A/N. hi I felt like writing a sequel.

Alayah's POV

"Keanu Ashton Rivers-David-DiNozzo! Do not run off like that again!" Ziva scolded, catching up to him in the bull pen. Nu was now almost two and he loved to run, run away.

"Sorry Mummy," Nu put on his puppy-dog face. Of course Ziva wasn't actually his mum; she was our adopted mother after our parents were killed.

"It is a good thing you are so cute or you would be in a lot of trouble."

"Hurry up you two," Gibbs walked in the squad room and pointed to Tony and Ziva, "We've got a dead marine in a National Park." Everyone left leaving me alone in the squad room with Nu.

"Hey. How's my favourite 'granddaughter'?" Jenny walked down the stairs from MTAC. She wasn't my grandmother but she was the closest thing I've ever had.

"Hey Jenny!" I squealed and ran over to her. She gave me a hug before walking further into the squad room and picking Nu up. "What case are Mum and Dad working on?" I asked Jenny. I had started calling Tony and Ziva 'Mum' and 'Dad' a little while ago but I didn't do it all the time.

"A marine was hung from the monkey bars in a national park," She whispered, "But you know I'm not aloud to tell you that."

"Would I tell?" I asked mischievously and pretended to zip my lips closed and throw the key away. "Well I'm gonna go down to see Abby. Is Nu staying here with you?" I asked and she nodded, "Haha. Lol that rhymed, 'Is Nu staying here with you?'" I laughed to myself. Jenny shook her head and walked away slowly with Nu pressed closely to her chest in mock horror.

I walked into the elevator and pressed the button to take me to Abby's lab. When the door dinged open Abby was standing right in front of me with a frown on her face. "What's wrong Abs?" I asked.

She held up her watch, "You're three minutes late."

"What? Is there a certain time I have to be here or something?"

"No, you just always come exactly seven minutes after you get here," She stated.

"I do?"

"Yes," Abby turned around and walked back into the lab.

"So whatcha working on?" I asked looking at the plasma screen on the wall.

"I can't tell you about federal cases. Which is why I can't tell you that a gunny sergeant went crazy on happy pills and murdered almost every animal in a petting zoo at a party and no one else was hurt," Abby said in fake seriousness.

"No you better not tell me that," I said mocking her tone, "I might have nightmare," I giggled.

I spent the rest of my Saturday with Abby, helping her label evidence jars, typing out codes and translating different languages. I learnt Russian at my school, Tony was teaching me Italian, Ziva was teaching me Hebrew and Abby and I spoke pig-Latin and Gibberish just for fuhthegudge-uhtheging unfay.

"Hey kiddo," Tony walked into the lab.

"Hey Dad!" I ran over and hugged him. "Why are you back so early? You can't have solved the case already," I cocked my head to the side.

"No. We are far from solving the case," he confirmed, "Actually we need your help on something."

I clapped my hands, "Yay. What do you need?"

"We need to go undercover. All of us, Ziva, Me, You and Nu," He told me.

"Yes! I thought this day would never come!" I was jumping around like a crazy person.

"Well what are you waiting for? We have to go talk to everyone and get ready," he shooed me out of the lab and up to MTAC.

The meeting took ages. Eventually it ended. We start tomorrow, moving into a undercover house, much to Ziva's disappointment she has to stay home all day and watch to monitors there and Tony gets to come to NCIS everyday because he is a 'Mechanic', I have a new school and there I have to make friends with a girl who's name was carved in her dead fathers back-without her realising that my parent are the cops investigating his murder or that I even know he's dead. This is gonna be hard.

I had to go by a fake name too. So I could keep my nick name (Ali) we chose a name that could have that nick name. Alice DiNardo. And Ziva kept her first name-'cause it was popular in Israel-but because she was supposed to be married to Tony-he also kept his first name because it was common-her last name was DiNardo. Nu was hard to come up with something with that nick name so we settled on Nahuel.

Nu and I kept our back ground the same (parents were killed and we were adopted by Tony and Ziva) but we left out that our dad was Navy. Tony and Ziva also kept their back grounds the same except for Ziva's dad being the director of Mossad.

This is gonna be fun.

XXX

"Come on, come on, come on!" I nagged as Tony and Ziva grabbed boxes out of the mover van thingy. I jumped up and down with excitement.

"Make your excited butt useful and grab a box," Tony teased. I picked up a box labelled 'Clothes' because I knew I would break it if I dropped it with all my jumping, and followed Tony up to the front door. We walked inside and dumped the boxes in the lounge room.

"OMG! This place is HUGE!" I squealed and started running around exploring all the rooms with Nu hot on my tail.

"Glad you like it," Ziva said just before I came crashing into her because I wasn't looking where I was going.

"Opps!" I apologized after we hit the ground. Ziva started laughing and I joined her.

"Excuse me," someone said from the door.

"Oh, hello," Ziva said getting up and pulling me with her.

