Together in Paris

Chapter 3

It was now four in the afternoon, and the DiNozzo family had to head home. Ziva took the empty tupperwares from her husband and two children, and put it back in her go-bag. Tali and Ibán cleaned the sand off of themselves in an outside shower, right by the boardwalk, while Tony helped Ziva fold and put away the beach towels.

"Ready?" Ziva asked her children as she hoisted the go-bag straps on her shoulders.

"Yeah". Tali answered. "Can we come back tomorrow?" She asked hopefully. "Abba has to teach me how to make sandcastles".

Ziva tousled her daughter's hair. "Of course". Ziva then crouched down so that she was eye level with Tali. "Can I tell you a secret?" She asked, grinning.

Tali nodded vigorously.

"Abba makes the best sandcastles". Ziva whispered.

Tali's eyes lit up, and she looked over at her father. "Really? The best in the whole wide world?"

Ziva laughed. "The best in the whole wide world". She tousled Tali's hair again, before standing up. She held out her hand, and Tali took it.

"Ima?" Ibán asked, while walking over to her. When he reached her, he flung his arms around her legs, and pressed himself against her tightly.

"Ibán, what is it?" She asked calmly, rubbing her son's back nurturingly .

"Can you play soccer with me on the beach tomorrow?" He asked, still tightly holding to her.

"Of course honey! I would love to". Ziva said. "And we can play that Cop game you love so much. With the water guns".

Ibán looked up at her. "Oh yay! Thank you Ima!" He exclaimed. He released her legs, and took hold of Ziva's other hand. "Can we go home now? I want to fall asleep early so tomorrow can come faster!"

Ziva laughed, and looked over at her husband.

"Of course kiddo." Tony reassured him. He ruffled Ibán's hair, and grinned at him.

Tony and Ziva shared a quick kiss before the four of them walked home, hand-in-hand.

~Fin~