Hello peeps, and old fellows of mine. This is the sort of sequel to my story Girls night out, Boys night out which was also sequel to my one-shot HearttoHeart Confessions. So read 'em first. This is the story of Emmery (Claire Marie DiNozzo), daughter of the TIVA couple. It will also include POVs from Ella (Elanore Gibbs), JIBBS's daughter. They will go on a mission, and..yeah, read and wait to find out! This is a kinda short prologue where Emmery introduces herself.

Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS, but I now do own Emmery, and NOBODY IS TO USE HER! (Unless you have asked me and I have agreed...or something like that) She is mine! (hugs an invisible Emmery close to her)

Spoilers: My stories Girls night out, Boys night and HearttoHeart Confessions, better read them first...but I suppose you don't have to...but you should. If you have, I should stop nagging.

So, here goes...take a deep breath...

Prologue,

Emmery's point of view

I know it sounds cool to have Federal Agents as a mother and father, yet it may not be as cool as it seems. I know, you are brought up able to use guns and knives and kill people with tiny, fragile paperclips (at least that happened to me), but there are many downsides as well. For example, I can't ever go to a proper school for more than a year, or sometimes, I don't even go to school, because I am called away to help mum and dad, or I am a target for a criminal out there. I know that sounds heaps good, not going to school, but I can't socialise that well among my peers, and the only true friend I have is Elanore (her brother Jacob (Jake) frankly doesn't count).

My name is Claire Marie, but everyone calls me Emmery or Emmy or Em. I know it is a boy's name, but seriously, who cares? Anyway, you get the name Emmery when you say my name "Claire Marie" really fast. Isn't that really interesting? Using these nicknames, my codenames are either Emily, Mary or Clarissa (I particularly hate that last one but Jenny made me use it sometimes.)

So, to my parents. They are both NCIS agents, but my mum is a Mossad Liaison. She is Ziva David, and according to dad, this means she can sometimes be an assassin. My dad is Anthony DiNozzo, but everyone calls him Tony. My grandpa is the Deputy Director of Mossad, Eli David. I don't really see him often, and I don't have a gran because she's dead. So many relations on my mum's side are dead, I mean, there's my Gran, my Aunt Tali who died when she was in a Hamas bombing at 16 (my mother never fails to tell me about Tali and all that she did) and then there's my half-uncle (if there is such a phrase) Ari, who was a mole who was personally killed by my mum. I don't find it freaky to know that my parents have killed tons of baddies, because they are criminals. Just as long as they haven't killed innocents. I haven't killed anyone yet, even though I have already been in some operations and investigations, but I have tasered people and I know I can very easily kill someone. Oh, and I don't really know my relations on my dad's side, he tends not to talk about them that much, and whenever I bring it up, mum and dad shiver like something really bad that they don't want to talk about happened.

My parents are part of a team, Gibbs' team. Uncle Timothy (Tim) McGee, who dad always tells me to call "Probie" or some other random nickname (I've helped him make up some), is also in it. Even though Abby isn't directly in the team, because she is the Forensic Scientist of the whole agency thing, she is one bubbly Aunt. When I stayed over at Abby's place one night, Abby made me get a tattoo of a teeny-weeny heart on my shoulder, and when my mum, Ziva, found out, I think she nearly killed Abby with her bare hands... Gibbs is almost like my grandpa, yet his wife, Jenny, who also turns out to be the Director and the mum of my best friend Elanore (who I call Ella) and Jake, is totally not like a grandma, more like a really, really close aunt who is almost like a mum. I treat them as my extended family.

So now, I am fourteen, turning fifteen real soon (can't wait!) with a 'crazy ninja chick' as a mother and a movie-addict as a father. Right now, I am talking to you, but I could kill you at any time with the knife stashed on my hip, the two daggers hidden on my arm, the taser on my hip and the gun at my ankle. Yes, I sound like a killing machine, and probably like my mum, Ziva. I share an uncanny resemblance to her yet I have my father's eyes, and sometimes he calls me "little Ziva". Anyway, enough about me. This is time to get on with the story.

TBC...

Did you like that? Little killing machine...so, if you want to find out what happens, please review! Bye!