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"Hello Anthony!" Ducky berkata as Tony greeted him at the door.

"Hey Duck! Come in." Tony berkata as Ducky passed him a bowl of potato salad.

"Here is some potato salad for Ziva to use as a side, now where is the little rugrat?” Ducky asked as he wandered into the living room.

“Abby and Timothy are right behind me with lebih food!” Ducky berkata as Tim and Abby walked in the door.

“Hey guys, she’s sleeping right now but I will take anda up to her room and anda can watch her for a second. When she wakes up we can pass her around. I know I’m looking meneruskan, ke depan to having someone else hold her or...

“Micah,” Tony called after his son with a laugh echoing in his voice. “Micah, don’t run off too far!”

Tony and Ziva watched as their son ran with wild abandon among the jeruk, orange trees. He’d jump from time to time to see if he could grab an jeruk, orange from the branches above him. The trip hadn’t been planned. Tony had woken up a few days prior and had an overwhelming desire to go back to the grove that he and Ziva had spent time in not that long ago. He had told her that he was fighting for her then, that he wanted her to come halaman awal with him. They had torn down walls that day. They poured...

"We have arrived!"

The crowd in the yard turns to face the voice, and the group smiles at the approaching guests.

"You guys made it!" Abby shouts, rushing over to the family. "All of you, huh?" She looks to the small bundle in Ziva’s arms."Hi there little guy!"

"We thought he should start getting used to hanging out with the gang, so we brought him along," Tony jawaban looking down at the occupied blanket in his wife’s arms.

"Spending time with his family is not a bad thing," Ziva continues, slightly adjusting her hold on her son.

McGee walks over to his teammates and puts a finger out...

Here's the first chapter: link

This is the first half of the detik chapter. It's between McGee and Tony. The detik half will focus on Ziva and Abby.

I'm so sorry it took so long for me to write this, I've been really busy and my fic have kind of been on the back burner. But hey, when's that any different?

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

End of All My Tries

He rounded the corner and propped himself up against the hard, rough wall, trying to catch his breath.

This is so fucked up.

A vision of his future life appeared before him. A life of meals for one and sanding a perahu in his basement. Nothing had...