A/N In Agent Afloat, Tony and Ziva had sex and this is set about three years later. Tiva and a little reminiscing about Jibbs too.
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Tony was staring absently as he walked down the Georgetown street with his fiancée Leigha. He heard voices jabbering behind him in Hebrew and his heart skipped a beat, Ziva?
He turned, but only saw twins, a boy and a girl, about four years old, talking and pointing at things in the windows. He smiled as he stopped and looked at them. Leigha was saying something, but she stopped when she saw where he was looking.
"They're cute," Leigha smiled.
At that moment, the girl burst into tears. The boy was talking quietly to her in Hebrew. She sobbed something back and he looked like he was going to cry too.
"Hey," Tony said to them in Hebrew as he approached them. Ziva had taught him some Hebrew, so he figured he could botch a conversation.
The girl said something so fast, he couldn't understand a word of it.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
The only things he could make out of the boy's answer were mom and where.
"Do you speak English?" Leigha was staring at them in amazement.
"Why didn't you just ask?" The boy said.
"Now, what's wrong?"
"Our Ima is missing! We were with this man but he hurt us, now we have nowhere to go!"
Before Tony could answer, a big Israeli man burst out of the alley and grabbed the kids.
"Jack, Sophia! Now, with me, or your Ima won't live to see you little loves again."
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Tony grabbed Leigha's hand and pulled her after them.
"Where did you learn Chinese, Tony?"
Tony faltered and gaped at her, "Are you serious?"
"What?"
Tony shook his head and kept pulling her along.
"We need to find those kids, Leigha!"
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Three hours later, Tony ran in to the squad room, he had dropped Leigha off at home and had instantly come back here.
"Where the hell were you, DiNozzo?"
"We need to go-"
"Yes, we need to go, we have a hostage situation!"
"Who?"
"Two kids of an unknown Navy personnel officer."
"Shit."
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A girl about eleven sat outside the Director's office. Cynthia eyed her from behind her computer.
"Anything I can help you with?"
The little girl jumped and stared at Cynthia, "Um, I'm looking for Jenny Shepard?"
"Oh. She died three years ago, sweetie."
"Then, um, Jethro Gibbs?"
"Why?" Cynthia asked as she picked up her phone to dial.
"They're my parents."
That was short, but it is late and school sucks. So….Review!