Chapter 6

Tags for 9x16 "Psych Out". Also an explanation to the rocking chair Gibbs was sanding as well as Ziva's baggy clothes. There wasn't much to work with for this weeks since it was a Gibbs-centric episode but it will do.

"Tony! Look at me!" cried Ziva as she struggle to get on her jeans.

"Wazgoinon?" murmured a sleepy Tony from his and Ziva's bed.

"I can't get my pants on!" moaned Ziva as she struggled with her zipper and button. "I'm huge!"

"I think you look beautiful," grinned Tony.

"I did not have this problem yesterday!" muttered Ziva. "It is like I blew up overnight! And my breasts! Those grew bigger as well!"

Ziva started to cry, and Tony laughed, pulling himself out of bed and pulling Ziva into his arms.

"Sweetcheeks, don't cry," said Tony. "Come on, you look so pretty. You shouldn't fret. Dr. Roberts said that this would happen eventually."

"I'm sorry, Tony," started Ziva. "It is hormones. I am sure."

"Here," said Tony, pulling a pair of black pants out of his drawer, "these are an old pair but I know they will fit you. I'll meet you at work. And later we can go shopping for clothes for you, how does that sound?"

"Sounds good," said Ziva, giving him a peck on the lips.

"So Tony, I see things between you and Ziva have worked out pretty nicely," said Dr. Cranston as Tony led her into the conference room.

"That obvious, huh?" grinned Tony sheepishly.

"When are you guys due?" asked Rachel.

"October," said Tony. "Look, Rach, I want to ask you something."

"Fire away," said Rachel as she sat at the conference table.

"Ziva and I were discussing names the other day, and we decided, if it was a girl, that we want to honor not just Ziva's little sister Tali who died, but Kate as well. She was like my sister too, and I just want to make sure that is alright with you."

A few tears were streaming down Rachel's face at this proclamation and she nodded.

"I think Kate would have liked that very much, Tony."

"Three thousand dollars?" cried Tony as he caught up to Ziva and McGee in the elevator. "I'm not paying them three thousand dollars! We'd have to pull that out of our savings, Zi. The money we were saving for-"

"For what, DiNozzo," came Gibbs' voice as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

"Boss, I thought you left!" said McGee.

"Only walked Dr. Cranston out to her car, McGee," said Gibbs. "My night's not over yet. What's wrong DiNozzo?"

"Accounting says I owe them 3000 dollars," said Tony, holding up the file to Gibbs.

"I'll take care of it," muttered Gibbs, grabbing the file from Tony's hands as he entered the elevator and the trio got off. "Oh, Tony, Ziver, stop by my house later, I have something for you."

"Sure thing Boss," said Tony, raising an eyebrow in wonder. By now Abby had been waiting by the door for McGee and the two took off, leaving Tony and Ziva to walk to their respective vehicles.

"See you at home, my little hairy butt," said Ziva. "Last one there does dishes for a week!"

"Oh you're on, David."

"Gibbs it's beautiful," whispered Ziva as she smoothed her hand over the finished surface of the rocking chair.

"Glad you like it, Ziver," said Gibbs with a smile.

"You really didn't have to, Boss," said Tony as Gibbs picked the rocker up off the worktable. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, DiNozzo," said Gibbs. "Now I can start the next piece of furniture." Gibbs pointed to several different sized pieces of wood in the corner and Ziva smiled.

"It is going to be a beautiful crib, Gibbs," said Ziva, hugging him. "We can't wait to see it."

"Go home and get some rest," said Gibbs, pulling out his tools.

"See you in the morning, Boss," grinned Tony, picking up the rocking chair and walking up the basement stairs.

"Night Gibbs, and thank you again," smiled Ziva. Gibbs hugged her again, this time pressing a kiss to the top of her head. As Ziva followed Tony upstairs, Gibbs smiled as he grabbed several pieces of maple and started to work.

Oh the joys of being a grandpa...thought Gibbs.