Hi everybody

Hi everybody. It's Lizzie aka. Crunchy.

This is my new fan fiction. I do not own NCIS, however much I would like to, and I don't.

If I did, Jenny would always be alive and with Gibbs and have a baby, as you'll find out in this story. Tony and Ziva tell each other how they feel and get married but unfortunately Abby and McGee are still in the shadows and I am still considering if they should get together or not!!

Anyway here goes with Chapter One….

Ziva P.O.V:

"Ziva, are you ready?"

"No, but lets go anyway. We don't want to be late." I answered. I was never ready when it came to my father, especially when he said he has a surprise. Tony reached down and grabbed my hand, it had been two years since we got married and yet this small gesture still sent shivers down my spine. We were about to leave, when suddenly I felt something thick and solid crawling up my throat, I dropped Tony's hand and rushed into the bathroom. It took a whole five minutes before I felt ready to leave. I quickly rushed round our house double-checking that the windows and doors where locked. Then, breathing deeply, I turned to Tony and announced that it was time we left. His only reply was a grunt of acknowledgment. Typical.

Within half and hour we were at the airport, it took about another ten minutes until my father finally found us. Of course, the sight of my father shocked me, every time I saw him he looked different but this time is wasn't how he looked. No, what shocked me more is the fact that he was not alone. He was carrying a four-month old baby.

"Shalom Ziva, Tony"

I decided to speak in Hebrew, just in case Tony shouldn't hear. I know he doesn't like it when I speak in a different language but I feel the same when he speaks Italian to his family. "Father, what is this?"

"After Tali, your mother and I had another baby girl. She looks a lot like you, but she was not at all like you. We hid her from you; we knew it was best because you were close to Tali. You may have hurt her. Her name was Sarah. A month ago she got into trouble. She ran away. She left her child behind. You are her only sister. By law, she goes to the closest blood relative. It's you, Ziva. The baby is now your responsibility."

"What!"

"Talk to Tony about it?" It sounded more of a demand than a question. But I knew I had no choice, really.

" Go collect your luggage. I will talk to Tony about it. Give me the child and go." Sensing my anger was not to be tampered with he quickly left to claim his belongings.

"Tony, listen to me. This is not easy to say. –" He interrupted me, I hate it when he does that.

But I knew he was worried.

I could tell by the look on his face and his eyes cried out in worry.

"What is it Ziva? He's not sending you back to Israel is he? He can't! I won't let him!! Don't laugh at me, Ziva. Why are you laughing? It's not funny."

I couldn't help myself; him worrying like this was hilarious. The look on him face. Classic.

"No. He's not sending me back. It's complicated. Remember, I told you about Tali? Yes? Well, apparently I have another sister, Sarah, which no one told me about. Sarah got into trouble with someone and had to run, she left her baby behind. By law, I am now responsible for the child. But I do not want to force anything onto you. Tony, what do I do?"

Silence.

Tony was thinking, I could tell because his face was all scrunched up. I knew I shouldn't have pushed all this on him at once. I tried to read his face, but I couldn't.

Then he said something that really shocked me.

"Let's keep her." He said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. It was so simple. Just like that.

"What!" I was shocked. No, actually I was more than shocked. I was stunned. Speechless.

"She's only a baby. We can't leave her! She's your responsibility now, and that means she's mine too. We can raise her like she's our own, I mean, she already looks like you! I think we're ready. Don't look at me like I'm crazy Ziva."

Honestly, I didn't mean to. It's just that this wasn't the reaction I was expecting. I had to be sure he was certain. "Tony…. Are you sure?"

"100 sure."

I paused a little before I agreed with him. My father took a few more minutes before he arrived back with his luggage. He looked at me expectantly. "Yes. Ok." That's all I said to him, I was so caught up in the moment I forgot to speak Hebrew and spoke English instead. I looked at Tony and he nodded at me. We both knew this wasn't going to be easy. I glanced at what Father brought back with him. He had two suitcases and a pram. I took this opportunity to take the baby from Tony and put her in the pram and make sure she was comfortable. As I was doing this I overheard Father talking to Tony.

