A/N: Here is the sequel of Chance Meeting (a short story on how the two met in this AU). This can be read on its own but their meeting is amusing (subtly promoting my story). C'mon, of course it is! The first time they met on the show Ziva asked if Tony was 'having phone sex'. How could it not be amusing. These will be a series of chronological one-shots all following the same storyline. I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: Fortunately my Easter present this year was a Wispa Egg! Unfortunately it was not NCIS :(

The next time Tony DiNozzo saw Ziva David he was sat in his Grade 1 classroom completing the maths workbook they'd been given. The younger girl crept into the room and stood silently in front of the teacher. Being near the teacher's desk gave him the opportunity to eavesdrop.

"Hey, sweetie, are you okay?"

"I am fine," Ziva replied in her accented voice. "Miss Bingham told me to wait for her in this room. I am from Kipper-Garden."

"Kindergarten?" Mrs Lowe

Ziva frowned. "That too."

"Okay, hun-,"

"My name is Ziva, not sweetie or hun."

The teacher let go of an exasperated sigh. "Okay, Ziva, why don't you go and sit down next to Tony."

Ziva sat down not too gently onto the chair next to the familiar looking boy. Tony gaped silently at her for a moment before regaining his cool. "Zee-vah Da-veed," he grinned happily. "Why are you here? You're only 4!"

Ziva grinned back at the boy placing his face at one of her Papa's business events. "I will only be 4 for a short while. I am 5 in November. And Papa says 5 is too old for Kipper-Garten. You have got question 4 wrong. Three plus four is seven not eight."

Tony sighed. "It's eight, Ziva, I should know."

"It is seven, Tony, I am correct."

"How do you know? You're four!"

"Because if you have four," Ziva held up four fingers. "And add one, two, three," she added three fingers. "You get seven. Count them if you do not believe me."

Making a show of counting them Tony was planning how loudly to prove her wrong when he reached seven in his mind. Face scrunching up in confusion and embarrassment he quickly recounted. Then he turned back to his work scrubbing the wrong answer out with an eroded rubber and hurriedly scrawling a messy seven in the too small box.

"That was pay-neck for proving me wrong with the wimp word," Ziva giggled.

"Payback," Tony stated gleefully, happy she wasn't good at something.

The teacher quietly called for the two children to return to the work. Mrs Lowe passed Ziva a workbook so she had something to look at, doubting the small child would be able to do any of the work. A couple of minutes passed in 'silence' – no first grade classroom had ever been fully silent before – when Miss Bingham from Kindergarten popped in, had a brief discussion with Mrs Lowe in hushed tones and then left to return to the children she'd left napping next door. Mrs Lowe subtly watched the new addition to her class carefully. The child was small for her age of 4, her feet dangling way off the floor unlike the boy next to her. He was taller and leant imposingly into her personal space. Ziva did not mind, pushing him away when he got too annoying. At least bullying won't be a problem, Mrs Lowe thought gladly.

Tony watched his new friend out of the corner of his eye. He leant over to glance at her answer she was quickly scratching in the boxes with neat little numbers. She met his eye and smiled. Tony smirked back. He was glad she was here. Harry had gone to another school meaning her barely knew anyone here. But with Ziva he'd be fine. Even if she was a girl!

Ziva too gazed at Tony, also glad she wasn't alone. Especially since everybody here seemed to tower over her. Papa may have said she should not be afraid but school was scary! Only a little scary. However, Tony was nice, friendly and familiar. She was happy to have him by her side, even if he did correct her English all the time. She would bet he couldn't say one word of Hebrew though.

The bell rang causing Ziva to jump. "It's just the bell. That tells us when break time and lunch time will be," he explained. "I wish it was lunch because I want you to see my Magnum PI lunch box. My mummy bought it for me last weekend and daddy thought it was really cool."

"Quieten down, class," Mrs Lowe ordered softly. "It's break time now so you can go out on the playground for a run about. Be sensible everyone."

Tony latched onto Ziva's hand pulling her out of the room almost before Mrs Lowe finished speaking. "I saw the playground on my way in and it looks awesome! Mummy told me about the bells and the playground. She said I had to think of school as an adventure."

"Adventure?"

"A story filled with action and exciting things... Like movies!"

The two children stopped at the edge of the playground to look around. It was a big expanse of outdoors filled with shrieking and playing kids. Most were older and taller than Tony while ALL were older and taller than Ziva. Tony looked down at the faded white line of the football (soccer) pitch. "One small step for kids..."

"...One pie-ant leap for first grade-kind."

Tony looked at Ziva for a moment eyebrows comically pulled together as he contemplated her statement. Then he shrugged. "Close enough," he grinned.

TBC