A/N: Hello to all. This is my first NCIS fic and I tried my hardest. I hope you like. Let me know if I should continue.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own characters.

Spoilers: Judgement Day pt 2, Last Man Standing, and Agent Afloat

Destiny's Story

It's been a few years since Jenny Shepard had come back into Leroy Jethro Gibbs' life, and brought her daughter along with her. Destiny Nicole Shepard was a precocious 7 year old.

Her life revolved around her mother. When they'd reentered Gibbs' life, he had just lost a very good agent and a close friend. Not only had they came, but Destiny's godmother, Ziva David, joined them at NCIS.

Ziva had met Jenny when she saved her life in Cairo and they had become fast friends. Destiny had gotten attached to the Israeli woman and Jenny thought it would be a good idea to make Ziva Destiny's godmother.

Now, Ziva had to take place of guardian to Destiny because her mother was killed in a diner. Ziva and her partner, Anthony 'Tony' DiNozzo were supposed to be guarding Jenny, but Jenny gave them direct orders to take the day off, knowing full well what she had in mind was incredibly dangerous. Ziva was reluctant, but she wasn't one to disobey orders. After finding Jenny lying in a puddle of blood, Ziva knew what was coming and had to brace herself as the events unfolded before her. They'd informed Gibbs' and the Assistant Director Leon Vance of Jenny's demise.

Knowing that a 7 year old was worried for her mother, godmother, and uncle, as she called Tony, was a little unsettling and Ziva know she had to get back to D.C. before too much longer. Tony had called Ducky, the team's medical examiner Dr. Donald 'Ducky' Mallard, to tell him, but Ziva explicitly told Tony to inform Ducky not to say anything to Destiny, that she would tell Destiny herself. That's when everything began to unfold.

Ziva and Tony were sent back to D.C. to get started on the evidence to find the murderer of their beloved director and friend. Once off the elevator, Ziva was tackled by a 7 year old.

"Ziva! You're back! What'd ya bring me?" said Destiny excited as she looked around, "Where's my mom?"

Ziva stood silently for a moment trying to gather her thoughts. She knelt down in front of the child and took the girl's hands in hers. "Destiny, we need to talk, but not here. Let us go to the conference room," said Ziva.

Destiny looked at her godmother curiously. Destiny agreed and the two headed to the conference room. Once inside the conference room Ziva set Destiny in a chair and took a seat next to her.

"Destiny," Ziva started, "Your mother is not coming back."

Destiny looked confused at the woman. "What do you mean? Did she stay in California?" asked Destiny.

Ziva looked down at her feet. "No. She did not. It is hard to tell you this, but your mother was killed in a shoot-out at a diner," said Ziva.

Destiny took on a look of shock and then anger. "Ziva, if this is your idea of a joke it's not funny," she said.

"It is not a joke. Destiny, your mother is dead," Ziva said seriously.

"No, you're lying," said Destiny who knew full well that the woman in front of her wouldn't lie to her, but she didn't want to believe what she was being told, "She must've stayed in California because she had other business to take care of. She's coming back."

Ziva sighed. "Destiny, you're mother is not coming back. She is dead. She was murdered," Ziva said.

Destiny's blue eyes filled with fury and tears. "It's not true!" Destiny yelled as she ran from the room with Ziva yelling after her.

Ziva followed the girl. Destiny took the stairs two at a time until she made it to her desired destination. Abby's lab was always a safe haven for the girl.

Abigail 'Abby' Sciuto was NCIS's top forensic scientist, and possibly the happiest Goth you will ever meet. Destiny peeked in the door to see if Abby was there. She saw that the Goth had her back turned to the door and Destiny was able to sneak past her into the office in the back. She slid down the wall and pulled her knees to her chest and started sobbing.