A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first fic, so it probably will not be that great. Thank you for reading!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own NCIS. If I did, I would not be wasting my life on here(:
DING. The bell above the coffee shop door sounded as Ziva warily shuffled in.
"Good morning!" the woman at the cash register rang out way to chipper for this early. Ziva just nodded in response, as she walked over to the woman to place her order.
"Hi there! What can I get you this lovely morning?" the woman sang. What is so lovely about it? It is 6 in the freakin' morning, Ziva thought. But instead, she replied with a tired, "I will have a double chocolate blended espresso."
"Okey dokey artichokey! No problem!" Ziva had to bite her tongue on this one.
She walked over to her usual corner seat in the coffee shop and waited for her name to be called. She basically threw herself down in a heap of exhaustion and wariness. Before she knew it, she had closed her eyes and started to doze.
When she opened her eyes, she jumped at the sight of two familiar emeralds staring right back at her.
"Oh my god, Tony! What are you doing?"
"Hello to you too. And relax. I am just getting coffee. Same as you. I was up at work till 3am too, y'know. Here." the Italian responded as he pushed her coffee towards her.
"Wait…work! Oh my god, I have to get to work! I fell asleep! How long have I been here? I cannot be la-" Ziva started into hysterics.
"Calm down already! You just dozed for a few minutes. When I walked in, they were JUST calling your name for your drink. But, if we don't get a move on, Gibbs is going to have our heads on his wall, so come on, Sleeping Beauty. Nap time is over."
Ziva rolled her eyes. "If I was not a walking mommy right now, I would slug you."
"Mummy, Zi. Unless you have something you want to tell me." Somehow she found the strength to slug him anyways.
"Alright. Let's go." he mumbled, attempting to ignore the lingering pain on his arm.
"Wait!" he called as she walked away.
"What, Tony?" the Israeli asked clearly irritated. "We are going to be late!"
"I just didn't want you to forget your coffee." he said softly holding her cup out to her.
"Oh", she stated feeling guilty for being short with him, "thank you." With that, they disappeared to their own cars."About time, DiNozzo. You better have a darn good excuse for being late.", Gibbs shot at Tony, immediately, as he headed to the bull pen from the elevator, coffee in hand. Confusion was evident on Gibbs' face as Ziva emerged from the elevator as well right behind Tony. "Ziva?"
Ziva looked at her boss with shame. "I am so sorry, Gibbs. I was so tired, and I have just been having a bad morning. It will not happen again."
"Don't ever apologize, but it better never happen again. But, I could have sworn I saw you signing in earlier this morning."
"No, sir. I just got here."
"Hm…I guess I am getting old quicker than I thought." DiNozzo was the one to bite his tongue on this one. "Well, hurry up and get settled, we have a busy day ahead of- is that coffee?" He was staring at Tony's cup.
Tony quickly tried to hide it. "Um…yeah. Sorry about that, boss. I would have gotten you some, but-"
"You too, David?", Gibbs interrupted.
"Yes. I am sorry." She replied, guilt once again plastering her face.
"Where from?" He asked, jealousy creeping into his tone.
"Charlene's." The two agents responded in unison.
"You mean, you two BOTH went to Charlene's?" Gibbs scrutinizing the two of them.
"Well, yes. But not together. I mean we were together…but not TOGETHER together. Not like on a date or anything. Because that would be weird. And against rule 12. And we always go by your rules. Except for this morning when we were late of course…but that will not happen again. Just like Ziva and I will not be getting coffee together again. Even though we were not really TOGETH-OUCH!" He stopped talking as he felt Ziva stomp her foot onto his.
"We both showed up at the same coffee shop this morning. By coincidence, I assure you." Ziva covered, calmly.
"I don't believe in coincid-" He was interrupted by a ringing on his desk. He quickly picked it up shooting one last glare at Ziva and Tony. "Gibbs."
McGee had been sitting at his desk silently watching the whole interaction. "So, what really happened?" he whispered.
"As much as you wish your little fairytale Lisa and Tommy would get together, McRomeo, it is not going to happen. Dream on."
"I never said anything about you guys getting together. That was all-"
"We've got a dead marine. Grab your gear."
Ziva silently thanked God for distractions.
"McGee, get the van and meet us in the lobby in five minutes. Take the stairs.", the silver-haired agent instructed as he tossed the keys to the younger man.
"Sure thing, boss." And he was gone.
"Tony. Ziva. You waiting for an invitation? Elevator. Now!" Gibbs demanded.
The two agents scrambled with their bags as they rushed to push the elevator button. The older man followed them into the metal box.
Tony and Ziva both faced the door as they descended to the lobby, hoping to avoid any conversation from their team leader.
They both let out an audible sigh of relief as the elevator dinged, indicating they had made it to the ground floor. Gibbs headed off to the right as the other two agents went to go sign the team out. Tony, with his curiosity, watched as Gibbs made his way over to a girl who looked to be about 15 years old sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, impatiently. The older man started asking the girl questions that Tony couldn't quite make out. However, he did notice the different expressions on his boss' face as the girl responded. At one point, Gibbs sat in the chair next to the girl and continued talking to her.
"Guess we will not be leaving immediately after all." Tony commented to his partner as they signed their names along with McGee's and Gibbs'.
"What are you talking about?" Ziva asked, confused.
"Well look over there. Gibbs is talking with some little girl. You know how he gets around kids. We may be here forEVER.", he complained.
"Stop whining, and who are you talking about? Why is there a kid in the building at all?"
"I dunno. Maybe she was a witness to a murder or something. Who cares?"
"Where is she?"
"Right over there. What is the big deal any-"
He was cut short by a gasp from his female partner. "What?"
"That little girl. I know her." She sounded frantic.
"You KNOW her? Well, that's weird. Oh my God! It's true! What you said at the coffee shop! You ARE a mommy! So, who's the father?" He taunted, not taking her seriously.
"Shut up, Tony. I am not joking." She noticed Gibbs standing up and heading over along with the girl.
"Ziva? We need to talk. This is Kinneret Zamud. Age 15. She claims to be your-" Gibbs started.
"I know. She is my cousin."