Title: Safe
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen
Characters: Ziva, Tony
Word Count: 288
Spoilers: General season 3 and 4.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, not being paid.
Author's Note: Betaed by the lovely Cha Oseye Tempest Thrain. For the 'attachment' prompt at ncis_flashfic and fanfic100 prompt of 'brown'.
Summary: Ziva fulfills an important role.
She was heavy and smelled slightly of sour milk. Although, that could have been the disgustingly chewed tail of the toy cow that was right below Ziva's chin.
Ziva tried again, but the moment she started bending her knees the arms almost strangled and the legs wrapped tightly around her hips.
It seemed that the child, Rebecca, did not want Ziva to sit. Which would be fine, other than for the fact that Ziva had now been holding her for half an hour. The human body wasn't meant to be angled this far off its centre of gravity. Rebecca wouldn't even let Ziva shift her to the other hip.
The tail went back in Rebecca's mouth and she lifted her head up, looking around the room. She was cute, Ziva would give her that. Big brown eyes, dark brown hair that was just starting to reach her shoulders and thick bangs. She would have made her parents proud.
One small hand lifted off Ziva's shoulder and pointed behind her.
"Dere."
"You do talk," Ziva said dryly, turning to see what she'd pointed at. Admittedly, Ziva wasn't sure just how much an almost two-year-old did talk, but she thought it was some. 'There' — at least that was how Ziva interpreted it — was Tony just sitting back down at his desk. At least he got to sit.
"Why don't we go and see Tony?"
Rebecca's face looked up at her.
"Yes?" Ziva asked again.
Not getting any disagreement, she turned and walked over to Tony.
She'd try to get Rebecca to go to Tony — Ziva couldn't hold her for another three hours.
Maybe she'd be able to convince Rebecca that someone else was safe.
--FINISH--