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Note - There will be some stuff written in Russian, beside it in parentheses will be the English translation. I'll write the Russian in the way it's pronounced, rather than in the proper written form. For the readers benefit of course, so you can try and pronounce the words if you'd like. ^‿^ Oh also bear in mind, I'm using google translate! So some stuff could be inaccurate... I don't actually speak Russian, but god I wanna.
As they walked into the bullpen, Tony Ziva and Tim froze in their tracks. The sight of a beautiful young woman in her mid to late twenty's, seated at Gibbs' desk. "The boss doesn't like people sitting at his desk." Tony was the first to snap out of the confused daze. "He won't mind." The woman smiled brightly up at Tony, while he and his partners moved closer to the desk. "I wouldn't risk it." Tony chuckled almost nervously. "I would." She fired right back, her attention turning to the man she was waiting for. "(Y/n)." Gibbs smiled upon seeing her familiar face, subconsciously taking note of the large winter coat slung across her abdomen. "Hey dad." (Y/n) grinned up at him. "Dad!?" Tim Tony and Ziva exclaimed with confusion. "Godfather technology." (Y/n) clarified for Gibbs, who was still smiling fondly at her. "What are you doing here?" Gibbs asked with a small tilt of his head. "Well..." (Y/n) chuckled softly, moving her coat to reveal her heavily swollen belly. "I wanted to surprise you." She hummed as she rose from her seat, taking Gibbs' offered hand. "How long?" He asked as he sat a gentle hand upon her belly, the rest of the team watching with found smiles. "Eight months." (Y/n) smiled resting her hand over Gibbs'. "He doesn't waist time." Gibbs teased, making (Y/n).
"Moya dragotsennaya zhena." (My precious wife.) A man mused in Russian, as he approached (Y/n) kissing her temple. "Moy neveroyatnyy muzh." (My incredible husband.) (Y/n) mused back, leaning back into his chest as he moved to stand behind her. "Movsar congratulations." Gibbs shook the man's hand with a friendly smile. "Thank you Jethro." Movsar mirrored the older man's smile. "We missed you at the wedding you know." (Y/n)'s smile turned a little sad. "I'm sorry." Gibbs bowed his head, feeling guilty. "No I understand, we understand... Your team needed you..." (Y/n) grasped his hands, smiling reassuringly. "And while the wedding was beautiful, I don't think you would have been a fan of the cold." (Y/n) chuckled alongside her husband. "So you got married out in the snow?" Gibbs shook his head with a playful grin. "I was going to send you pictures through email, but then I remembered who you are." (Y/n) joked. "Then I thought about sending them through the mail... Instead we decided to come and give them to you in person. And then we found out I was pregnant, and I wanted to wait so I could really surprise you." (Y/n) handed Gibbs a photo album, that Movsar hand retrieved from her bag.
"There are also ultrasound pictures... And a USB with recordings of the baby's heartbeat... I'm sure one of your people can help you with that." (Y/n) teased with a wink. "Rasskazhi yemu samuyu vazhnuyu chast'." (Tell him the most important part.) Movsar murmured into her ear. "Konechno." (Of course.) (Y/n)'s smile brightened. "Leroy... Dad... Will you do us the honor of being the little ones godgrandfather?" (Y/n) asked with hers and Movsars hands resting on her belly, her question fully peaking the team's interest. Gibbs was silent for a minute or so, closing the photo album. "Of course." He whispered softly, his eyes the tiniest bit glossy. "(Y/n)!" Abby exclaimed in excitement, rushing to the pregnant woman's side. Abby froze however when she noticed (Y/n)'s belly, a blindingly bright smile blooming upon her face. "You're pregnant!" Abby squealed before she hugged a laughing (Y/n). "It's been too long since we've last spoken." (Y/n) mused as she pulled away from the hug, holding Movsars hand. "It has." Abby agreed catching sight of the wedding bands. "Too long." She pouted playfully. "My dear you truly are radiant." Ducky mused as he hugged (Y/n) having been following Abby. "Thank you Ducky." (Y/n) smiled pecking Duckys cheek.
"Have we met before?" Tony asked Movsar with a thoughtful frown. "Movsar Evloev." Movsar introduced himself, shaking Tony's hand with a laugh when Tony's face lit up. "Of course!" Tony chuckled. "You're a UFC fighter, still unbeaten. You're a helluva fighter." Tony gushed a bit. "Ad lyubovnika tozhe." (Hell of a lover too.) (Y/n) murmured with a giggle. "Hey I still speak Russian you know." Gibbs frowned with a small shake of his head. "Sorry." (Y/n) snickered having genuinely forgotten that he could understand her. "So how did you two meet?" Ziva asked with a smile. "Movsar saved me from a mugger a few years ago." (Y/n) leaned over, kissing her husband's cheek. "Luckiest day of my life, the mugger couldn't say the same however." She added as Movsar rest his forehead against hers, peering into her eyes lovingly. "Awe that's so cute." Abby sighed as she leaned into Duckys side, her arms wrapped snuggly around his arm. "She dislocated two knuckles punching him in the face, before I could even intervene." Movsar added as he pulled his head away from hers, instead wrapping his arms tightly around her shoulders, hugging her close to his body. "That's my girl." Gibbs hummed as he sat the photo album onto his desk, handing Tim the USB. "Sure thing boss." Tim nodded with a smile, knowing exactly what he wanted. And within a few minutes the ultrasound recordings were playing from Tim's computer speakers. A smile etched upon everyone's faces.
*I used Movsar because I'm totally in love with the man... I have such a weakness for Russians... 👀
