Okay, because I absolutely hated the ending of 13x24, I'm writing a fic to fix it. I haven't written for NCIS for a long time. So, please forgive me if I've gotten anything wrong.
This picks up where Family First left off. Tony and Tali are headed to Israel and then to Paris. What will he find when they get there? Will there be trouble along the way? This will be a multi-chapter fic….
Tony and Tali arrived at the Washington DC airport early on a Friday morning. Tony pushed her stroller and was carrying an overstuffed diaper bag. He tried to tell Senior that he didn't need this much stuff, but he had insisted. Tony knew when it was useless to argue with his father. Most of what was in the bag was toys and extra clothes. Clothes he wasn't sure that he would need, much less use during the flight.
Arriving early was both a blessing and a curse. They went through security quickly and were asked for their passports. Which Tony gladly had ready. Then, he pushed her over to the window to watch the planes move around the tarmac. Tali babbled happily and Tony smiled and kissed the top of her head.
He closed his eyes and wished that Ziva was here with him. Wished that they were raising her together. What she had done was monumentally unfair. He had missed out on so much of her young life. Time that could have been spent with Ziva. For her to not tell him that she was pregnant, well, it was so unfair. Tony had meant what he'd told Orli. He would have dropped everything and been there to be with Ziva. Yes, he knew that she didn't need a man to complete her, but he needed her to complete him. Dammit. He still harbored deep resentment towards her for making the decision to exclude him from being a part of both Tali and Ziva's lives.
In the week since she had entered his life, Tony had realized that his life was incomplete before Tali entered his life. He had a new purpose in his life. Something bigger than himself. He only wished that Ziva was here with him. Wished that they were doing this together.
He wasn't proud to say that the first night after he left NCIS, he went home, found a picture of Ziva and fell asleep crying. Thinking about what could have been. Thinking about how they should have been a family. How they should have been together the last three years instead of thousands of miles apart.
Part of him felt like he had all those years ago when he'd rescued her from the desert. He felt as if she was still alive. Which was crazy. Wasn't it? Mossad had assured Vance and Gibbs that Ziva was, in fact, dead. Why did was it so impossible for him to believe? Was is some strange kind of denial? Was it the fact that he still loved her? Even after all these years he had held out hope that she would come back and they would pick up from where they left off.
Maybe Mossad and NCIS were wrong again. Maybe by going to Israel he could find her again.
Looking down at Tali though, he knew that the chances of her being alive were slim to none. No matter how hard he tried, he had a hard time believing that she was gone. Surely he would feel it if she was. He couldn't stop the uneasy feeling that he had deep inside. That maybe, just maybe all of the so called experts were wrong. Maybe Ziva was still alive and being help captive. Maybe she had ran to Paris, Berlin or some other country that she loved.
If that was the case, why would she send their daughter to him? There were so many unanswered questions that it made his head hurt. That was the main reason that he was taking this trip. To answer some of the questions that were nagging at him. Hopefully he would get the answers that he was needing. Then and only then could he get on with his life once and for all.
Little did Tony know, but things were going to happen that would leave him with many more questions and few answers…..
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