"Tony, I must take this chance to thank you. I know this will be hard for you, for both of you. I must help you in this. Every month I shall put one thousand pounds into your bank account, I have already while collecting my luggage put another six thousand into it. Please use this for the baby." Then he turned to be and said in Hebrew "Inside the baby seat there is a letter, for you and Tony, from Sarah of course. I will not burden you any longer. Thank you. You have made me very proud. I will go now. I have some business I need to take care off. Oh, and Ziva…are you feeling alright?"

"Yes, why?" I lied.

"Nothing. Nothing at all," Then he spoke English again, "Goodbye Ziva, Tony." With a small sincere nod, he turned and left.

We both stood there for a while, until Tony suggested we go shopping for some essentials. We started making a list of all the things we may need such as; nappies, dummies, toys, changing table, paint, bottles, a crib, formula, curtains, baby monitors.

The list went on.

"We could try and see if Gibbs and Jenny have some old clothes that might fit her."

"Yeah that could save money."

"They might have other old things too."

"Baby books?"

"Monitors?"

"Lucy is only one! The might still need it. Forget books."

The conversation went on and on. Then I remembered the letter.

"Tony, my sister wrote a letter, would you like me to read it out loud?"

"Only if you feel ok with it."

" 'My dearest Ziva,

I know you don't know me, you don't even know I'm alive. But I won't be soon. Our father wanted to keep my being a secret. He knew that it was best since your sister Tali died.

I saw you once. At Ari's funeral, he was my only sibling who knew of me. I hid in the trees so no one saw me. I look a lot like you. We have the same hair, same eyes, and same mouth. Your name, it means brightness, and it is perfect for you.

But, as of this moment, I am in trouble. So I have no choice but to run. Where I am going is far too dangerous to take a baby. I love my baby so much and it's killing me inside knowing I cannot take her with me. But something tells me I can trust you. Ari did. Ada does too.

Something also tells me that I may not survive my journey. It is my punishment, I understand that, but I need to know she is in safe hands. If you've taken her in I know that she is. I really need you to bring up my little one because I cannot. She cries a lot. However, it soothes her when people dance with her and sing.

It will be hard for her if she knows of what I've done, so for her sake please pretend she is your own child. You may name her as you wish.

Please take good care of her…'"

"Is that it?" Tony asked.

"Yes." I lied. I hate lying to him. But the next bit is for me.

'…I truly would have liked to have met you. We are blood. She is now your child. My last wish is that she does not know of Mossad. I have pleaded with Father and for this wish to be fulfilled, he will, on your command, terminate your position in Mossad, and of course you will still have your position in NCIS. I know it runs in the family but it would be all too dangerous for her to join Mossad. Looking back now, I would not have chosen this life. In one week you shall receive one more letter from me. Then you'll know if I am dead or not. The man hunting me is good and does not waste time.

In the letter there will be my Will along with the form of custody of my daughter. You will receive most of my money and possessions. Good luck and goodbye Ziva.'

It took a long time but finally we got everything we needed. The journey home was long and tiresome. We put everything away and set everything up. I was exhausted by the time we were finished. The baby was asleep in her crib next door and we were lying on our bed with the baby monitor on the bedside table.

"Names. She needs a name." So we started discussing names. Very soon the subject changed to our fellow co-workers reactions.

"Abigail!!" I suddenly exclaimed. It hit me like lightning. It was a Hebrew name meaning 'Father of joy'. It was perfect. Not only would she be named after one of our best friends, but also she would have a Hebrew name.

"What about Abby?"

"No. Tony lets call the baby Abigail." I explained to Tony my reasons and agreed with me.

We were drifting off to sleep when a loud cry was heard from the baby monitors. I whispered to Tony that I'd get it.

I slouched off to get little Abby. Nothing I would do would stop her from crying. So I picked her up and started dancing gently on the spot. After a few seconds she stopped crying.

"Now, how come when I ask you to dance you refuse?" All I could do was smile as he joined me.

Yeah, yeah. I know. But what do you think?

Tell me please.

Also tell me what else you wanna hear in this story!! I may be able to slip it in.

Love,

Lizzie