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Summary: Ziva and Tony have been married for six months and are trying for a baby. But one day, an unexpected visitor arrives at their doorstep and changes everything. Is she really Ari's daughter? And what is her past? T for sex and language.
Chapter 1
Tony was channel surfing, his head rested comfortably on Ziva's chest, her legs wrapped comfortably around his waist. It was the weekend, and still no murders were being committed. He was grateful for the time with his wife, and he was also grateful to be able to finally relax.
Ever since they had gotten married, Gibbs had been waiting for them to slip up in some way; as in kiss or do something inappropriate at the office, but they had not. Tony was almost certain that it had irritated Gibbs. Tony felt Ziva start to stir, her fingers gently running through the hairs on the back of his head.
The doorbell rang and her eyes widened in sudden shock. She had not anticipated being woken up by a loud noise like that. Tony untangled himself from her to answer the door, and Ziva followed out of both habit and curiosity.
As Tony opened the door, he looked down to see a little girl no more than six years old standing in the doorway. "Is this where Ziva David lives?" She asked, her voice small and her almond shaped eyes looking up hopefully at him.
"I'm Ziva." Ziva came from behind Tony and looked kindly at the little girl.
The little girl gave a half smile and handed Ziva a photograph. "I'm Arianna…I'm your brother Ari's daughter. I don't have anyone but you left."
Ziva looked at the picture in shock and then led the little girl inside. "Come in please." Ziva had a maternal instinct moment where she just wanted to take the little girl into her arms and show her all the love a mother should show a child. She wanted to spoil her and go shopping with her and she was getting ahead of herself.
Ziva once again looked at the photograph. It had her brother Ari, a Latin looking woman, and the baby, who she assumed was Arianna, sitting on a balcony. "So," Ziva began. "You are the baby in this picture?" She asked.
"Yes." Arianna replied. "When I was young, I was taken from them, my parents, and put in a think tank of sorts. I am extremely smart, smart beyond what anyone ever imagined I would be at the age of six. Ari spent years trying to find me, and he tried to get your father to help, but no luck. I at one point tried to call him but he declared that I could not have been Ari's child."
"Bastard." Ziva whispered.
"That's what I thought as well." Arianna freely admitted. "Long story short; my mother was killed when I was young in a car accident and it was just Ari and I left. I don't know anything about my mother's family, but it doesn't matter, none of them are here in the United States anyway. I ran away from the think tank because I did not like being treated like I was property and not a human being." She explained. "And when I got out, I did a little research on the computer, found out that my father's family came from Israel and other areas of the Middle East, did a little more checking, and found you." She explained. "But only once I hacked into NCIS database."
"You hacked into it?" Ziva looked down at the little girl in shock.
"Yes. It was not as hard as I had thought. I know exactly who put it up and what the password was. You need to tell McGee to change it." Arianna explained.
"How did you know it was McGee who set it up?" Tony asked, eyeing the little girl suspiciously.
"Well, it said he was the computer expert on the normal NCIS web page, so I assume he was the one who set up the database passwords and such. Do you want to know the password?" She asked him.
"Sure…why not?" Tony played along.
"It's Abby." She smiled triumphantly.
"Seriously?" Tony asked.
"Yup!" Arianna smiled and then sat down on the couch. "Are they in love?" She asked Ziva, who had joined her on the couch. By this point, Tony was in the Lazy-Boy in the corner as the girls sat on the couch and talked.
"Well…" Ziva was thinking up an appropriate answer to that. "I think that they care deeply for each other and it cannot be said for certain if they are in love or not, but I think perhaps they are."
"I need to meet them." Arianna replied. "I could tell you if they were then."
"You're a love expert too?" Tony asked her.
"Yes." She looked at him seriously. "I was in the think tank to study all forms of relationships. Couples were my specialty. They would put couples in rooms and allow me to observe how they interacted with each other; see why they were arguing. Once I had seen why they were arguing, I would give them suggestions as to how they could fix their marriage. Of course, an adult would pretend to be their counselor and tell them what I had told the counselor. Also, each nationality acts differently when they are in love. They treat their spouses differently. For example, I have taken note of you two; while Ziva lets you be more dominant, in truth she is the more dominant one. She likes to be on top during activities which require the two of you to attempt mating, and she leads when you two investigate crime scenes. She has saved your ass more than once and she allows you to sometimes feel you are in control by allowing you to walk in front of her." Ziva couldn't suppress the laughter.
"She is so right on." Ziva agreed with Arianna. "I am like that with you."
"But…but…" Tony was left there with his jaw hanging open.
"I did not mean to anger you Tony. I am sure you are the man in the relationship…But Ziva is the leader." Arianna explained. "There is a difference."
Tony nodded. "I'm sure there is." He got up and went to take a shower, dismissing himself from the ladies.
"I didn't mean to make him mad." Arianna felt bad now.
"You didn't make him mad." Ziva replied, pulling the girl into her lap. "He just likes to think he is in control, and you burst his bubble. He will get over it." Ziva explained.
"The only thing you can do is what you are already doing. Let him think he is in control. And maybe take dancing." She added.
"Dancing?" Ziva asked.
"Yup." Arianna nodded. "It is the one time he can lead in something."
"You are so smart." She stated. "I think you and I are going to be good friends. But what do I do about keeping you?" She asked.
"What do you mean?" Arianna asked.
"Do you have your birth certificate?" Ziva asked. "It would prove you were my niece and it would mean you could stay with me."
Arianna looked sad. "No. I don't know who has it." She replied sadly. "I don't even know which state I was born in, just that I was born here in the US."
Ziva nodded. "Well, I will look into it when I go back to work on Monday. It will all work out." She reassured Arianna.
She saw a little of herself in Arianna; the same big brown eyes. But the girl had straight jet black hair and medium skin; not too light or too dark. She was like Ari and her mom that way.
"Am I going to stay with you then?" Arianna asked.
"Yes, you most certainly are." Ziva replied.
"Thank you." Arianna smiled up at Ziva. "I was afraid I would be sent away."
And she started to fall asleep, and Ziva carried her up to the spare bedroom and tucked her in. Tony had been waiting in their bedroom for Ziva. "So, are you going to try to get full custody of her?" Tony asked.
"Yes. And you better get used to her, because as smart as she is, she is my family. You know how I feel about family Tony." Ziva plead her case.
"I know." Tony nodded. "And I will do it for you and for her…I will learn to get used to her. But does she know it was you who killed Ari?"
"I don't know. Ari's file says it was Gibbs who killed him, and she probably thinks it was him who killed Ari." Ziva explained. "But she will have to forgive me if she finds out."
Arianna was standing in the doorway. "You're already forgiven." She said her voice just above a whisper. "He was being a badass…" She sighed. "I read the file."
Ziva nodded. "Thank you."
"Welcome." Arianna walked back to the bedroom which was going to be hers and went back to bed. Soon enough she was going to meet the team…
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