"Hello, I'm Greg Hillwebber and I live next door," the man told us.

"Hello, I am Ziva DiNardo," Ziva introduced herself.

"Hi, Alice DiNardo," I shook his hand. A lady, a boy maybe eight or nine and a girl who looked my age walked up behind Greg. They introduced themselves as Julie, Joshua and Ashleigh Hillwebber. Ashleigh goes to my school. After they left we finished bringing all the boxes into the house. Ziva set up the monitors and surveillance cameras in the study. And I picked out my room. It was massive but not the biggest in the house; Tony and Ziva got that one of course. Sad face.

XXX

"Come on Mum. It's seven-forty-five. Let's go, let's go," A/N. lol Thirteen quote. I said jumping around the front lawn while Ziva walked out the front door. Tony was imitating me jumping around the lawn. To anyone watching we probably looked like we were high on computer duster. A/N. another Thirteen reference.

We walked to school because it was only a block away. It was so funny 'cause Nu had to where a harness and leash 'cause he likes to run away. He even put on the puppy-dog face to match.

We walked into the school gate, "Okay, it's gonna be embarrassing if you walk me to class so I'll leave now," I turned around and gave them each a kiss on the cheek then I lent down to Nu's level and gave him a hug. "Bye-bye baby," I gave him a quick kiss before turning around and running up to the year seven building. The bell rang just as I got there and the home room teacher opened the doors and let us in.

I sat in a seat near the back but not in the back row. Mr. Banner called the roll and then realised that he had a new student and made me stand up in front of the class and give a short (fake) autobiography. I turned the brightest shade of red. Everyone was shocked by my colourful history. As soon as Mr. Banner asked if there were any questions, almost every hand in the room was raised. I laughed.

"Why did someone kill your parents?" One of the girls asked.

"Some people are just crazy," I told her. We hadn't actually found out why that person killed them so that might have been true. There were a few more questions regarding my parents and my adopted parents until it came to a guy in the back row who the teacher called Michael.

His question was, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Michael!" the teacher scolded.

"No I don't," I answered in fake seduction.

"Can I have your number then?" by this time the Mr. Banner was fuming.

"Yeah sure. It's …" he grabbed a piece of paper, "1800 rejected," I said smugly. The rest of the class whooped and someone called out "burned!".

"Okay I think it's time for you to sit down Miss DiNardo," Mr. Banner motioned towards my seat. I took my seat and covered my mouth to hide my giggles.

XXX

My first class was maths. I was really good at maths so I didn't really have to concentrate on the work and I could concentrate more on Samantha Biddle (the chick I was supposed to befriend). I sat down and turned around just in time to see her walk into the class room. Every head in the room turned. O…M…G! She was drop…dead…gorgeous!

Sam winked at the group of guys in the corner and took a seat diagonally across from me. We still had like ten minutes before the class started so I decided to talk to her. Cross your fingers this goes well. Before I got a chance to speak she turned around and smiled at me.

"Hey, you're the new girl aye?" She smiled.

"Yep," I popped the 'p' on the end.

"Hi, I'm Sammie," she introduced herself and my mind screamed NA DUH!

"Hi, I'm Alice," I rock I didn't even stumble. Okay that doesn't sound so hard but it is. It's actually really hard to lie about your name without stumbling.

"Sorry about what happened to your family," She frowned. Sorry 'bout what happened to your family.

"It's okay. Tony and Ziva are great, I was lucky," I shrugged in response again without a fault. Her cover slipped a bit though; I swear I saw a tear in her eye.

"Attention class!" Mr. Gulliver called. All the guys got off the desks they were sitting on and put their asses in the seat where they should be. I turned so my legs were off to the side of the seat so I could pay attention to Sam and still look like I was paying attention Mr. Plover. Gotta admit it sounds like plover.

About twenty minutes into the lesson the whole left side of the class started laughing almost on some sort of cue. "Huhthege huhthegas uhthega huhthegole uhthegin thuhthege buhthegack uhthegof huhthegis puhthegants!" one of the girls spoke in Gibberish.

I laughed like crazy. HE DOES! "Uhthegand thuhthegere whuhthegite kuhthegiss uhtheges!" I laughed.

"What are you saying?!" Mr. Plover fumed.

"Nuhthego uhthegone tuhthegell huhthegim!" everyone yelled at the same time and then laughed at our timing.

"Luhthegol huhtheges tuhthegot uhthegal lyuhtheg cluhthegue luhthegess!" I pointed at Plover then made a swirling motion by my temple.

"I know what that thing…" he mimicked me, "means. I'm not crazy!"

"I never said you were 'crazy'" I used air quotation marks, "Uhthegun tuhthegill nuhthegow." Saved by the bell.

"Hey Alice, you wanna sit with my friends and me at lunch?" Sam offered.

"Ya love to," I agreed.

A/N. R&R. please tell me if it's good or if I should stop before I totally kill my practically non-existent reputation.