Daddy's Little Girl

Daddy's Little Girl is standing there Pleading and there isn't a whole lot he can do
He knows he can't resist those Big Brown Eyes so filled with despair
He knows he can't just leave her standing there, he wouldn't dare.

Daddy's Little Girl is standing there Bare and there isn't a whole lot he can do
He knows he can't resist her frantic words that fall from Perfect Lips
He knows he can't just leave her standing there, upside down and inside out

Daddy's Little Girl is standing there in Doubt and there isn't a whole lot he can do
He knows he can't resist those Perfect Little Hands that wring in despair
He knows he can't just leave her standing there, he wouldn't dare.

Daddy's Little Girl is standing there Crying and there isn't a whole lot he can do
He knows he can't resist those Big Wet Tears that rest on Perfect Cheeks
He knows he can't leave her standing there in fear

Daddy's Little Girl is standing there Bleeding and there isn't a whole lot he can do
He knows he can't resist that Golden Heart so filled with pain
He knows he can't leave her standing there, lost and lame

Okay he says softly and she can't believe it was so easy.
She had been so prepared for struggle and heart break. But when she had put on her battle armor she had stumbled and fallen and was left exhausted.

the closest thing I have to a father is accusing me…

As those words had left her mouth she knew she was done with no more power left to fight, just exhaustion and heart break.

But he replied with okay.
And it was.

She looks at him determined not to dip further into weakness.
But it's too late.

She collapses and buries herself into his chest, clutching him, holding on to him for dear life. She jerks back embarrassed and ashamed at her weakness but he's not letting go. He cradles her head against his chest and tucks it protectively beneath his chin.
He holds her tight telling her everything he is unable to speak.
She lets out a few sharp gasps trying to hold on to a shred of dignity but fails. The stifled tears break against her cheeks and dash against his shirt releasing the noose that was wrapped about her neck.

Daddy's Little Girl is home.

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I loved the Ziva and Gibbs scenes but I wanted more so I wrote a little drabble. I hope you liked it :) if you didn't well that's between you and the evil crocs that I have sent to your doorstep. Any last words? If you review I might just call off the flying monkeys…but the crocs, well, I can't control them when they're hungry…