Tony,

I'll bet you didn't expect this, huh? I know it may come as a shock to you, especially after how our relationship ended. But we were in love, Tony. I loved you more than anything in the world. And I know you loved me too. And she was made in the love. She was our happy ending. So Tony, meet Talia, your daughter. I'm so sorry for not telling you sooner. Truth be told, I wouldn't even be telling you now if i had a choice. Don't get me wrong Tony. You're a great guy, and I know you can handle this, but I didn't want you to have to. I love you Tony, with all my heart, just like I love our little girl. Talia's special Tony. And I hope you can see that. I hope you can take care of her like I couldn't.

I'll always love you.

Tony looked around, expecting to find something, he did not know what. He looked down at the baby, noting the slightly curly hair that was very short, Jeanne again.

Nervously sighing, Tony bent over slowly, and carefully grasped the handle of the carrier. Picking up the surprisingly light carrier, Tony also grabbed the diaper bag, settling it on his shoulder. Turning around and walking into his condo, he closed the door with his foot. Thinking of what to do next, Tony stood in the living room awkwardly looking around.

Spotting a semi-clean spot on his coffee table, Tony cautiously walked over to it scared of waking the sleeping child. Tony gently put the carrier on top of his GSM magazine he had previously been reading. Sighing, Tony ran a hand through his short, light brown hair.

'What am I going to do?' Tony thought. 'I can't take care of a baby!'

Grabbing the remote to his stereo, Tony turned on the soft melody of "Moonlight in Vermont" by Frank Sinatra as he sat in front o.l the baby. As it the soothing melody flowed into the room, Tony stiffened when the baby started to fuss. Squeezing his eyes closed, Tony braced himself for the unwanted, high pitched cry, but it never came.

Quickly opening one eye, Tony caught a glimpse of the now calm baby. Tony let out a sigh of relief, opening both eyes. Tony stood up, grabbed the diaper bag, and left to go to the Dinning room that was open to the living room so he could keep an eye on the baby. Setting the bag on the dinning room table as he sat down, Tony unzipped the bag and looked inside. He grabbed the ends of the bag and flipped it over...spilling its contents onto to the table. the contents included: two bottles, three pacifiers, two bibs, a little container of formula, five little outfits, two this baby blankets, and a piece of paper. Tony grabbed the piece of paper, flipped it over to see what it was.

"A birth certificate," Tony said.

Looking at the folded piece of paper, Tony contemplated looking unfolding it. Knowing he'd have to look at it sooner of later, he decided sooner was better.

Closing his eyes, Tony took a deep breath, slowly unfolding the Certificate and opening his eyes at the same time.

'Come on, Tony!' Tony thought to himself,' it's just a piece of paper! You already know who the mother is, its obviously Jeanne, she looks just like her! Why are you scared to look at a simple little paper? You deal with killers for a living, for Christ sake!'

Finally he opened the paper and looked at it. It read: Fathers name: Tony DiNozzo. Mothers name: Jeanne Benoit. Child's name: Talia DiNozzo.

"Talia," Tony said. He looked up towards the living room, seeing Talia , sleeping.

'Why does that name sound familiar?' Tony thought.

Tony squinted his eyes and looked up to the right, trying to rack his brain of any memories of a Talia.

'Aunts?' Tony thought. 'No. Cousin's, I don't think so. Mom? Nope mom's name wasn't Talia. Grandma? No, her name was Isabella. I have no sisters. Ex girlfriends? ..No...let's not get into that.'

Dismissing the name dilemma, Tony looked back down at the birth certificate. Date of Birth:March 14th, 2009.

'She's four weeks old.'

Time of Birth: 2:28 AM. Weight: 6 pounds 8 ounces. Height: 19 inches.

He sets the birth certificate on the table. He got up and walked over to the carrier setting down in front of his daughter.

His daughter. He couldn't believe it! He had a daughter, a little helpless, creature the he created, that depended on him for everything. It scared the crap out of him. He'd never had to worry, or take care of anyone else other than himself. He never thought he'd have kids. Tony raised his hand to the baby's face and ran a finger down the side of her face. Her arms contracted to the side of her face, brushing Tony's hand to the side. Her nose wrinkled in discomfort. She started panting rapidly, Tony knew what this would lead to from his movies. Crying.

A high pitched wail filled Tony's ears, he flinched at the outburst. Tony put his hand on top of the carrier and started rocking it back and forth, trying to sooth the baby.

"Shhhh, shhhh," Tony soothed, "hey, its alright. You're alright."

The crying didn't stop. Tony exhaled deeply, and ran his hands through his hair. He looked around, for something, anything, to make the Talia stop crying. He looked over to the dinning room table. The diaper bag! Tony got up and went to the diaper bag. He looked around it for one of the pacifiers he saw drop out earlier. Finding one under one of the bibs he grabbed it and quickly walked back over to the, no screaming, baby. He put the pacifier in Talia's mouth but she wouldn't take it.

"Oh, COME ON!" Tony exasperated. He dropped the pacifier next to the carrier. Talia kept crying, harder and harder with each passing moment. "Uh..." Tony didn't know what to do. He leaned over and pulled the baby blanket off of Talia's legs, and unbuckled her. 'Ah...but the handle's in the way!" he thought. Talia started crying louder. 'Screw it!'

Tony reached in hesitantly and put wriggled his right hand under Talia's butt, and then put his left hand behind her neck. Something he'd seen done in movies. He carefully lifted her up a little then moved her towards him. Once she was cleared of handle, he lifted her and held her against his chest.

It all felt so weird. He'd never done this before. He'd only seen people hold babies in movies, and comfort them. He didn't know what to do! A whole bunch of questions were coming to his mind: was she alright? Did she need to be changed? Fed? Was she tired?

He kept his right hand under Talia's butt to support her and put his left hand on her back, rubbing soothing circles, whispering, "Shhhh...it's alright."

Talia's crys started getting softer and softer until they finally ceased. Tony felt proud of himself. He'd soothed a baby all by himself, his baby. He looked down at Talia, her head was positioned a little lower than the top of his left shoulder, her head facing Tony's other shoulder. her left hand was balled up into a fist and laying on Tony's chest next to her face. Her breathing was steady and she would whimper every once in a while. Tony felt warmer with her next to her, he wondered how this could be, how a baby could give off so much warmth.

What was he going to do tomorrow? He had to go to work, and NCIS isn't exactly the best place for a baby. He leaned over, and started to put Talia back in the carrier, but as soon as Tony pulled Talia away from him, she started panting rapidly again. Tony put Talia back on his chest, and she stopped instantly.

He sighed. "This is gonna be a long night," he told himself.