standing around here, the flight from Tel Aviv is no picnic and I'm ready to get home; I don't know about you all."

Ziva makes a noise in agreement, and Gibbs takes some of the luggage from Tony's grasp before the group begins to navigate through the airport.

"So how was your cousin's wedding, Ziva?"

Ziva sighs, resting her cheek on top of her daughter's head, holding her close as they walk through the terminal.

"Lovely. The beach was more beautiful than I had remembered. And the weather was perfect." She nodded at Tony and herself in acknowledgement.

"Looks like it, hell of a tan for just a week."

"Yes, but it felt like we were away much longer." She conceded, looking toward Tony. They shared a brief look before he threw his around her, wrapping them into his side.

"Yeah, it's good to finally be back." He agrees, while the little girl lifted her head to smile at her father.

"I missed ya lots, daddy. And gampa missed ya lots too."

Both Ziva and Tony laughed out loud, until Gibbs' hand made contact with the back of Tony's head.

"I'm just sick of doing all your paperwork," he told them gruffly, as Ziva continues to chuckle. Tony rubs the back of his head gingerly.

"Feeding our daughter sugar, now violence." he lectures aloud. "Remind me again why we left so soon?"

Gibbs grinned as they reached the exit. Reaching for the door, he looked at his granddaughter, giving her a conspiratorial wink.

"Family." he said simply, and ushered them through the door. "Now c'mon, let's get ya home."