Together in Paris

Chapter 2

"You can't catch me! You can't catch me!" Ibán taunted Tony as they played tag on the shore of the beach.

Tony tried to catch Ibán in his arms, but Ibán managed to dodge him every time. Tali was collecting seashells in the shallower part of the beach, and putting the shells she liked in a bright pink pail. Ziva was quietly reading a novel in Hebrew. She licked her finger before turning the page.

Ziva was suddenly hit by tiny flecks of sand. She shielded her face from the flying sand, and yelled out "Harah!". Ibán stopped in his tracks with a guilty look on his face.

"Ibán! What did I tell you about running in the sand when other people are around?!" She chastised him.

Ibán stared at her with wide eyes. He nervously scratched his neck.

"Answer me, Ibán. What did I tell you?!" Ziva demanded, glaring at her son.

"To not run when other people are around". Ibán said sheepishly. "I'm sorry Ima! I didn't mean to hit you with the sand! Please don't be mad at me."

Ziva's glare softened, at Ibán's apology. "It's ok, Ibán. Just don't do it again". She told Ibán nicely.

Ibán nodded his head vigorously, and went to go find his Abba. With a surprised scream, Ibán was lifted high into the air and turned upside down.

"Abba!" He yelled out, laughing. "Abba stop! Stop!" He laughed some more as he was spun around.

As Tony spun Ibán around upside down, he kicked some sand onto Ziva.

"TONY!!" Ziva yelled as she stood up, shaking the sand off herself. "Really Tony? Just right after I told Ibán?"

"Oh, lighten up Sweetcheeks". Tony grinned at her, setting Ibán down.

"One does not want sand being kicked at them at the beach". Ziva said hotly. "It is disrespectful, inconsiderate, ru–". Ziva was cut off mid-sentence when Tony's lips crashed onto her's.

Ziva momentarily forgot she was at the beach with her two children. She opened her mouth a little to allow his tongue inside. The kiss became steamy and passionate when Ziva's and Tony's tongue intertwined together. Ziva massaged the nape of his neck, and Tony's hands explored her body. They were only stopped when Tony felt something hit him on his back.

He broke the kiss, and whirled around to see what had hit him.

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It was sand.
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Both Tali and Ibán were giggling as they both held handfuls of sand in each hand. Tali threw another handful of sand, and it landed on Ziva's stomach. Immediately after, Ibán threw a handful of sand, and it landed in Tony's hair.

"Sandwar!!" Ibán shouted at his parents, as Tali threw another handful of sand.

Tony immediately crouched down and gathered a large handful of sand. He threw it, and it landed squarely on Ibán's face.

Laughing, Tali pointed at her brother, who was spitting out sand from his mouth. He whipped his eyes, and quickly gathered a handful of sand. He ran to his father and threw the sand at him, while Tali ran to her mother to do the same.

Ziva grabbed Tali by the waist, and flipped her, so that Tali was laying on her mother's lap. Ziva tickled her stomach and blew raspberries in the crook of her neck, as Tali squealed with laughter and squirmed about.

Tony grabbed Ibán by the elastic waistband of his swimming trunks, and shoved large amounts of sand inside. Ibán managed to break free, but fell on his hands and knees. Tony took that opportunity to take Ibán from the elastic waistband of his swimming trunks again, and drag him to the water.

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After Ibán was washed clean from the sand, Tony and Ibán walked back to Ziva and Tali. Tali was sitting in her mother's lap, while Ziva braided her hair into two side braids.

"What's for lunch, Ima?" Ibán asked, patting his stomach.

"Yes, Ima. What's for lunch". Tony said grinning, patting his stomach as well.

Ziva smiled. "Are my boys getting hungry?" She asked them.

Tony and Ibán both nodded together.

"Then, I have pasta and beef, with pesto". Ziva answered, pulling out tupperwares from her go-bag.

"Mixed together?" Ibán asked hopefully. "And the beef is cut into small pieces?"

Ziva handed him a tupperware, and a plastic fork. "Yes. Just the way you like it".

Ibán beamed at his mother, and sat down next to her eat. Tony sat down on the other side of her, while Tali sat in Ziva's lap.

Ziva handed Tali her tupperware, and finally pulled out her own. "Dig in everyone".